My Family Toasted

reception.

“Send him to the conference room,” I said.

Elena frowned. “You sure?”

“No. But do it.”

Preston entered like he still owned the air.

He wore a camel coat and fury.

I sat at the far end of the conference table with Rebecca on speakerphone, muted but listening.

Preston glanced around. “You redecorated fast.”

“We removed the whiskey cart.”

“Dad liked continue reading …