“Good morning, Brandy.” Nyla called out as she walked towards her assistant’s desk, two steaming cups of coffee in hand.
“Morning, boss.” Brandy replied with a grin, taking one of the cups from her hand. Nyla rolled her eyes at the title. She had repeatedly told Brandy not to call her boss, but Brandy refused. In fact, she found it hilarious whenever Nyla corrected her, so she’d given up hope. Nyla had met Brandy Almond in the last foster home she stayed in. They had become closer than sisters, two kindred spirits, those three hellacious months they’d spent with the Foresters. It had taken Donald Forester, husband and all around scumbag of Anna Forester, to beat and nearly kill Brandy, before she and Brandy realized that it wasn’t going to get any better. She knew that they’d be better of
