“I asked for lilies, not white roses, you dimwit!” Eleanor shrieked at the scared interns with her Bluetooth microphone beeping read as she held a notepad in her hand. She pressed the button on the microphone, “what the hell are we doing about the Hors d’oeuvres? Get that done before I fire your asses. I am not running a bloody circus here!” She snapped before cutting off the connection.
She had a deep frown on her face as she stood on the terrace of Rave, which was a night club owned by the Ravena brothers, among their other businesses. All around her were workers and interns decorating the entire place for the event as she oversaw everything. It was Liam’s birthday and just as tradition demanded, she was going to make sure that it would be a blast. For the whole week the brunette had be
