One Week Later
9 times. Approximately 15 minutes, excluding lunch, which was always an hour long. 12 phone calls. 3 a week, sometimes 4. Each 1 hour and a half; if he's convincing, sometimes less.
I had memorized it all.
He went out of the office and back about 9 times. 15 minutes was the time he took to get back to the office each of those 9 times. He had about 12 phone calls he attended to everyday. 3 meetings a week, sometimes 4.
I watched as he walked in this morning, wearing a new suit I hadn't seen before. He looked over at me, a small nod, yet expressionless.
"If you're gonna stare don't make it obvious." Emily planted a stack of papers in front of me, making me jump.
"I wasn't staring. I mean I was, but—,"
"We all crush on him at some point," Emily smiled lightly.
"I'm literally not. I'm just trying to figure him out. Is he always that stuck up?"
She let out a laugh.
"Yeah. When he gets drunk during office parties he's completely different though."
"Oh."
"You know, our last intern actually got fired for trying to fuck him when he called her into his office. Literally never saw her again."
I lifted an eyebrow, amused.
"I wasn't going to try," I laughed.
"Never said you would."
She smirked, alluding that I had the thought lingering in my head. I chuckled to myself.
For the past few days I had began to count people's footsteps when they walked on the shiny tile ground, grimacing whenever their shoes landed on a crack in the tile instead of perfectly in the center of it.
I had began clicking my pen 10 times before starting to write, among other things that I thought I had gotten over in rehab.
Then, I had began to obsessively watch people in the office when they came and went. Tyler was the most interesting; which I also found to have more depth than anyone else in the office.
I guess I got in my head a little too much when I caught myself counting the times he walked in and out, memorizing his routine all together.
We hadn't talked much to me at all since that time he talked to Daniels—which by the way, had the entire office speculating as to why Daniel's hasn't been in the daily meetings.
...
Tyler made his way out of the office again, this time to grab lunch. I watched his shoes hit the tile, each step perfectly in the center of each square. That was his fourth time walking out today.
I bit my lip to try and get rid of the obsessive tendencies, but the technique wasn't working that well any more.
I looked down at my phone, a text from Brent lighting it up.
on my way. i got you lunch. don't say i don't love you.
I scrunched my brows.
wtf. out of nowhere?
I waited for his reply, the blue text bubble popping up.
It disappeared from the screen.
I had told Brent where I was working but I never thought he'd actually ever show up. Which was weird; usually he did nice things when he needed a favor. This was probably one of those times.
Ten minutes passed, and the elevator door rang. I watched, Brent walked out with a fast food bag in his hands.
"Can I help you?" Emily asked him as he walked in.
"Uh, just dropping this off." He jogged over to me as he noticed me.
"What the fuck Brent?" I asked.
"I can't do something nice?" He placed the bag on the desk.
"What do you want?" I rolled my eyes.
He looked around, biting his lip before responding in a whisper tone.
"Let me borrow your car real quick."
I grunted.
"You have a fucking car, Brent."
"Nia just let me borrow the car. I'll bring it back before you get out of work."
"I'm not giving you the keys until you tell me what happened." I replied sternly.
He sighed, "I need to make a delivery."
"You selling shit again?!" I stopped myself when I realized how loud I was being. "No, the fuck! I'm not giving you the fucking car." I half whispered.
"I'm not fucking selling. It's this quick favor I gotta do and moms needed my car."
I looked around, pissed.
"If you don't bring it back by 4:30—,"
He swiped the keys from my hand.
"I'll fill up the tank and everything—," he grinned.
Just then, the elevator doors opened, Tyler walking out. My eyes trailed him as he made contact with Brent, then at me, and continued past us.
By the time I turned to look back at Brent, he was gone.
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The Intern: Tyler, The Creator
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Nia Brown is back from therapy after her father had forced her to get help for her obsessive compulsive disorder. With her dad's connects, she is soon hired as an intern for a well known advertising company. With no plan B, she's forced...
