Jaxon
I had a hundred tabs open, figuratively and literally. My phone buzzed with unread messages, my calendar was double-booked, and the board council wanted updates I didn’t have. But none of that managed to distract me from the one thing disturbing my focus: the fashion proposal I’d sent out three weeks ago to the biggest fashion brand in the country, NyxThread Corporation. Founded and run by the elusive Lucian Ward. Ever since Bloodmoon intrusion into my company, some of the investors that made my fashion company a success, withdrawed affecting my initial investment for the company.
NyxThread wasn’t just any brand. NyxThread defined luxury. Their designs walked every major runway, their commercials aired during the Super Bowl, and their influence reached even Bloodmoon royalty. So, w
