My dad skipped my wedding to go play golf. I was always the invisible daughter in the family. But when my $580 million hotel chain hit the evening news, he texted me: ‘Family dinner at 7 p.m., important discussion.’
My dad skipped my wedding to go play golf. I was always the invisible daughter in the family. But when my five-hundred-and-eighty-million-dollar hotel chain appeared on the evening news, squeezed between a Seahawks recap and a weather alert, my phone lit up with his name for the first time in months. “Family dinner at 7…