Marissa was dumbfounded. Heading a company like BTB is not child’s play. Though she worked there before and knew about most things that they do, that was different from being the C.E.O., even if it was temporary. That would mean that she would be responsible for making final decisions on all those intricate issues that could either make or break the company. Decisions that could affect him. She looked back at Bernard and thought of what he would say to her right now if he were here.

“He would certainly say that you should go for it. Do you even need to ask?” Her subconscious practically rolled her eyes at...