I did. Because I need someone I can trust, and right now, family is the only option.

“You realize this is an actual job, right? Not an excuse for you to sit around, annoy the shit out of me, and play on your phone all day.”

Leilani scoffs. “Please. I can annoy you and be productive. I’m a multi-tasker.”

“God help me.”

She flashes a wide grin. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun. You and me, taking on the corporate world together. Just two Sebring siblings, making dreams come true. Changing lives.”

I level her with a stare. “Your job is to read my work emails.”

She shrugs. “Same thing.”

Am I sure I can put up with this every day?

Leilani stretches her arms over her head. “So. Where do I start?”

I gesture to the computer. “My inbox––start there. Flag anything that’s important, delete the junk, and don’t—I repeat, don’t—mess with my calendar. I don’t need you moving things around without telling me.”

Leilani mock salutes. “Yes, sir.”

She slides into the chair behind the desk, cracking her knuckles like she’s about to perform surgery. “So what you’re telling me is that I’ll be doing your job but on a much lower pay scale.”

I meet her gaze with dry patience. “No. You’re filtering out the bullshit emails that are a waste of my time.”

She tilts her head. “Like I said—doing your job.”

I grab a pen off my desk and launch it at her. She dodges it with ease, laughing. “You’re so damn grumpy since Magnolia left.”

She clicks through emails, humming under her breath. “All right, let’s see what we’ve got. Spam, spam, someone wants to sell you a new, bigger yacht.” She pauses, eyebrows lifting. “Hmm… this one sounds kind of legit about expanding your social media presence.”

“Delete it.” I don’t want to be in the spotlight any more than I have to be.

She clicks on one, and snickers. “Ooooh, here’s one about performance enhancement pills. Stronger, longer, harder. Bro, you need pills for that?” She bursts out laughing. “It’s no wonder Magnolia booked a one-way ticket out of here.”

I groan, dragging a hand down my face. “Shut up, Lei.”

She wipes a fake tear. “This is already the best job I’ve ever had.”

I shake my head, cursing myself. This was a mistake.

A knock sounds at the door, and before I can tell Leilani to behave, it opens.

Courtney steps inside, a folder tucked under one arm, her expression as composed as ever. She’s been with Sebring Hotels longer than I have—first working for my father and now for me as I step into his role. If anyone knows the ins and outs of this business, it’s her.