Chapter 6The staff meeting to discuss the Opening Night gala for the Medusa Lounge was scheduled to start in fifteen minutes, precisely at ten o’clock, and if Noah had learned any lesson after his first week at Hatcher’s Resort it’s that timeliness was not only expected but non-negotiable from any, and all, employees. He’d been nervous all night long, sleeping fitfully, finally giving up and tossing back the covers at six o’clock. He’d made his way to the island by eight, settling in for coffee and breakfast at the Buccaneer before finally heading over to the lounge itself. Once there, he’d opened his spiral notebook and read over the notes he’d scratched down. Sitting on one of the bar stools, he realized he still wasn’t used to the fact this was his de-facto office. Acknowledging it woul
