“Accountants are supposed to handle finances, not human resource,” Tina grumbled before she dropped her head and laid her forehead on her folded arms that were lying on the bar. A low groan escaped her. Pearl was dynamite at running the bar, but she had about a fifty-fifty rate of picking the right employees.
“Make that ten percent okay and ninety percent totally awful,” Tina groaned under her breath.
The sound of the door opening behind her forced her to raise her head. Turning on the stool, her eyes widened when she saw the silhouette of two large men in the doorway. The sun pouring in behind them cast a dark shadow over their features. They were both too muscular to be Craig, who weighed in at over three hundred and fifty pounds, and was more of a round, cuddly teddy bear than a lithe
