“You’re here almost every night. You come to every event. You know every single member, and you raise hell every time something goes even the slightest bit wrong. There’s hardly a decision made around here without your input. You’re practically already running this place, Eden. Emerson is just offering you proper compensation and recognition for the job you’re already doing.” My lips press together tightly as I look away. “Emerson Grant always has to be the hero, doesn’t he?”
