Max’s POV
Searching through the bottles behind the bar, I couldn’t find what I was looking for. How could I own one of the best clubs in the city and have run out of bourbon? It seemed like a statistical improbability.
“Looking for this?” A feminine voice called out behind me.
I turned around and saw Zoe was standing there, holding a bottle of bourbon, which I took gratefully. “You’re lucky I was starting to think I was going to fire you for mismanagement. I mean, how the hell are we so low on bourbon?”
She jumped up and slid back until she was sitting on the bar, “Well, I didn’t account for my boss starting to drink the bourbon like it was water. I have adjusted our order accordingly now.”
I sighed deeply. I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on the staff, especially not Zoe, “Sorry, I
