Harmony sank into her chair, the soft hum of the office lights above her mixing with the faint clink of glasses from the club below. Last night’s chaos still lingered in her head, but now it was numbers, spreadsheets, and inventory lists. The girls were restocking bottles, polishing glassware, and checking lights. Tonight was ladies’ night, one of her favorite nights of the week. The ladies loved to go wild, knowing that for a few hours, the rules were theirs—no judgment, no consequences.
She flipped through the ledger, tallying last night’s sales and payouts, pen tapping rhythmically against the desk.
“I’ll be back before closing!” she called over her shoulder.
Cinnamon, her manager and steady hand behind the bar, glanced up from the clipboard she was holding, a playful smirk tugging
