Amelia hung up Olivia's call and glanced over the materials about the nursing home.
Just like Olivia said, the environment and medical facilities were great.
But the steep medical fees were the real headache.
Amelia let out a faint sigh of frustration.
She had just packed up the documents when her phone rang. It was Simon.
"There's no issue with the contract. Amelia, you're coming with me for a work trip. We're flying to Bayfield soon. I'm waiting downstairs."
Amelia froze for a moment. "Mr. Johnson, isn't it usually the assistant who goes with you on business trips?"
Simon chuckled softly. "I'd rather have you accompany me. Is that a problem?"
Amelia found herself at a loss for words, backed into a corner by his statement.
He was the boss, after all—it was up
