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“Fine,” she said.
She could argue more now, or she could just deal with it later. Elin didn’t believe she needed two secretaries. She knew that if she had Ingrid, and only Ingrid, the job would be done well.
“We should have dinner,” her mom suggested.
Elin nodded, and they moved to the dining room where they ate dinner, just the three of them.
“The deal with Finland; where are we with that?” her father asked over dessert.
“It’s almost done. Parliament should approve it without issue.”
“And the Prime Minister?”
“I reviewed the paperwork with him.”
“Youreviewed it withhim?”
“Yes.”
“Hedidn’t review it withyou?”
“Our Prime Minister has a degree in anthropology and a master’s in business; I have a law degree, Dad,” she said. “This deal is complicated. He asked for a consultation. I gave him one.”
“You gave him a consultation?” her father asked, seemingly confused.
“What wouldyoucall it?” she asked him.
“We don’t generally consult on deals, Elin. We’re–”
“Mom, he asked me to take a look at the contract, and I did. I gave him my thoughts on some of the stipulations and on the payments. He’s taking it back to discuss further because there was a section in that contract that would have meant we’d pay ten million more a year when we didn’t have to. I shared that with him. I was a little surprised that it had even gotten that far because someone should have seen it and argued it before it got to me,” she replied.
“We’ve been working on this deal for three years, Elin. You could have just cost us–”
“This dessert is great, Mom,” she interrupted her father.
“Thank you, honey. I made it myself. I’ve been cooking a lot more since we moved out here. It’s been a lot of trial and error since I don’t have a lot of practice, but I have a lot of time to try now.”
Her father grunted and took a drink of his bourbon.
“Should you be drinking that?” Elin asked.
“I’m not on the pain medication anymore. I’m allowed bourbon,” he said.
“He’s allowed one drink per day,” her mother added.
“And how is your physical therapy going?” Elin asked, finishing her dessert.
“Fine. I go four days a week now.”
“The doctor said you might be able to get out of the wheelchair in a few weeks,” Elin said.
“You talked to the doctor?”
“You’re my father. I wanted to check up on you.”
“You didn’t talk to him as my daughter. You talked to him as Queen, or he wouldn’t have told you details of my recovery,” her dad said.
“I asked him how you were doing; I didn’t order him to tell me anything.”
