“Roughly ten grand, plus the cost of food, the expense for the service that delivers the food, and overhead.”
So basically, the morning’s entire take for all four restaurants.
They received takeout and delivery orders in the morning, but not two hundred. “I’ll call the software company. Find out what’s going on.” Though how Tech Banquet would fix this, Bran didn’t know. This was Ireland’s work.
Ireland.Fuck.He hadn’t called her after she left last night. And now he had to put out a major fire at the club. A fire she could be responsible for.
There was no way he was calling Ireland with this. Bran was already on rocky terms with her after the way he’d acted last night. He’d try to fix it himself.
Tech Banquet responded immediately to Bran’s call by sending over a new programmer. They’d fired James after Bran described his behavior and the police involvement. No surprise there. But some of the issues they were having this morning sounded oddly familiar.
How was it possible the program was having the same issues it had before Ireland redesigned it? There was no direct connection to Tech Banquet—the program worked off Club Tahoe servers. None of this made sense.
The new programmer spent all day looking at the incorrect orders and the code Ireland had written. “Calls are coming in from all over Lake Tahoe, even north shore,” the guy said. “Do you normally receive orders that far away?”
“Not typically. A few here and there are possible, but usually during dinner hours.”
The guy rubbed his jaw. “That’s odd.”
“What’s odd?” Other than everything about this day, Bran thought.
“In addition to orders coming from unusual locations, several of the numbers listed are the same, but with different addresses. And the bills aren’t matching up perfectly. The charges are slightly more than the bill.”
“So we’re reimbursing more than the cost?”
“Well, yes, but not by much. A dollar or more, tops.”
Bran took a deep breath. “So, just like last time.” Why the fuck had he purchased this motherfucking piece-of-shit system? “Can you fix it?”
“Definitely, but it won’t happen overnight. I’ll need a week or two.”
“And Tech Banquet is covering the expense?”
The guy shifted his feet the way Jacky had earlier. “Actually, no. My boss said you hired a subcontractor who came in and rewrote the program. We’ll have to bill you for my time.”
“Tech Banquet hired her as a subcontractor,” Bran said. But Bran had recommended her…and paid her.Son of a bitch.
The programmer held up his hands. “I’m just the messenger.”
Bran stormed out of the restaurant and headed for the lounge where his brothers were meeting up tonight. Time to face the music. His brothers wouldn’t be happy. But no one was more pissed off than Bran.
“Again?”Levi said.
Bran swigged his beer, pulling his ball cap lower. He rolled incognito when out with his brothers—too many groupies around the resort curious about the wealthy sons who’d inherited the place. Hunt was the only one taking advantage these days, and Bran wanted nothing to do with it. He’d forgotten to wear his ball cap lately, not worried about groupies with Ireland in his life. But tonight he mentally and physically needed the cover.
The weight of his brothers’ gazes nearly leveled him.
“Damn, Bran, we just got the club’s finances out of the red, and now this?” That was Wes. He’d saved their asses last year with the PGA tournament. Wes was optimistic they’d be asked to host again. Just not this year.
Wes turned to Levi and Emily. “How bad is it?”
“Not terrible, financially,” Levi said, “but it could damage our reputation for excellent service.”
“It’s a bit of a snafu, but we’ll deal with it,” Emily said. “We’ve got new programs our customers are excited about. Thanks to the Club Kids, our next two summers will be at full occupancy.”
“Except that the new customers are pissed off about their orders being screwed up,” Levi mumbled.
They’d made the decision to invest in the restaurants together, and Bran wasn’t letting his hard-assed older brother pin all the blame on him. “Most of the orders were to-go orders. They shouldn’t affect our in-house customers.”
