Douglas POV
My mood soured at the breakfast table. Sometimes, Franco opens his mouth to put his foot in it. He knows that the breakfast table with the family was a no-business chat time. One look from me, and he knew he had done wrong, but it had started now, and there was little I could do to stop the conversation. Jessica's reaction was enough to let me know her seemingly good mood also soured.
I left for work as soon as the conversation was over, and the girls started to clean up. One good part about being the boss was that I had no set times to be at work. Often working at odd times for meetings, day or night.
The car park, outside the club, had people cleaning up. I had heard it was like a festival mood, people lining up to use the recording booth, and those in the booth were putti
