“Whatever makes you both happy.”

I watched Brandon flip to the next page without saying a single word to defend his mother.

“Put the imported tiered cake on the master invoice,” I said.

“Excellent synergy,” Brandon said.

Samantha closed the heavy binder and reached for a plate of tasting samples.

“My father is visiting the hotel this afternoon,” Samantha said.

“He wants to confirm the loading dock dimensions for his logistics team.”

I stood up from the glass table and buttoned my coat.