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Okay. That’s how it’s going to be. Sebastian’s going to unleash his big, bad boss persona on me now that I have an official position?
“What’s put you in a mood?” I ask him, taking long steps to catch up.
He wheels around. “Oliver’s Capri project has stalled again. Sometimes I wonder if we should just pull out of it altogether.”
“How does Oliver feel about this latest development?”
Sebastian growls. “He doesn’t know. He and Sophie are in Denver.”
Probably doing something that has to do with books or libraries since Sophie is trying to get two county libraries built.
“I’m glad I’m not you. I’m glad I’m not the one to have to tell Oliver there’s another problem in Capri.”
It not only took Oliver years to secure a location, but lately supply chain issues have been one headache after another.
Sebastian rolls his eyes and starts heading through the elevator doors. I follow him, secretly glad I don’t have to walk down the stairs I just came up.
“So, how’s it going being the CEO of Fun?” The doors close and the elevator starts to move.
I wince at the stupid title. Ever since I bought the cabin, humbled and my knee completely done for, if Sebastian asked me to do any tasks for the resort, I always did. But there wasn’t a sense of ownership over them.
Now, there’s a small part of this scenario that feels good. I guess I’m happy about having more purpose in my life beyond watching ESPN twenty-four seven and hanging out at the Longdale High School football camps. So in the week that Oakley was gone, I got things set up with my new position and it hasn’t been that bad. Plus, I converted one of the storage closets in the gym into a makeshift office.
“I’ve talked with a water trampoline company based in Fort Collins.” It brings me satisfaction to have pulled some leads together. “I’m meeting with the owner tomorrow. And I’m looking into getting some e-bikes we can rent out to guests.”
Sebastian doesn’t look as excited as I’d hoped, but then again, does he ever? “Can you get the equipment in a couple of weeks? You’ll need to contact one of our lawyers so they can draw up waivers the guests will have to sign. Ask Britta if you don’t know how to do that.”
This isn’t like football. In football, things are cut and dried. I understood it and knew what was expected. Buying stuff and getting insurance and waivers and legal junk? Not so much.
“And what about the youth programs?” Sebastian asks.
“On my list.” My jaw begins to ache.
“Oh, and you need a ride to the football camp at the high school today, right?”
“Oliver can take me,” I say. No sense getting Sebastian’s panties in a bunch over giving me rides. Oliver has more time for stuff like that.
“I heard Oakley’s back?” Sebastian asks.
“Yeah.”
The elevator doors open to the main floor and Sebastian is out of there in a flash, with purposeful steps heading to one of the conference rooms. “And she stayed at your place last night?”
“You just know everything, don’t you?”
“If I don’t, things will fall apart.” Sebastian gives me side-eye as I match his strides, my knee stinging. “She can’t stay with you much longer. You know this, right?”
“I’m not an idiot, Sebastian.”
“I’m just saying. She’s an employee. That’s a conflict of interest. Britta can connect you with HR to fill out the paperwork.”
“Just because dad didn’t—” I stop myself short as a supervisor comes up to Sebastian to get his opinion on a problem with a member of the staff.
I try to pretend I’m listening since I’m, you know, a corporate employee now. But all I’m thinking about is Oakley. When the supervisor leaves, I can’t help myself from getting into it again with Sebastian. “Why is it a conflict of interest anyway? Oliver and Sophie managed just fine and we’re all happy things turned out so well.”
“So you’re saying that Oakley is to you like Sophie is to Oliver?” Sebastian’s scowl is as strong as ever, but there’s a lighter feel to his tone of voice.
Oh no. No. I was trying so hard to be careful. If my brothers know I’ve developed a little crush, that will be the end. The end of my privacy. The end of all decency.
