"Niamh, why is he still here?" Finn demanded, glaring at me with thinly veiled contempt. "I need to discuss sensitive marketing strategies with you."
I remained seated, observing his arrogance with quiet amusement. The years had certainly changed him—and not for the better.
Niamh cleared her throat nervously. "Director Langley, there's something you should know about Mr. Knight."
"What? That he's my childhood friend who's overstayed his welcome?" Finn scoffed, his expensive watch glinting as he gestured dismissively toward me.
"Actually," Niamh said, her voice gaining strength, "Mr. Knight is here representing the Thornton family's interests."
Finn froze, his expression shifting rapidly from annoyance to confusion.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice suddenly uncertain.
I finally spoke. "The Thorntons have acquired a controlling interest in this resort, Finn. As of yesterday, I'm overseeing their investment."
