Zoey had been the one to hire her, the first Wildflower she’d gotten close to. Now, she adored them all, of course, but she had a closer relationship with Zoey.
When the doors opened, she glanced up. Scarlett was following Zoey through the doors, berating her.
“What are you doing here?” Jules said to Zoey.
“I’m just…” Zoey started.
“She’s just disobeying orders,” Scarlett said sharply. “And if she doesn’t turn around and go back home, I’m going to call Dylan. Or worse, Mom.”
Zoey stopped short and glared at her sister. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” Scarlett said, lifting her chin in the air.
“Fine!” Zoey threw up her hands. “I’m going.” She turned and looked at Jules. “Did they leave?”
“Yes,” Jules answered, knowing full well who Zoey was asking about.
“Good. No matter what happens, don’t refund them a dime,” Zoey said.
“Over my dead body will they get any of their money back,” Jules said and Zoey smiled. “Go home. We’ve got this. Rest.”
“Thanks,” Zoey said, looking tired suddenly. She turned to Scarlett. “Okay, take me home.”
Scarlett took Zoey’s arm and led her to the door.
The door had just closed when Hannah rushed into the lobby from her office.
“Did I just hear Zoey?” Hannah asked her, looking around.
“Scarlett’s taking her back home,” Jules assured her.
“Who?” Elle said, coming down the stairs.
“Zoey was just here,” Hannah answered.
“What?” Elle asked, a hand on her back and one on her stomach.
“She was here all of two minutes. Scarlett is taking her home now. She just wanted to make sure the Tribbertons had left and that I’m not going to refund them a dime,” Jules answered.
“Damn right we aren’t,” Hannah said firmly.
“I can’t believe that we even cared what they thought,” Elle said, leaning against the countertop. “I mean, I know the man owns one of the biggest travel magazines in the area, but damn, there’s only so much a person can take to get a good review.”
“Right,” Hannah agreed, sitting in one of the chairs in the lobby area. “Who needs it. We’re doing great without his help. We’re booked solid for the next year and a half.”
“As it is, we’re thinking of building ten more cabins,” Elle told Jules. “We’ll have to clear some more land, but it’s doable.”
“I can help arrange all that,” Jules suggested, already thinking of the steps that would have to be taken. “I helped, or well, sort of helped plan the last three cabin builds.”
Elle smiled and then looked at Hannah. “We were hoping you’d say that.”
“You were?” Jules held her breath.
“Yes. We were all going to talk to you about it this week,” Elle answered. “There are some files on the drive you can look at and work on. I’ll show you where they are.” Elle moved behind the counter and, for the next hour, helped Jules familiarize herself with what they wanted.
Jules wanted to jump in to working on the plans with both feet but then things picked up again and she had to close everything down and focus on her current job.
Damion’s normal workday typically ended almost two hours before hers since he usually arrived hours before she did. Which meant he was usually gone by the time she got off work. Today, however, he stuck around and waited for her in the employee dining room.