My parents forced me to cook and clean all weekend for my sister’s party with 50 guests.

Harold and Patricia Carter?”

“Yes.”

“And your father owns Carter & Sons Renovation?”

My stomach tightened. “Yes.”

Another pause.

“Interesting,” he said. “I’m currently five minutes from their address. Your father invited me to Madison’s party to discuss the MedSupply buildout.”

I almost laughed.

Of course Dad had invited him. Of course my parents had continue reading …