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back.”
    Julie nodded and followed Mattie and Rob past the reception desk, down a short hallway. There were seven doors, all open except for the two at the end of the hall.
    “This first room is the conference room,” Rob said. “And just past it, these are the staff offices –most people start at eight o’clock and finish at five. So you just missed them, unfortunately.”
    “What do they all do?”
    “Different things. We have a full-time accountant in-house to do the day-to-day stuff and handle HR matters and payroll. We have one other person in Sales with me, who also works on Marketing. A second person who’s focused on Marketing solely. We outsource all creative and design work, but we’re pretty hands-on with that stuff. Then we have a woman who deals with anything to do with the restaurant – orders and invoices and all the legalities. That’s a pretty full-on job.”
    “What are the two closed doors?”
    “One is the bedroom for the night-staff. The other is your office.”
    “Night-staff?” Julie asked.
    “Yes. We always have a staff member here, in case a guest needs something or there’s some kind of emergency. Our reception staff are all trained in CPR and First Aid.”
    “I see.”
    Rob stopped in front of the door on the right and took a key out of his pocket. He handed it to her. “Here you go.”
    Julie hesitated. This would have been Reid’s office, wouldn’t it? She wasn’t prepared to see it for the first time with other people standing there next to her. She didn’t know what she might find. For all she knew, there would be photos of Reid on a golf course, on vacation, with his wife, all smiling and happy and tanned. The first time she saw that asshole’s face, she needed to be alone.
    She shook her head and put the key in her purse. “Not now.”
    Both Mattie and Rob looked surprised.
    My God, what a cold bitch , Rob thought. Not even interested in seeing her Dad’s space? Where he spent all his time?
    “OK,” Julie said. “Anything else?”
    “The restaurant,” Mattie said.
    “Fine.”
    They walked back down to reception. Rob stopped in his office and grabbed his coat then met them at the front desk.
    “Maria, can you handle the invoices tonight on your own?” he asked. “I need to get going now.”
    “Sure, no problem.”
    Julie looked at the clock above the reception desk. “Do you work until six every day?”
    “No, ma’am. It varies.”
    “Depending on what?”
    Rob blinked. “Well, the number of guests, the office duties. And the time of year – in high season, I work a bit more.”
    “I see.” Julie looked at him. “And you’re the lead person in Sales, is that right?”
    He nodded.
    “I’ll want you in at eight o’clock tomorrow morning. I want to sit down with you and go over all the sales figures for the past twelve months. Can you prepare a short presentation for our meeting?”
    Rob did a double-take. “A presentation, for first thing tomorrow morning?’
    “Is that a problem? I mean, if you’re familiar with the sales numbers, then it shouldn’t be an issue to get ready quickly. All the information should be organized and at-hand; in fact, you should have it committed to memory.”
    “I should?” Rob caught himself. “I mean, yes. Of course I do. And I’ll be ready, Ms. Everett.”
    “Good. I’ll see you in your office at eight.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    He watched Julie and Mattie walk in to the restaurant and he turned to Maria. Her beautiful face was bewildered as she stared after her new boss.
    “What just happened?” she asked.
    Rob took off his jacket and loosened his tie. “I just got told, in no uncertain terms, to pull an all-nighter.”
    “What?”
    Rob sighed. “I’ll be in the office, going through the sales figures and pulling everything together.”
    “But you won’t be here all night!”
    “I will,” he said. “I get the feeling that she’s going to want more than just an Excel file of straight numbers.