JULY
ONYX
“Fill me in, Nyx. How’s married life going for you?” Bryson asked as he barged into my office unannounced with the swagger of a champion. He made himself feel at home as he sat down and propped his feet on my desk, blocking the reports I was reading.
“Move,” I warned and swatted his legs away. He gave me a cheeky smile before his feet made its way to the ground. “I’m guessing it’s going great since you’ve been MIA for two weeks.”
“How was the office?” I asked, turning into full businessman mode. Bryson was in charge while I was gone and it gave me mild anxiety. I trusted my best friend and he was the other CEO of the company, but when it came to decision making, I always took charge. Relinquishing that power to him was a bit difficult because I wasn’t sure he’d make the ri
