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EPISODE 11 - JUST HELPING OUT.

Events took a different turn when family affairs became EW Group's reckoning today. On the faithful day that, Brandon and Wilson were supposed to make a trip to China to monitor the Hotel expansion and seal a deal with one of the top models in need of a management agency. Edward Snr sent over a dozen of boxes, by Wilson's expression held so many unhappy details. Although he restricted everyone from accessing it, including Brandon too. He practically sent everyone out of the office as he went through them. No one was able to get hold of what was inside it.

“Has this ever happened?” Brandon asked Becky his gossip partner.

“No. This is, in fact, the first time he is paying attention to this unit.” Becky answered.

“What could possibly be in there pissing Mr. Never Bothered, off?”

“If only we knew.”

“I am going home,” Brandon announced.

“That would be a terrible idea. You will be visiting your job. Whenever he wants space, we all respect that, no matter how soft he has grown towards you. Doing that would be foolish.”

“Well, if I get fired, let it go down in history that I carried out my PA duties until the last moment,” Brandon winked at Becky, stepping closer to the door with a thumping heartbeat.

“Don't,” Becky hushed. “Brandon, you will be implicating all of us. Please, get back here until he sends for you.”

“Don't worry. I won't get fired today. If I sense anything different-”

“The atmosphere is already different, what other notice do you need?”

“A confirmation from him.”

“Brandon-” before Becky could truly stop him, he had already opened the door and stepped inside.

“Are you okay, Sir?” Brandon asked a thoughtful Wilson.

“What are you doing here?” He asked his back to the door, facing the gigantic glass wall of his office with a cup of vodka in his hands.

“Making sure that the employed me is alright.”

“I gave strict instructions that this place is off-limits until I send for anyone.”

“I didn't hear that. I thought you said that I should get out itinerary ready for China.”

“The trip has been cancelled until I have rectified certain things.”

“What a relief. I never liked the idea for once,” Brandon tried to joke but only got deadly glares from angry Wilson.

“You are terrible with everything, including your timing.”

“Is that not why you are keeping me in the first instance?”

“You wish?”

Brandon hadn’t exactly expected Wilson’s attitude toward him to soften after Brandon had once again tried to help him out to feel better. At the moment, things were ruined. His mood, contracts, and his emotions. He hated that Wilson felt that way. He would still prefer dickish Wilson to worried Wilson. He has had half of the company's staff fired and only the beat left. His father must be playing mind games with him. He had been right about that. He could practically feel Wilson’s dark mood with his skin, but Brandon was bent on helping Wilson get through this. Not as if he cared, but only because he was a dedicated PA. Having the upper hand over the asshole felt so f*****g nice. Of course, it was too good to last.

The day went by in a blur due to the hectic activities that flooded the office. Brandon wished for a great vacation somewhere on a remote island to get his skin tanned and his brain, working. He felt drained all around. f**k! Never expect less. A big company means big trouble, too.

Brandon was finished with his work for the day and was more than ready to go home and get a good night’s sleep. He only had to tell his boss that he was leaving after making sure that Wilson wouldn't be needing him for anything.

Brandon knocked on the door before opening it and sticking his head in. “I’m done. I’m leaving!” He tried to quickly shut the door before Wilson could give him another task. Even though he wanted to help, he needed his rest to be function well tomorrow. But of course, it didn’t work.

“Come inside.”

Groaning inwardly, Nate did as he was told.

“What?” he said with tiredness, stepping into the room and shutting the door with maybe more force than necessary. He was tired, dammit. He would always blame himself for being too good. It backfired all the time. If he didn't care, he would have left hours ago. Wilson wasn't telling him about the incident that occurred earlier in the day. And unlike him, he wasn't pressing for answers. He was tired. He really was.

When the silence stretched, Brandon finally lifted his gaze and scowled when he saw how perfectly put together and full of energy his boss looked. He truly must have supernatural powers because a mere mortal shouldn’t look that way after the day they’d both had.

Wilson said nothing for a moment, just eyeing him in obvious distaste. “You look like a mess,” he said at last. “ I can't have you looking like you are about to jump off a bridge. What do you want people to think of me?”

Brandon rolled his eyes. “It’s eleven in the evening and my workday has been over for six hours now. Today was crazy. Every normal human being will look like a mess. I hope you aren’t stopping me from heading home to get a warm dinner and a soothing shower just because you wanted to comment on my messy appearance.”

“I’m too f****d up. Come over here and jerk me off.”

Brandon stared at him with disbelief. Thank goodness he didn't have a weapon handy. If not, a murder case phone call would have soon gotten to 911 because he was so tempted on ending Wilson.

Wilson stared right back, insufferably arrogant, confident, and without a hint of shame.

Brandon laughed a little. “Is this now part of my job description?”

“It is if I say so. If you don’t like the job, you can always quit.”

Brandon scoffed. “You wish,” he said before striding over to his boss and kneeling. “I will make you give up,” he said, staring deep into Wilson's eyes with determination.