The Intern: Tyler, The Creator

23. Perks

I spent all day Sunday at Brent's place; I finally had a chance to listen to some of the stuff he's been working on.

I was two tracks in and I already couldn't believe how well he sounded.

"Did you like that?" The music faded as Brent looked over at me.

"I can't believe you did all that yourself."

"I've been dropping shit on the low and people fuck with it. Like, I'm almost done with this ep too—,"

"An ep?" my eyes widened. "So you're really serious about this? I'm so fucking proud."

"Yeah. I been getting followed by all these famous ass people I used to look up to too. It's crazy. Shit's really coming together." He looked down at this hands.

I didn't realize how stuck I was in my own world that I hadn't asked him about any of this before.

"I'm glad people get to see what I see." I smiled.

"I'm gonna write this song about you," Brent got up, walking over to sit next to me.

I smirked as he grabbed my neck, our lips touching momentarily before someone barged in.

"Oh shit! yo, my bad B."

One of his friends shut the door quickly, Brent and I laughing before continuing where we had been interrupted.

...

I got to work earlier than usual; I needed to get some stuff done that I didn't finish last Friday.

About thirty minutes later, Tyler walked in, obviously angry at whoever he was yelling at on the phone.

I watched as he went into his office, slamming the door shut so hard that Emily and I looked at eachother in shock.

"Holy shit. He's never been like this," I overheard Maribel tell the other assistants.

"You think Bella found out?"

"If she did he's fucked..." Maribel sighed.

I wondered what they were referring to.

Twenty minutes passed, and I continued to organize some files before I realized I had to get an authorization signature from Tyler. I hoped he had calmed down a little at least.

I made my way over to the door, knocking before hearing a loud, Come in!

I did, and I spotted him looking out his office window on his phone again.

"Go then. When you get back we can talk." Tyler clicked his phone off before turning back to me.

"I just needed your signature for this." I slid him over the paper across the desk.

He picked it up, reading it over before taking the pen in his pocket.

"So you enjoyed that little party on Saturday?" He replied again, handing me over the paper.

"Yeah. It was fun."

"I didn't know you was into girls," he put his hands in his trousers. "You seemed into it. I'm surprised."

"It was in the moment..." I flustered.

"You don't gotta explain it to me."

I sighed, nodding before turning to leave.

"Oh and by the way, I'll just add an extra grand to your check from all the organizing you did."

My ears perked up.

"That's enough right? We didn't talk about your rates. If it's higher let me know I can adjust it."

I turned to face him.

"Two grand." I smirked.

He turned to look up at me, an amused look appearing on his face. He loved this shit.

"Oh so you like to negotiate?"

"You asked for my rate so I'm telling you."

He chuckled.

"I got my own closet that needs to be fixed up."

"I'm free."

"This weekend? Same time." He asked; although it sounded more like a statement.

I nodded.