Elara
The next morning, just as I finished my yoga and sat down for breakfast, my mother called.
I put it on speaker. "Hey, Mom."
"I hear from your uncle that you've been causing trouble at the hotel already," Mom said right away.
I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth. "Uncle Jack told you that?"
"Who else? Your uncle wouldn't lie about such things."
My jaw tightened. Mom started lecturing me. "Elara, I understand you want to prove yourself at the company quickly. But you don't have experience, and your uncle has been running the hotel all this time."
"You're not a child anymore. You need to listen more, learn more, and interfere less. Otherwise, how will your uncle teach you anything? You should apologize to him. Better yet, maybe you should start as a regular emplo
