The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

6. Relief

Monday

I was organizing some files when I heard Emily rush over to me.

"Tyler wants you in his office." She half whispered.

I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Okay." I looked down at the files.

"...right now. He says it's urgent."

I sighed, unsure of what to think.

I made my way over to his door, knocking before coming in.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

He turned away from his desk, taking a look at me.

"That check I told you to file on Friday. Did you do it?" He asked sternly.

My eyes wandered behind him. I think I did? Then again, I might've either forgotten or done it wrong altogether.

"I think so."

"It's a yes or no question."

"Yes." I replied.

"Did you file it under paid?"

"I just marked it as complete..."

He hit the table with his fist. I gasped.

"I can fix it," I began, walking closer.

"You can't. It didn't go through in time so now I gotta wait another month for their shit to get back—," He stopped, realizing he was wasting him time speaking to me. At least that's what his body language suggested.

He got up, moving past me.

I could smell the cologne from where I stood. I watched as he made his way over to Emily, giving her instructions on what to fix.

I made my way back to my desk, biting my lip as I watched him exit the office to take a call. Fuck, I must've fucked up bad.

...

"Now you know how to do it. He's pissed," Emily showed me how to properly pass a check so I wouldn't fuck up again.

"It's not even my fault. I told him that I wasn't sure how to do it and he told me to figure it out. No one else was here, the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"Well, now you know." She eyed me.

I sighed, falling into my seat.

A few hours went by before it was lunch again. Most of the office had gone to lunch, but I wasn't even hungry. I took out a granola bar and checked some texts I had yet to answer from Aaliyah.

"I swear you're one of the prettiest interns we've ever had."

I looked up from my phone—it was Daniels again.

"...Besides that intern we had last summer..." He looked away in thought, biting his lip. "But you're, something else."

I smiled lightly.

"Thank you?" I questioned, chuckling at the statement. I wasn't sure if he was just joking around.

"If you ever need anything—anything, my office is always open, Nia."

I knew what he meant.

Before I could say anything, he was moved over my someone else.

"Again? Forreal? you wasn't just fucking with Stephanie the other day?" Tyler passed by.

In a way, I felt a wave of relief.

"C'mon man..." Daniels put his hands up in defense.

I watched as they talked near the back, by Daniel's office. It was hard to hear; I couldn't make much of it. Their backs were turned to me so I couldn't read their lips.

They finished, Tyler turning over to me as he watched me look at him. He signaled with his finger to come into his office.

I followed behind him.

"Shut the door real quick," he replied, taking a seat.

I fidgeted with my fingers, unsure of what to expect.

He finally turned his attention back to me.

"I don't know what the fuck Daniels has been talking to you about—but he won't bother you again. It's his last warning."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"He didn't say anything, he just complimented me."

"Nah, it's his way of trying to get something from you," he alluded, "It's happened way too many times already. Today was his last warning."

"I'm sorry if I—,"

"Don't apologize. If you feel uncomfortable about something speak up." He was stern, turning his attention back at his emails.

I nodded, replying with a faint, thank you, and leaving.

He was intimidating as fuck.