Callie
At some point in time, someone rewrote the definition of Dionysus from God of wine, parties, and having a good time to spreadsheets, venues, and permits. And nobody had bothered to tell me.
If I’d known I’d never have agreed to take the position.
Familiar clicks of hard heels announced my assistant’s presence who no doubt had come with more tasks and obligations. “Good morning, Calliope. You look already tired,” Bastian remarked cheerily.
I straightened up so I could glare at him. “Aren’t you charming.”
“My husband certainly thinks so,” he quipped back without missing a beat.
“What rotten tasks have you brought me this time?”
“Not too many. You’re wanted for two vineyard blessings, the new temple is almost finished, and of course, the daily orders. I also had a call from one
