Takeem Oneshots

Internship

This internship. Where do I begin. First off it's not all that working for Lyon Agency like I though it'd be, plus I'm only keeping this so it looks good on my resume. Second I'm barely learning anything that I don't already know! It's like make coffee for his ugly yet fine ass, take calls from rude as people and do his personal runs. Third-

H: "INTERN!" He yelled at me for like the 5th time today. Is it really that hard to get my name?! It's lottery fucking Tiana and he can't even get that right. "NEWBIE!" He yell yet again just using a different one of many nicknames for me and I was so over it.

I blew a breathe before walking into his office.

H: "what too-"

T: "LOOK! I'm not intern, newbie or any of those stupid and childish names you came of with! I'm Tiana Ayah Brown and I came here to learn! Not to remember your stupid coffee order to learn how this business is run and why it's still and will continue to live on. So if you could call me by my name Tiana and actually teach me something fucking new and useful... Sir."

He just stared at me with so much power just from his eyes as a stood there trying not have a mental breakdown right here right now.

H: "ok Ill forward you some emails I need to breakdown and send them back when you finished."

T: "yes sir."

Tiana what in the actual fuck! I mentally said to myself as I walked out of his office. And all he said was ok. OK?! What's that supposed to mean?

After I finished the emails and sent back just awaiting on my lunch break. As Hakeem headed off for an early lunch I couldn't help put notice how happy he was. He's never this happy and if you catch him like that must be your lucky day.

But as he walked past my desk and dropped off a white envelope.

H: "read before you say anything and I'll be back"

I fake smile and nodded, internally rolling my eyes because white mail would usually be his personal mail he need delivered.

I stared at the letter on my desk before opening it.

My place @ 8. Dress however you feel most comfortable but no work cloths. Let loose. Leave all formalities at work. As soon as you enter my place I'm no longer sir or Mr. Lyon I'm Hakeem or Keem.

And DON'T be late.

To say I was every bit of confused was an understatement. This is about the nicest he's been to me.

H: "you read it"

T: "mmhm" I said nodding.

H: "what I didn't hear you"

T: "yes Hakeem I understand"

He nodded and went on into his office. I then sat there trying to make an mental outfit.

- - -

I took one last look at myself before ring the doorbell. I can't believe I'm actually here. When I got home I'd contemplated wether or not I should go. But here I am.

H: "Tiana" he said stepping aside letting me know I can walk.

T: "Hakeem" I said walking in.