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Dave shut down his laptop with a quiet click and let out a long sigh as he turned to face Grant. "Alright," he began, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "I think we can at least rule out one of your worries. You're not going to have to babysit Miss Frost. From everything I've read, she's actually an expert engineer. Apparently, she spearheaded the shift to solar energy across all Frost hotels a few years back—and she was only eighteen at the time. All her education is from top-tier universities, and her recommendations are glowing. We're talking endorsements from some very big names."

Grant snorted, folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah, because getting those is so difficult for the Frosts," he replied with a note of sarcasm.