My father’s voice was cautious.
“You wanted to see us?”
I gestured toward the table.
“Yes. I heard you were interested in getting involved with the resort’s partnerships.”
I kept my tone even, almost friendly.
“I thought we could discuss that before you left.”
They exchanged glances, clearly not expecting me to acknowledge their earlier request so directly.
Marcus straightened up, trying to project confidence.
“Well, we were just thinking it could be mutually beneficial. We know people who could bring in more guests, maybe secure some events. Of course, we’d expect some sort of stake.”
I nodded slowly, as if considering it.
“A stake? That’s interesting. You know, usually when someone wants a stake in something, there’s an expectation they’ve supported it from the start, believed in it, backed it. But in this case…”
I let my words trail off.
“Well, that doesn’t quite match our history, does it?”
My father shifted uncomfortably. Rachel crossed her arms. Marcus tried to smile it off.
“We’ve had our differences, but business is business, right?”
I leaned forward, folding my hands on the table.
“Exactly. And as the majority owner, my business decision is this: We don’t work with partners who try to undermine our reputation, especially in front of staff and investors. I’m sure you understand.”
The silence that followed was thick enough to touch.
Before they could respond, I added, “Of course, you’re still welcome to stay here in the future at full guest rates. But as for partnerships, that door’s closed.”
My father’s jaw tightened. Marcus’ ears flushed red. Rachel opened her mouth, then shut it again.
They weren’t used to hearing no from me. They weren’t used to me having the power to say it.
I stood, signaling the meeting was over.
“Enjoy the rest of your trip home,” I said calmly, and walked out before they could recover enough to spin it into something else.