The next morning, easing gently into her office chair, Brianne barely bit back a groan as she stared across the cramped office. Marketing advertisements from bygone years graced the badly chipped walls—the posters portraying a broad and enticing array of foods and drinks: families huddled around a table buffeted with pizzas, a baseball team grinning up at the camera with hamburgers and milkshakes held beside a large first-place trophy, women drinking from champagne glasses, their lipsticked mouths creased with laughter….             Hardly offering them more than an absent glance, Brianne woke up her tablet computer. Stifling back a yawn, she pulled up the liquor inventory list.             “Hard at it,…