Chapter85: 85

WESTON “Where am I supposed to be?” I don’t even attempt to hide my annoyance that I’m in a packed room full of strangers. I’ve done very well at avoiding situations like this for the last several years. Mirabelle always insisted that as a billionaire and philanthropist, my face needed to be seen, but I prefer the exact opposite. I’d rather write a check and keep to myself and my business. I’m not exactly the kiss-ass and rub-elbows kind of guy. “In the main booth, over here.” Daphne ushers me to a booth in the back corner, her hips swiveling in a tempting little manner as I walk behind her. “And what am I doing?” “Did you not read the email I sent over?” She looks genuinely upset like this is a life-or-death situation. “No, I didn’t.” “Figures,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “This is the main booth where everyone is dropping off their baked goods. You register them and then place them on the tables.” “Is someone going to be helping me or am I just expected to figure this all out?” Sh