“Every qualified supplier has a chance.”
“I’m your father.”
“And?”
His expression hardened slightly.
For a moment, I saw the same man who had called me pathetic the previous evening.
“You could help your family.”
“I can.”
“Then why make us compete?”
“Because four hundred employees depend on me making decisions based on performance instead of Thanksgiving seating arrangements.”
Dad looked away.
The answer hurt him.
But professionally, at least, I could tell he understood it.
Elena stepped closer.
“Rachel, Northeast board is ready.”
I nodded.
Dad quickly asked, “What
