One week later, Aurora Scott stepped into Vintage Cellar for the first time since returning from the Scott family Christmas vacation. The air was crisp with the scent of aged wine and polished oak, a comforting familiarity that settled around her as she walked into her office.
Her assistant had already set everything in order—her schedule for the day, important documents stacked neatly on the desk, and a fresh cup of tea waiting for her.
She had barely settled into her chair when the door swung open without a knock.
Olivia.
Dressed in a sharp black pantsuit, Olivia stormed in, her expression thunderous. Without preamble, she spoke.
"Are you seriously going to sit there and watch Aunt Stephanie hand Ivy and Damien Assistant Manager positions here at Vintage Cellar?"
Aurora frowned, completely oblivious to that question. "What are you talking about?"