“Yes?” I said.
“I apologize for interrupting your dinner,” Richard said smoothly. “But there’s a matter that requires your attention. The contractors finished the renovations on the spa building, and they need your approval before they can proceed with the landscaping.”
The table had gone silent.
“Contractors?” Mom said faintly.
Richard didn’t even glance at her.
His attention remained fixed on me.
“Also,” he continued, “the architect sent over the final plans for the new beachfront villas. I have them in my office whenever you’re ready to review them. And the quarterly financial reports came in today. Revenue is up 18% from last quarter. The restaurant is operating at capacity most nights, and we’re fully booked through the next 6 months.”
“That’s excellent news,” I said. “Thank you, Richard.”
“Of course. Oh, and your usual suite has been prepared for the remainder of your stay. I know you booked the ocean-view room for this weekend, but your private residence is always available if you prefer.”
“Ocean View is fine,” I said.
“Very good. Will you be attending the staff meeting tomorrow morning? The management team would appreciate your input on the expansion plans.”
“I’ll be there,” I said.
Richard nodded and turned to leave, then paused.
“Forgive me, but are these guests bothering you? I can have them move to a different table if you’d prefer.”
“That won’t be necessary,” I said. “Their family.”
“Ah,” Richard said with perfect professional neutrality. “Of course. Enjoy your dinner.”
He walked away, leaving absolute silence at our table.
Mom’s face had gone white.
Aunt Sarah’s mouth was hanging open.
Uncle Harold looked like he’d been struck.
“Emily,” Mom finally whispered. “What was that about?”
“That was Richard Chin,” I said calmly, sitting back down. “He’s the resort director. He reports to me.”
“Reports to you?” Aunt Sarah repeated weekly.
“I own Clearwater Bay Resort,” I said simply. “I bought it 3 years ago. The renovations Richard mentioned are part of the expansion I’ve been planning. We’re adding six new beachfront villas, upgrading the spa, and expanding the restaurant to include a private dining room for events.”
The silence stretched on.
“Own this place?” Uncle Harold said.
“Yes.”