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AN HOUR LATER, AFTER getting a few secret tours on some very large and luxurious yachts, we followed Duncan into the main shop to meet his dad, Sonny.
“Hello,” Sonny said when we walked in. He was an older version of Duncan, minus the hair. “It’s nice to meet the both of you.”
Nathan held out his hand and shook Sonny’s. “Thanks for letting Duncan give us a glimpse of some of these sweet yachts. You must be extremely busy with all of those boats out there.”
“Tell me about it,” the man replied. “I can barely keep up. I’m going to have to hire someone to help around the shop, especially now that fall is just around the corner. Many of these boats need to be winterized—and soon.”
I looked at Nathan, who was already way ahead of me.
“What kind of experience do you need? I’m looking for
