HARPER, DO NOT DO THIS.
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I opened Miles’s reply.
It contained a single word.
“No.”
For a moment, I couldn’t make sense of it.
In four years, Miles Chen had never told me no. He was the kind of general manager who could handle a ballroom crisis and still have everything perfect by sunset. Reliable. Loyal. Precise.
So why would he refuse a direct instruction from the owner?
Before I could call him back, another email landed in my inbox—from an unfamiliar corporate-looking address: [email protected]
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Subject: Event Confirmation — Diane Patterson Retirement Weekend
My pulse skipped.
I opened it. It confirmed my mother’s reservation, detailed her selected package, and—what made my blood run cold—showed the event labeled “VIP APPROVED,” with a note: Override authorized.
Override? Authorized by whom?
I called Miles immediately. He picked up on the first ring.
“Harper,” he said, tense, “I was just about to reach out.”
“Explain,” I said evenly.
He sighed. “Someone claiming to represent ‘Seabrook Cove Partners’ contacted the front desk and finance. They instructed us not to cancel. They said your cancellation email was ‘emotional’ and invalid.”
My jaw tightened. “There is no ‘Partners.’”
Miles hesitated. “They provided documentation.”
“What kind of documentation?”
“A letter on legal letterhead,” he replied. “It states there’s a partial ownership transfer pending and that Diane Patterson has authority over events this weekend.”
My stomach dropped. “Pending transfer?” I repeated carefully. “Miles, nothing can be transferred without my signature.”
There was a pause filled with the faint background noise of the lobby—rolling suitcases, distant laughter, life moving on as mine felt like it was unraveling.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” Miles said carefully, “but they also requested access to internal guest lists and reserved room blocks.”
That wasn’t about throwing a party.
That was about taking control.
“I need that letter,” I said. “Immediately.”
Miles forwarded it while we were still speaking. I opened the PDF, steadying myself against the desk.
The letterhead looked official. The wording was polished. It referenced my resort’s LLC and used my mother’s full legal name. It claimed an “ownership restructuring” was underway due to “family governance considerations,” and until it was complete, Diane Patterson would act as an “authorized representative.”
It was complete fiction.
But it was calculated fiction—crafted to pressure employees into compliance.
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