Chapter Twelve
Back in their suite at the Ritz Carleton, Emmy slipped off her sneakers and collapsed onto the sofa. Stash sat down at the dining room table with a folder full of papers.
“I’ll pack,” Lani said, disappearing into the bedroom.
“Want anything?” Paula asked, heading toward the minibar.
“I’d love a Coke, if you don’t mind.” Emmy pulled herself up to a sitting position. After Paula prepared beverages for everyone, she joined Emmy. “If you wouldn’t mind, Paula, I need to speak to Stash alone?”
Paula jumped up and headed for the bedroom. “Sure. No problem.”
Stash looked up from the paperwork and faced Emerald. Once Paula was out of earshot, Emmy stood up. “I’m not going to Europe, Stash. And that’s final.”
“I signed the contracts already. That’s right. I’ve been signing your
