My mother canceled my hotel room after I flew across the country to attend my sister’s engagement party. She didn’t know I had just inherited controlling ownership of the hotel chain.

Madison rolled her eyes. “She is so embarrassing. She’s pretending to call corporate.” I kept my eyes on my mother’s face. “Margaret, all of them. Every room, every catering contract, every bar tab. Purge the account.” “Executing now, Ms. Parker.” I hung up and slipped the phone back into my pocket.

Margaret wasn’t a receptionist. She was the Regional Director of Operations for the entire Southeastern seaboard of the Vesta Hospitality Group. And as of 9:00 AM yesterday morning, she was my direct employee. Richard snorted. “Nice try. I am a founding board member. No one is canceling my account.” He turned to the clerk, slapped his heavy black VIP card on the counter, and ordered the Presidential Suite and four adjoining rooms.