“You need to talk to Dad,” I advised.
She said nothing.
I kept advising.
“I agree with looking into expansion outside Valenzuela’s territory, but we should sell to locals who can distribute. We shouldn’t put our own men there. And please be patient. Don’t push too soon too fast.”
“I hear you, Liv, but, babe, got shit to do,” she replied.
I tipped my head to the side. “Is there something you aren’t telling me?”
“Outside the fact Dad lost his fucking mind at that shit David pulled, he’s eager to have him found and to put a line under that, including getting our fucking money back, and he was surprised and pleased you sorted that shit…no.”
There was no hesitation, no shift in her eyes.
I fancied Georgie could lie successfully to anybody.
But not to me.
So I relaxed.
Okay, maybe all was good.
“I should help transition the boys to Tommy,” I told her.
“It’s already done.”
I didn’t like that.
“Georgie—”
She lifted a hand my way. “You’re too easy on them, Liv. They’re good. They’ve got money coming in, product going out. And Tommy’s definitely watched you for years. He knows those boys and how to handle them. It’s already working.”
I could believe that.
“Right, then I’ll let you get to it,” I murmured, turning to leave.
“Thanks” she said to my back, but distantly. She was moving on.
I moved on too, only glancing at her marking on the papers in that folder before I closed the door to her office and moved to mine.
It had been weeks so it felt weird being there. Especially right then, with the unexpected but definitely not unwanted news that my job description had changed. Changed to something I greatly preferred doing. Something safer. Something that maybe in doing it, I might get an hour or two’s sleep at night, having a clear head and feeling moderately (but not completely, never that) clean.
It was something that should make me smile.
Hell, it was something that should make me twirl with glee.
I did not twirl with glee.
Because it was unexpected. And it was swift. There had been nearly zero discussion about it with me, and my sister could be decisive, but she wasn’t stupid, she knew I had the most level head of all of us and she talked things through.
She hadn’t talked it through about the labs before she put them in operation either.
Not with me.
Not with our father.
Something was changing and as much as I wanted it to feel right, it felt wrong and it did nothing to make me feel any less like the world as I knew it was shifting under my feet.