turned over. “I’ll brush up on my slave-driving skills just for you.”
He wouldn’t have to, she knew. This was familiar territory. Challenged by his offer, her mind was already racing ahead as she ticked off requirements on her fingers. “We’ll need a business and financial plan for the lodge. That would be your department.” She took a breath. “As soon as the financials and decorating theme are in place, I can draw up a schedule for trades-people to do the work, and a program for hiring and training staff, starting with a house manager, catering manager, executive housekeeper and front office staff.”
He looked slightly bemused. “Agreed. Right after you put your feet up for a while.”
Shock jolted through her. Had he guessed her secret already? “Excuse me?”
“You’re still recovering from the flu. No feudal lord worth his salt makes his serfs work when they’re ill. Serfs are expensive to replace,” he added when she shot him a quizzical look.
“You’re the boss,” she admitted.
His gaze glimmered with satisfaction. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
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