Billionaire's Island Bride(53)

“So let me get this straight,” Roman said, folding his arms across his chest. “You have a daughter who likes to have her own way. She doesn’t listen to you yet you give her whatever she wants. You’ve been doing this for the past twenty-one years and now you want her to settle down and get involved in the business?”

Richard gave a solemn nod. “I know I’ve been a terrible parent. And I know it’s late. I should have been firm with her all those years.” He gave a deep sigh. “She’s not prepared, Roman. My daughter needs a crash course in real life.”#p#分页标题#e#

Roman released his folded arms and leaned forward. “I have an idea that could help.”

“Yes?” Richard raised his eyebrows, obviously curious.

“What if your daughter worked for me for a while, say for the next six months?”

“You would take her under your wing, be a mentor to her?”

“Right. I’ll give her responsibilities that will equip her to help you in the management of your company. There’s just so much you can learn within a six month period but I can structure her role and experiences so that they’ll give her a foundation in business. You can build on that once her internship is over.”

Richard looked doubtful. “You know she could easily get that experience at my office.”

“True, but how seriously do you think she’d take her job knowing that she could leave work, go shopping and never get fired?”

Richard’s lips tightened. “I see your point.”

“Now I can’t promise you that after six months your daughter will be an angel but what I do promise is that she’ll leave my company with experience in the various aspects of business.”

“Sounds good so far,” Richard said, still with a hint of doubt in his voice. “I’m going to have to figure out the best way to break this to her. I know she had her heart set on touring Europe right after graduation but now this? She’s going to have a fit.”

“And you, dear Dad, are going to sit her down and let her know she starts work at Steele Industries the first week of July.”

“That’s just a week after she gets here.”

“What better time to start? It will be before she gets used to being at home, all relaxed. She needs to jump in head first.”

Richard nodded then he expelled his breath and on his face was a look of relief. He rose and stretched out a hand to his partner in crime. “Roman, as of the first week of July my daughter is in your hands. Let’s shake on that.” There was a twinkle in his gray eyes as he smiled. “I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

Roman grasped Richard’s hand. “Don’t you worry about that. By the time I’m done your Serena will be a new woman.” He smiled, full of confidence, as he released the man’s hand. “You can trust me on that.”

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Celine hummed a love song as she pushed the housekeeping trolley down the carpeted hallway. Today was going to be a great day she’d told herself, no matter that she was stuck in Cambridge for yet another summer when she’d much rather be back home in France with her mother and two rowdy little brothers.

She smiled as she thought about Marc and Sylvan. The ten and twelve year olds were probably driving her maman crazy at this very moment with their constant pranks and rough play. If only she could be home with them. She was the only one who could keep those two in check.

She stopped at the door to suite 1206. No time to dwell on that now. She had twelve suites to clean in the next few hours and she wanted to make a good impression. For the last two summers she’d worked at small hotels where the pay was minimal and the hours long. This summer she’d been lucky to land a job at one of the largest hotels on Main Street. She’d be earning almost fifty percent more than she’d made at her previous job. It was still a far cry from adequate but if she kept to a tight budget she might just be able to save enough to go home for Christmas.

Celine knocked on the door. No answer. She knocked again just to be sure then stuck her keycard in the slot and pushed the door open. Gathering up a handful of towels and tiny bottles of toiletries she tucked them in the crook of her arm, grabbed the handle of the vacuum cleaner then backed into the room.

The presidential suite was magnificent with a spacious living room filled with antique furniture and ornate carpeting. A sparkling crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. Celine paused to admire the elegant room. Oh, to be able to live like this. She chuckled to herself. It would probably take a month’s salary for her to pay for one night in this suite.