He didn’t need to. As owner of the resort, he could spend his time lounging or golfing or fucking. There was no shortage of partners for any of those activities. However, as always, he’d told the truth to Artemis when he said he liked being kept busy. And being at the bar allowed him to fraternize with the customers to ensure they were happy there. It was his experience that if an irate customer were to voice a concern, it would be at the bar as his inhibitions were being decimated by tequila and vodka.So sue him for being a hands-on manager/owner.Helios Resort gave him something he hadn’t had in years. A distraction. It wasn’t like the old days when Greek gods could pick a side in a monumental battle and dirty their hands as the mortals fought for life and power. Mortals didn’t look to the gods for guidance any longer. They looked to bloggers like The Travel Chick and her ridiculous reviews.Okay, so maybe he was feeling a little superfluous.It was easy for some gods. Artemis had never been much of a people person anyway.
