"No, three dozen cases.. three dozen, not half a dozen, three!" Christian ran his hand back through his hair in frustration, staring up at the ceiling. Opening day was only a week away, and some of the suppliers were still balking at the orders he had placed. Most had been delivered, but he wanted to make sure everything was in place. "Look, just write it down and make damn sure it's here!"<br/><br/>He closed his phone and groaned. Part of the deal that his father had set down was that one of his senior accountants would be on hand to make sure the money was being well spent, and Jeremy knew his shit. He had warned Christian about some of the problems they would face going up to opening day, but the warning and the reality were two different things.<br/><br/>Brandon's sudden appearance distracted him from the call. He turned, ready to give his friend some hell, but the smile faded as he saw Brandon had someone with him. "He has huh," Christian said as he put his phone away. He held out his hand for the other man, saying as he did, "Name's Christian, owner of the club. You ah.. got any experience?"