I thought my boss was doing his daughter a favor when he asked me to help out. But one strange message on her phone made me realize I’d walked into something I knew nothing about.
“My dad didn’t choose you by accident. And it wasn’t for my sake.”
I stared at Georgia. “What does that mean?”
She glanced toward the prom venue, then back at me. “Brent, my dad’s been watching you for months.”
My stomach tightened.
“What does that mean?”
“Watching me do what?”
“How you handle problems. How you treat people. Whether you lose your temper.”
I frowned and immediately started sweating. “Wait, did I do something wrong? You’d tell me if I did something to make him upset, right?”
“No. That’s the problem.”
Before I could ask another question, her phone buzzed.
“Watching me do what?”
Georgia glanced at the screen and groaned. “It’s Dad.”
