Rohan shook his head. “We’re not closing it. We’re keeping it as a separate division specializing in small businesses, but we’ll be operating it out of the HNS office.”

Kamila looked down at her plate, not being able to bear the look on Rohan’s face a moment longer.

So that was it. She was effectively losing Emerald and getting a trust fund instead. A third of HNS—even split with her sister, it would be a lot of money.

She looked at Dad. He was happy. Almost deliriously giddy. His stress was lower. She actually liked the idea of him retiring and spending his winters in Florida with his close friends. It would be good for him. He could watch food reality shows and play cards all day, and she’d still get to see him all summer.

For a lot of people, this bombshell would be great news. He was giving her financial security—something most millennials would kill for. A gorgeous house. Kamila wouldn’t have work stress anymore. A dream come true, right?

He didn’t see how much she loved her work at Emerald. He thought poor Kamila shouldn’t be encumbered with business details. Even as he watched her hustle to bring in new clients and work night and day for them while maintaining a demanding volunteer job and taking care of his needs, too. Not to mention this deal they had for the last month. She’d taken on Aim High so he could go part-time, and she’d even volunteered to throw a cocktail party for the client to impress them.

Dad saw all that and decided that she didn’t really care about Emerald, that she was only doing all this out of gratitude to him. And he made a major decision affecting her life without even mentioning it to her.

Dad didn’t really know her at all. He only saw the superficial person on the surface. Which was exactly all Mom saw, too. Only difference was, to Dad Kamila needed to be coddled and protected from big discussions, instead of Mom’s strategy of shame and name-calling.

Her father meant the world to her and he didn’t know her at all.

She looked at Rohan. How long had he known this?

“When did you make this decision?” she asked, more to Rohan than Dad.

“We’d been talking about it for a while, but your father solidly agreed to it that morning at the hospital.” He didn’t meet her eyes.

Hours after he’d left her bed, Rohan had made plans to take her company. Her job.