Tuesday
When I walked in the office, everyone looked over at me like they were expecting someone else.
I walked over to Emily.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"It's Tyler's birthday. We're waiting for him to walk in—,"
Then, everyone cheered a loud ass Happy Birthday!
Emily and I both turned to look, he stopped in his tracks, smirking lightly. He tried to keep it in but he couldn't—I could secretly tell he loved the attention.
"Happy birthday," I smiled at him as he walked past.
He nodded at me, moving past the crowd.
"Y'all get back to work, meeting at 3 with branding," He told everyone.
I watched as he made his way to the conference room with Rogers and the other executives.
...
It was lunch and Tyler had left to go eat with his team.
"Roger texted, they're on their way! bring the candles over. Emily! the lighter?" Maribel and the other assistants grabbed the cake as they opened the plastic tab.
I got up, unsure of what to do.
"Here, hold this!" Samantha, Richard's assistant handed me a bunch of balloons.
Emily walked over to me, crossing her arms as she laughed at everyone getting the cake surprise ready.
"We do this every year and every year Tyler tells us to never do it again," She replied.
"Yeah, he looks like the type to hate birthdays."
"He loves it."
"He's here!" Samantha and Maribel called the other people around in the office to come out and get ready.
It was about twenty of us hoarded by the entrance.
Soon, they walked in.
An even louder Happy Birthday was sung as Tyler laughed.
A few moments later, Rogers gave a toast to the best creative director there was, Tyler of course, and we all raised a glass.
Cake was served as me and Emily passed it out while Samantha cut it. I watched as Maribel kept a conversation going with Tyler.
She couldn't keep her hands off him. She couldn't make it any more obvious that she was flirting heavy.
"Nia! the fork!"
I looked back at the chaos happening on my side, snapping back.
Soon, Tyler called it off, and everyone began to get back to whatever they were doing while the rest of us cleaned up the balloon and cake mess.
"Nia."
I looked up at T.
"My office."
I followed behind him. Fuck, I didn't know what to expect.
I took a seat, Tyler shutting the door behind me.
"I talked to your dad this morning."
I raised a brow.
"Yeah...you're a client at his firm," I replied a little sarcastically. Just to ease some tension.
"I asked him if he knew about the lost dog situation. From the other day," he began.
I felt my palms begin to get hot.
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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...
