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Camden
“Yes, we already discussed that,” I said gruffly into the phone. “Of course I would be willing to look at the details one more time.”
I rolled my eyes and stared out the open villa door. This was taking all f*****g day, and it was only my ninth call. There were still three more scheduled. I was going to have to move some s**t around. My irritation level was off the charts. I didn’t even understand why I had so many calls the week between Christmas and New Year’s. Normally, most other businesses were shut down that week. It was usually my down week.
This had to be my father’s meddling. He always pulled this kind of s**t. It wasn’t enough that I was precisely the heir he wanted for the company or that I worked my ass off. Somehow, I was still a failure in his eyes. And when he
