“Great.” I finish the last crepe and start assembling them. “Jones is probably working for my father. It’s fine. I’ll deal with that problem.”
Cora bounces in her seat as I slide the Brie-stuffed crepes over to her. “These look delicious. And what do you mean? Jones works for your father?”
“Dad has a hard time letting go of the company. He likes to constantly hover over my shoulder and pretend he still has control.” I shrug and take a bite of my crepes. “I’ll get rid of Jones, and then Dad will find another way to meddle.”
“That’s horrible.” Cara cuts her crepes into small pieces and swirls them through the maple syrup on her plate. You’re good at running the firm. I think your dad could take a step back and let you handle things now.”
“He’s never going to let me handle things. I know
