The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

9. More Favors

Brent was gone the next morning.

I vaguely remember him saying goodnight and leaving out the window.

I got ready for the day, slightly in a better mood after remembering the interaction I had with Tyler the day before.

...

"Goodmorning," I smiled lightly at Tyler as he walked in, giving me a small nod without a smile.

I clicked my pen the same amount I always did—10, to be exact, and made sure the papers in front of me were perfectly in order before writing the date filed on each one.

A few minutes passed before a group of four people; two men and two women walked into the office, quickly being greeted by Emily.

"We have a meeting with Mr. Okonma," the woman told Emily.

"Yes of course! I'm Emily, nice to meet you—,"

Just as she got to the last handshake, Tyler walked out of his office, buttoning up his suit.

"Will! how you been?" Tyler gave them a handshake as they greeted eachother.

He acted so different with clients; I figured it was all just an act.

"Emily, show them into the conference room. I'll go get Rogers and everyone else."

I watched as Emily led them into the conference room.

He walked over to me.

"I need a favor." He spoke quietly. "Emily has to stay front desk and Maribel isn't here so I need you to come in and take notes."

"Notes for what?"

"Write down any ideas that come up, negotiations, shit like that. It's not that hard."

He began to walk behind Rogers into the conference room. I grabbed a notebook in front of me, grabbing a pen and making my way in. I sat near the door in the back, closing the door slowly so it didn't make any sound as they spoke.

"So as you know, we've been wanting to rebrand Cartier..." the lady began.

I watched as they talked on and on about potential ideas for the advertising. I wrote down what I thought sounded important.

I didn't realize I kept clicking my pen until Tyler looked over at me, giving me a stern look.

It was over an hour later.

"Go wait in my office." Tyler whispered, going back to his clients as they said their goodbyes.

...

"You gotta watch that pen clicking," Tyler walked into his office, closing the door behind him.

"Sorry I have..."

He looked up at me as he sat on the chair.

"...never mind," I nervously chuckled.

Definitely not the time to talk about OCD.

"Let me see what you wrote."

I handed him the notepad.

He reclined back into the office chair, flipping the pages as he read them.

I looked around at what he had in his office. It was pretty dull, nothing on the walls but some accolades and certificates. His desk was relatively empty as well.

"Good enough," he replied.

I began getting up.

"And let Emily know to confirm our next meeting, aight?"

I sighed as I shut the door behind me.

...

It was finally lunch time.

I watched as Tyler left the office; I figured I'd follow behind him, just to see.

I took the stairs as he took the elevator. He stepped out of the building as I walked a few feet behind him.

A block around the corner there seemed to be a small coffee shop. It was quite a long walk; but still I stayed behind, making sure he went in first.

I went in a minute later, pretending to look down at my phone so I wouldn't seem suspicious.

He ordered, then someone in front of me did, then it was my turn.

"I'll just get a small vanilla latte," I replied.

I got my receipt, turning around.

"Nia?" He asked, noticing me. "You come here?"

I pretended like I didn't notice him at first.

I'd never even been here before.

"Yeah, sometimes."

His phone began to ring.

"I gotta take this."

He made his way out the shop, and I watched as he looked down at his watch; trying to read his lips.

"For Tyler!" a few seconds later the barista said my name. I walked over, taking both our coffees.

I walked out.

"Just tell him to call me. I need to confirm that shit before it goes out to—" He took the coffee that I handed him. "...before it goes out to Rogers."

Tyler ended the call.

"Everything good?" I asked.

"Yeah. I gotta get back quick though, forgot I had a conference." Tyler looked down at his watch.

"I know a shortcut but it's weirdos so you gotta stay close," he spoke again.

I chuckled, agreeing.

We walked through an alleyway that cut our time in half. It was super sketchy. A lot of suspicious people walking past.

"Guys at the office buy their coke from here," he replied.

"Coke?" I looked up at him, lifting a brow.

"It's supposed to give you energy. Don't do it though."

"Have you?" I hesitantly asked.

He shook his head no.

It was weird, he opened up a little but was back to being nonchalant at the office.
We walked in together, I felt the stares from the other assistants.

We immediately separated, Tyler walking into his office as I made my way to my desk.

Emily walked over.

"How was it?"

I looked up confused.

Emily looked over at the group of assistants next to me; they snickered.

"They wanna know if you guys are.." Emily alluded.

"No, the fuck?" I scrunched my brows.

"Interesting...usually when interns fuck their bosses they tell the whole office."

I was taken a back.

"I didn't fuck him."

"Mhmm," she chuckled.

One of the girls next to my desk walked over, smiling.

"We know you didn't, but just a heads up..." she lowered her voice, "he's the best fuck in this entire office."

The other assistants behind her laughed.

"I'm Maribel, by the way," she flashed a smile.

I shook her hand. She was the one that gave me that look my first week. Nevertheless, she was gorgeous; I assumed she was hispanic from her accent.

"Nia," I replied.