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Even though my father was bragging about me, he was drawing a line between our ages.

I felt like a child, sitting at the kids’ table.

As I focused on Jenner, I was sure he was thinking the same thing.

In fact, I was sure he was thinking many things.

Each layer showed in his expression.

And each one made me want to die.

“Joanna, you’ve been to enough of my properties to know what best represents my brand,” my father said. “Why don’t you tell us what you think of this lot?”

I’d spent the entire plane ride studying the three properties my father had chosen along with all the other high-end hotels in the area. I knew the facts. I knew what was right in front of me.

This was the moment where I left the kids’ table and proved my worth.

I looked away from Jenner, his stare not helping my nerves, and I moved out from under my father’s arm, glancing through the dense trees in every direction.

“I’m basing my opinion on the photographs that you sent over since I haven’t seen the other two proper