Chapter 193
Chapter 193:
“A private office p>
It might help. People out there might actually relax if I wasn’t breathing down their necks. But I liked the noise. The chatter. Moving into some quiet cave didn’t exactly thrill me.
Savannah kept nudging until I followed her.
The space used to be storage. Now it was spotless. The floor shone, not a speck of dust. But all it had was a single desk and one stiff-looking chair.
“It was last-minute,” she said quickly. “Give me three days, and I’ll furnish the rest. Just bear with it p>
I glanced around. The room was small, the walls close. One narrow window faced a brick wall. No light came in. On a grey day, I’d need the overhead fluorescents even at noon.
She must’ve caught my face. “There’s no other room available right now. If you hate it, take mine. I’ll swap p>
I waved her off. “No need p>
She exhaled. “Look, you sitting out there with the team—it’s too much for them. They’re all on edge. You’ve noticed it, haven’t you p>
“I have.” I nodded. “That’s actually why I came to talk to you. See if something can be done about it p>
“You having your own office is the solution. You’re the boss, so act like one p>
“I’m not the boss p>
“The boss’s wife.” She shrugged. “Potato, potahto p>
I hadn’t planned to be the boss of Nyx Collective. But Ashton bought it.
And now everyone looked at me like I was supposed to have airs and a stick up my arse.
The room was still dim, even with the overhead lights on.
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A few days in here, and I’d lose the will to keep my eyes open, let alone design anything.
But I couldn’t just boot Savannah out of her space, so I agreed to stay. For now.
After she left, I sat down.
The air felt thin. My shoulders tightened.
I couldn’t focus on anything except how badly I wanted to leave.
I was grateful Ashton had taken over the company. I really was.
But staying here like this—being the face of the brand, parading around with a title that didn’t belong to me—was already starting to mess with my head.
I hadn’t designed a single new piece since the buyout.
Every idea felt second-guessed before it even made it to my sketchpad. As I debated whether I could fake an allergy to the paint fumes and just escape, my phone buzzed.
Bank notification. Another two million had landed.