Still, she was setting herself up for disappointment.
Amara appeared, propped up by two female staff members. Despite her nap, she didn't look much better.
As we disembarked, Beta Sawyer and I hesitated, afraid of another accusation of impropriety. We exchanged glances and silently agreed to get out of there, leaving Sebastian to deal with Amara. Our eyes pleaded with him: Please handle this yourself.
Sebastian's expression said it all.
Amara made her move, leaning heavily against his arm with the clear intention of face-planting if he didn't support her.
Sebastian couldn't possibly ditch his branch manager in front of everyone, so he had no choice but to help Amara off the yacht.
At the dock, his driver had the car door ready and waiting.
"Where's your car?" Sebastian asked, steady
