STORM - (Intersex)

CHAPTER 2

TYLER

Monday night wasn't too bad, but I was exhausted in the morning, making going to work less than ideal. At lunch, I texted Fran to convince her to join me. In the process, I ran into my boss, Lee, and her assistant, Natalie.

"Dude, she looked like she was going to rip your dick off or kill me," Fran laughed loudly as she handed me the controller. Today, we planned to play video games and then go clubbing with my brother and some friends.

"I don't know about that, but I did mention to her that we're just friends," I replied. Fran continued laughing as my phone started ringing, prompting me to check it. It was Lee.

"Hello, Miss Graham? What's up?"

"Hey Tyler, the quarterly report for this year was left on your desk. I need to see it ASAP. Can you get to the office and fax it to me?" On a Saturday?

"Fax? I didn't know that still existed. I'll email it to you once I get there," I laughed slightly, and she giggled in response.

"Okay, perfect, thanks! It means a lot!" I ended the call and grabbed my zip-up hoodie. Wearing basketball shorts and a sports bra, I needed to cover up a bit.

"Who was that?" Fran asked, still staring at the TV.

"Work. I need to do something, then I'll be back later."

"Cool, just don't be late and call me if you need a ride," she said nonchalantly.

"Yeah yeah, I will, mom."

Our apartment building has a garage, so I headed downstairs to my car and started my journey to the office. With music blaring and minimal traffic, the drive was quick.

Finally at the office, I took the lift to my department. The lobby was empty, just two guards busy on their phones. I hoped it would be fine to be in my casual clothes since no one was supposed to be in on a weekend.

As soon as I stepped out of the lift, eyes were on me. I felt a slight breeze and looked down, realizing I hadn't zipped up completely. Though I'm not ashamed of my body, this looked unprofessional.

"Morning, Brooks. Went for a run this morning?" Terry eyed me up and down, then laughed slightly.

Surprised to see him, I asked, "Why are you all in?"

"Some people work weekends. The real question is, why are you here?" he asked, amused.

"I've been asked to send the quarterly report to Miss Graham."

"Oh, Lee? Yeah, sure. Well, let's get you to your desk before these horny fuckers jump you," he laughed and dragged me away. Terry is one of the few guys in the office I genuinely like and became friends with during my first week.

In my office, I grabbed the documents from my desk, turned on my laptop, and scanned each sheet to download them.