The next morning, Grier was standing in the Santos ranch house while Nick and his father faced off. She was really struggling to hold her tongue but didn’t want to interfere too soon.
“You cannot be serious,” Nick Sr. looked at Grier and then back to Nick. “You want her to be involved in this. After all the complaining you do about us making you do things to help, and you want to make Grier help?”
“If anyone can organize the pair of you, it’s my wife. She is going to organize your research and development lab at the toy factory and she’s going to organize the shop as well. She is going to create spreadsheets, and she is going to personally train your assistant to make sure you are on track from January until December. There will be no more of this mad rush starting in September.”
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