“For starters,” he said, sitting forward again and picking up a single piece of paper, “we’re going to expand the snack bar at the top of the lift. I want a real restaurant up there. Something that will draw people in, make them linger for a while.”
“A restaurant.” She thought of the spot he meant and had to admit it was a good idea. Hot dogs and popcorn only appealed to so many people. “That’s a big start.”
“No point in staying small, is there?”
“I suppose not,” she said, leaning back against the wall, clutching her latte cup hard enough she was surprised she hadn’t crushed it in her fist. “What else?”
“We’ll be building more cabins,” he told her. “People like the privacy of their own space.”
“They do.”
“Glad you agree,” he said with a sharp nod.
“Is there more?” she asked.
“Plenty,” he said and waved one hand at the chair in front of the desk. “Sit down and we’ll talk about it.”
A spurt of anger shot through her. He had commandeered her office and her desk and now she was being relegated to the visitor’s chair. A subtle move for power?
Shaking her head, she dropped into the seat and looked at the man sitting opposite her. He was watching her as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“We’re going to be working together on this, Lacy,” he said quietly. “I hope that’s not going to be a problem.”
“I can do my job, Sam,” she assured him.
“So can I, Lacy,” he said. “The question is, can we do the job together?”
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