The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

14. Discreet

"I mean...I saw it coming." Aaliyah chuckled into the phone.

"Whatever. We're just taking it really fucking slow this time. No bullshit," I sighed into the phone, "I just want this to work out."

"You want it to work out because he's actually becoming famous now or...?"

I laughed.

That was besides the fact; yes, Brent was becoming more known through his music, but that wasn't it. We were always tied at the hip one way or the other.

"Nia?"

I turned around to find Maribel about to walk into the building.

"Aaliyah I gotta go. I'll text you later," I replied.

"Okay! Bye!"

We hung up.

I walked over to Maribel. I was taking a quick break.

"So Tyler told me yesterday that you're gonna be taking over my spot for the next week," She smiled slyly as we walked to the elevator. "He's not as mean as he seems to be. You'll see."

I let out a small chuckle.

"I don't know, he seems intimidating as fuck," I replied.

The elevator doors shut as we got in.

She shrugged. "I mean, I guess he would come off that way to a new intern. How old are you? like 18? 19?" Her tone was a bit condescending.

"23."

"Aw! you're a baby."

I smiled sarcastically, rolling my eyes internally. She couldn't of have been any older than 26.

She applied her lipstick; I eyed her dress. She always wore tight fitting clothing—I couldn't lie, she looked amazing. Kind of envied her. She looked like a woman. I came off clumsy.

Maribel exuded confidence. I needed to work on that.

The elevator doors opened.

"Come. I'll show you what Tyler usually wants done before he comes in."

I followed behind her to his office.

"Usually he'll have a stack of papers on his desk that he wants me to file and just organize before he walks in," she took the papers and walked back to her desk.

"Then, set up the meetings for the day—i'll forward them to you next week. That's the biggest priority."

I watched as she typed some stuff on her computer.

Just then, Tyler walked into the office.

"Tesla marketing at 11 am and phone conference with Nicole Heisman from Chanel at 2 pm," Maribel greeted him. He nodded, eyeing me before continuing.

"Did you hear back from—,"

"Jenny? Not yet. She's out of office till next week." She finished his sentence. It was crazy how well she knew how to handle everything.

He chuckled, amused.

"You look good today," he replied, eyeing her.

She smiled. "I like your tie."

I watched him leave after smirking, it felt like I was literally invisible.

They were definitely flirting.

Maribel looked back up at me.

"Oh! and occasionally he smokes a cuban when he's stressed. They sell some at the liquor store a block away, but you gotta be discreet. It's still illegal here," she replied, all while typing up an email.

"Okay."