Vegas Lights

Chapter 7

Iris's P.O.V

We made it back to Brendon's office. He sat behind his desk, intently focused on his computer screen.
"Yesterday I was working on your schedule, and I got it printed out for you." Brendon said handing me a piece of paper.
"Thank you." I said looking at the paper. It was Wednesday today. I only had two more days at the steakhouse. Brendon has me working Thursday and Friday morning. 7-12. It's not many hours, but it's all I can manage until I'm done with my other job. He has me off for Saturday and Sunday then working for the rest of the week 12-8. As I was in thought, Brendon spoke up.
"So, why was you having to get an Uber this morning?" Brendon glanced at me and quickly looked back at his computer. My embarrassment about my shitty car returned.
"My car decided to give out on me, unfortunately." I said.
"That is unfortunate." He said. "I'll have Louis come and pick you up and take you home from now on until you can get it fixed." His eyes was still glued to his screen.
"Seriously?" I asked him.
"Yeah. It'll give Louis something to do." He said looking at me now.
"Well, I appreciate it more than anything, Brendon." I said to him with a smile. He smiled back at me and looked down at his desk.
"It's no problem, Iris." He said
"So these copies..." I trailed off  "What do you need me to do with them?" I asked him.
"I need them taken down to the first floor and given to Tracey, she'll know what to do with them." He said.
"Not a problem." I told him.

I got up from my seat and was heading to the door when Brendon threw a quick thank you my way. I nodded my head towards him and walked out of the door and headed to the first floor.

I made it down and started looking around for this Tracey. I realized I had to clue what she looked like or any idea of where she might be. I saw that Julia wasn't working the desk today, it was an older lady. Maybe in her fifties.

I walked up to the desk and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Iris, I'm looking for a Tracey?" I asked the lady.
"That would be me! What can I help you with?" She asked with a smile. She seemed much nicer than Julia.
"Bren- Mr.Urie wanted me to bring these papers down to you. He said you'd know what to do with them." I decided not to call him Brendon, at least to others who work here. It doesn't seem like anyone else calls him by his first name.

She looked over one of the papers and nodded her head. She looked back at me.
"Do you work here?" She asked me. "Sorry, I don't think I've seen you around here before." She said.
"I do. I just got hired yesterday as Mr. Urie's assistant." I told her.
"Well then, you'll need one of these." She said handing me a paper. I looked at it and it said there would be a party that Brendon would be hosting. Anyone and everyone was invited but staff was required to attend. The party was next Friday. It also said it was black tie. I don't think I have anything for that so I'll have to go shopping to find something suitable for it. I told the lady a quick thank you and headed back towards the elevator.

I went back up to the top floor and headed towards Brendon's office. I opened up one of his doors, and stepped inside. Nothing could've prepared me for what I seen. I put one foot through the door and I saw Brendon laid back in his chair and I seen the top of some woman's blonde head below the desk. Brendon was just as shocked as I was. He pushed the woman off of him and fixed himself. I covered my eyes with my hands and stepped out of the door, closing it. I stood outside wondering what I just walked in on. Well, not wondering, I knew exactly what was going on. I thought to myself  'Why wouldn't he lock the door?' 'Why would he just leave it open for anyone to come in?'