I finished my bagel and carried a hot, fresh cup of coffee to the small conference room we were using as an office and a base of operations for the remodel and rebranding of the resort. A dry erase wipe board had been mounted on the wall, and Raphael has made an extensive list of all the projects and improvements to be done.
I gazed at the list for a moment and then moved to take my seat, almost stepping on a kid in the process. Trevor was on the floor under the table with what appeared to be an army of plastic dinosaurs. Robert sat at the other end of the table staring down at a ragged, taped together scrap of paper. It took me a moment to realize that it was the list of nanny firms that I had prepared for him. Though it looked like he might have crumpled it up in his pocket, run it thro
