SETH

“Have all the preparations been made?” I asked, turning to Ben.

He nodded. “Everything’s taken care of.”

“The decorations?”

“They were un-crated this morning and strung up in the ballroom.”

“I don’t want it looking like some mediocre Christmas party at home,” I said.

“It’s looking good,” he assured me. “Very classy. We had Terrence Staten fly in from New York just to organize the look for this party.”

I groaned. “How much is that costing me?”

“Three nights in one of the deluxe suites.”

“Huh… I suppose that’s a fair price to pay,” I shrugged. “What about the food?”

“The menus were finalized four days ago,” Ben reminded me.

“I remember the meeting,” I said. “I don’t remember the menus.”

“Chef Pierre and Chef Arnaud are going to be the main chefs for the evening. We have two sections cordoned off for the buffet and the bar, and we’re going to have three live cooking stations.”

“Who were the three chefs we chose to manage the live stations?”

“Iokua, Kaleo, and Damien.”

I frowned. “Was I a part of that decision?”

“You told me to handle it,” Ben reminded me.

“Ah…right.”

He rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Is Kaleo the best person to be in charge of a live station?” I questioned. “He’s not the most personable chef we have.”

“No, but he cooks seafood to perfection.”

“Yes but—”

“You handed the decision over to me,” Ben cut in. “And now you’re micromanaging.”

“Okay, fine,” I conceded. “Kaleo can stay, but for God’s sake, tell the man to smile a little bit more—this is a fucking Christmas party.”

“I’ll pass on the message.”

“The band?”

“They arrived this morning,” Ben informed me. “They’ve been rehearsing in the rec room since they got here, and they sound great.”

I nodded. “Okay… Everything seems to be on track,” I said. “The construction’s finished, and the resort is finally at five-star status.”

“Are you nervous?”

“About what?”