“Good morning, Bren!” said a familiar voice from behind him.

“Hey Jack, how’s everything so far?” Bren greeted back. He just finished his early morning tea at the poolside bar and was now walking back to the packhouse as per his daily habit.

“You know, same old, same old. How are you doing with the part-time bartender gig? Do you like it? I can still move you to the kitchen since I’m the head chef after all. I’ll take you in, no problem.”

“Nah, thank you. I’m really happy where I am. Besides, I can work on my special mixes while I’m there at the pool’s bar,” the former rouge...