Scars unlocked the door, and waved Zoe inside. She looked around, curious despite herself about where Scars spent so many of his working hours. She suspected that even though lots of the bar staff used this space, the majority of its usage fell on the man standing in front of her right now, turning on lights and bustling around a bit, moving stacks of paper and what looked like boxes of alcohol.
It was a good-sized office, much bigger than hers over at Blue Dragon. It was better laid-out too, although it didn’t have a window. Zoe needed natural light to think straight, loved the skylight above her desk, so she wouldn’t ever trade her cramped office for the extra square footage of this one. She’d kill for that massive leather sofa, though, and for the sprawling desk. Her own desk was maybe
