My Boss Mr.Brewster

Part 1

***Two months ago***
"What the hell was that Ms. Patterson?" I trembled as my boss Mr. Brewster questioned me in front of my colleagues. I didn't even stay to hear the rest of his rant I left the room with my head high but when I made it to the restroom I broke down. The tears wouldn't stop. Tracey my work bestie followed me and comforted me as I sobbed.
"He's an asshole Mya. Ignore him we all think you did great and Darnell was pleased. Regardless of what he says you did a great job and everyone knows that."
I found solace in her words dried my tears and finished my day as if nothing happened.

Mya
I stared at the office building dreading having to go inside. For the past three years I've been working at Brewster Industries Mr. David Brewster made my life a living hell. His brother, Darnell, who co-owned the company was easier to deal with. I walked into the building with my head held high. Even though Mr. Brewster was hard to deal with I was grateful for a job in this economy.
I rushed into my office to avoid everyone and started my computer.
"Good Morning" that dreaded voice stated.
Fuck, just who I don't want to see.
I turned around and greeted Mr. Brewster.

"Good Morning Mr. Brewster you need something?"

I studied his face to gage his disposition and I could tell he was slightly upset.

"Yes actually I do. What the fuck is this Mya?" he stated shoving the report I gave him Friday onto my desk.

"That's the report I gave you."

" Well no shit Sherlock. That's not the problem the problem is it's half ass done. Do it again and have it to me no later than noon."

"But, I did it just as you asked me to. What exactly is wrong with it?"

"Everything. Fix it and give it back to me."

I sighed this man obviously has no life because he's a total asshole for no reason.

After lunch I dropped off the report and thank goodness it was to his liking. I stood there as he reviewed it and admired his handsome facial features. Outwardly the man was beautiful but inside he was a disgusting character. Definitely a womanizer too the amount of women who left his office with fucked up lipstick was enough to make you and I sick. They usually came when everyone else was gone but he and I. I usually work late but have stopped lately to take my Mom to chemo.

"Looks good Mya. One more thing Darnell and I are going to Atlanta tomorrow. We need you to come with us we have some business to handle down there and I need a traveling secretary."

"What about Sharon?"

"She's busy"

"Well she's your actual secretary how do you not know that I'm not busy?"
My response shocked the both of us. I've never gotten snippy with him despite how he treated me. He stood up and came around his desk towering over me.

"You ain't busy Mya. You're bringing your ass whether you like it or not. We leave at 6:00 AM sharp Darnell and I will scoop you up from your house around 5:20, be ready, and don't pout so damn much you're getting a bonus for coming if that helps."

"Fine, see you tomorrow. Since we're leaving out tomorrow I need to go ahead and handle some business today I was planning to do tomorrow."

"That's fine, see you tomorrow."

5:20 AM - the next day
The ride to the airport was silent. Overnight I became excited about my little mini vacay. I've never been to ATL.

"Mya when we board you can sleep in the cabin if you're tired" Darnell stated.He must've noticed my constant yawning.

"I'll take you up in that offer, Darnell"

"Didn't sleep well?" Mr. Brewster chimed in.
I was stunned he never asks about anyone's well being but his own.

"Yeah, I didn't actually my Mom was up a lot last night she had a rough day at chemo...she has cancer."

"I'm sorry to hear that" Darnell stated. "Mya if you need to take FMLA do so that's what it's there for."

Mr. Brewster looked at me with damn I say it slight sympathy. He must've realized his little "you have nothing to do" comment was insensitive.
When we boarded the jet I listened to the flight instructions and then went straight into the cabin to rest.
Just as I was drifting off into sleep I felt the covers shifting. I turned over and saw Mr. Brewster pulling them back.

"It's enough room for the both of us Mya don't trip."

"Just stay on your side."

"No problem" he stated sliding under the covers. "Mya....I'm sorry about my comment yesterday I had no idea that your mom was battling cancer had I known I would've let you stay."

"It's fine Mr.Brewster" that's the last thing I remember saying before I drifted into sleep until I was awakened by the clapping of thunder. I'm terrified of thunderstorms. I was almost struck by lightening at age 6. I sat straight up and I must've caused a commotion because Mr. Brewster woke up too.

"What's wrong?" he questioned.

"I don't like storms...." I shook a little when the thunder clapped again and the jet titled.

"The pilot is moving the jet to get out of these rain clouds. You're okay Mya."
I looked at his face and in the dimly lit room he was still handsome.
I laid back down some what comforted by his explanation. When the thunder clapped again I jerked. That's when Mr. Brewster scooted closer to me. He spooned me from behind and rubbed my arm with his free hand settling the goosebumps that had formed. This was completely awkward but comforting.....

"I'm not trying to sexually harass you Mya. If you want me to move just say so but you can't keep doing all this jerking I'm tryna sleep woman."

I chuckled and ignored his comment before falling back to sleep.

11:00 AM - Atlanta
"Hey y'all....what the fuck?" Darnell stated.
Mr. Brewster and I both jolted up in the bed at his comment. He was still spooning me when Darnell walked in.
"It's def not what it looks like" I said.
"Mmhmm" Darnell said with a smirk on his face.
I almost continued until Mr.Brewster held his hand up.
"It ain't like that Darnell and even if it was we both grown as fuck."
I was surprised at his comment....it had a hidden undertone to it.....
Darnell looked at us both again before opting to discontinue his line of questioning.
"We land in twenty love birds" he stated shutting the door.