Royal Seductions: Secrets: The Duke's Boardroom Affair. Michelle Celmer

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       Four

      Victoria felt sick.

      Sick in her mind and in her heart. Sick all the way down to the center of her soul. And the more she read, the worse she felt.

      She was barely a quarter of the way through the file and it was already undeniably clear that not only had the royal family not stolen anything from her and her father, they had rescued them from inevitable and total ruin.

      Had they not stepped in, the bank would have foreclosed on mortgages she hadn’t even been aware that her father had levied against the hotel. And he was so far behind in their property taxes, the property had been just days from being seized.

      The worst part was that the trouble began when Victoria was a baby, after her grandfather passed away and her father inherited control of the hotel. All that time he’d been riding a precarious, financial roller coaster, living far above their means. Until it had finally caught up to him. And he had managed to keep it a secret by blatantly lying to her.

      She had trusted him. Sacrificed so much because she thought she owed him.

      Because of the royal family’s generous offer, she and her father had a roof over their heads. And she had the opportunity for a career that would launch her further than she might have ever dreamed possible. Yet she still felt as though the rug had been yanked violently from under her. Everything she knew about her father and their business, about her life, was a lie.

      And she had seen enough.

      She gathered the papers and tucked them neatly back into the file. Though she dreaded facing Charles, admitting her father’s deception, what choice did she have? Besides, he probably had a pretty good idea already that something in her family dynamic was amiss. If nothing else, she owed him an apology for her unfounded accusations. And a heartfelt thank-you for…well…everything. His family’s generosity and especially their discretion.

      And there was only one thing left to do. Only one thing she could do.

      She picked up the phone and dialed Charles’s extension. He answered on the first ring. “Is now a good time to speak with you?”

      “Of course,” he said. “Come right in.”

      She hung up the phone, but for several long seconds just sat there, working up the courage to face him. And she thought yesterday had been humiliating. Getting her butt out of the chair and walking to his office, tail between her legs, was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.

      Charles sat at his desk. He had every right to look smug, but he wore a sympathetic smile instead. And honestly she couldn’t decide which was worse. She didn’t deserve his sympathy.

      She handed him the file. “Thank you for showing me this. For being honest with me.”

      “I thought you deserved the truth.”

      She took a deep breath. “First, I want to thank you and the royal family for your generosity. Please let them know how much we appreciate their intervention.”

      “’We’?” he asked, knowing full well that her father didn’t appreciate anything the royal family had done for them.

      Although for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine why. Pride, she supposed. Or stubbornness. Whatever the reason, she was in no position to make excuses for him. Nor would she want to. He had gotten them into this mess, and any consequences he suffered were his own doing.

      “And while I appreciate the opportunity to work for the Royal Inn,” she said, removing her ID badge and setting it on his desk, “I’m afraid I won’t be accepting the position.”

      His brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”

      She had taken this job only to appease her father, and now everything was different. She didn’t owe him anything. For the first tine in her life she was going to make a decision based entirely on what she wanted.

      “I’m not a charity case,” she told Charles. “I owe you too much already. And unlike my father, I don’t care to be indebted to anyone.”

      “You’ve seen the file, Victoria. We were under no obligation to your father. Do you honestly believe we would have hired you if we didn’t feel you were qualified for the position?”

      She didn’t know what to believe anymore. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t.”

      “What will you do?”

      She shrugged. She was in hotel management, and the Royal Inn was the biggest game on the island. She would never find a position with comparable pay anywhere else. Not on Morgan Isle, anyway. That could mean a move off the island. Maybe it was time for a change, time to stop leaning on her father and be truly independent for the first time in her life. Or maybe it was he who had been leaning on her.

      “I’ll find another job,” she said.

      “What will you do until then?”

      She honestly didn’t know. Since the buyout, what savings she’d had were quickly vanishing. If she went much longer without a paycheck, she would be living on the streets.

      “I have an idea,” Charles said. “A mutually beneficial arrangement.”

      She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that, but the least she could do was hear him out. She folded her arms and said, “I’m listening.”

      “You’ve seen the shambles my life is in. Stay, just long enough to get things back in order and to hire and train a new assistant, and when you go, you’ll leave with a letter of recommendation so impressive that anyone would be a fool not to hire you.”

      It was tempting, but she already owed him too much. This was something she needed to do on her own.

      She shook her head. “You’ve done too much already.”

      He leaned forward in his seat. “You would be the one doing me the favor. I honestly don’t have the time to train someone else.”

      “I’ve been here two days. Technically someone should be training me.”

      “You’re a fast learner.” When she didn’t answer he leaned forward and said, “Victoria, I’m desperate.”

      He did look a little desperate, but she couldn’t escape the feeling that he was doing it just to be nice. Which shouldn’t have been a bad thing. And she should have been jumping at his offer, but she couldn’t escape the feeling that she didn’t deserve his sympathy.

      “Do this one thing for me,” he coaxed, “and we’ll call it even. You won’t owe me and I won’t owe you.”

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