Bryce arrived at work and immersed himself completely with different paperwork that was littered on his desk.
Flashes of Hera's innocent face almost made him lose focus. He needed a serious distraction. He wouldn't be able to do anything if he didn't find a way to occupy his brain and mind because somehow, the two of them were working together to ruin him.
Picking his cellphone from his table, he dialed a number and waited patiently for the person at the other end to pick up the phone.
"Hello Bryce," the voice from the other end of the line echoed after the third ring.
"Max," he breathed into the phone.
"Been a while since you called. I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you," he said in his usual fruity voice that always pissed me off.
"The girls are all asking for you," he continued when Bryce didn't speak. "Turns out that they miss your other guy. When will you be gracing our presence, oh mighty one?" Max mocked in a grating voice that had Bryce rolling his eyes.
"Make the usual arrangements for me," he ordered. "Oh, and please, I need the best of the very best."