Temah Amoah's POV

"I swear to you that if you do that again, I'm gonna kill you in your sleep!" I say, threatening Bryce, barely able to hold in all of my laughter.

We walk away from the café, myself with a double chocolate muffin in hand and Bryce with some strange green, most likely caffeinated, drink in his hand.

"I won the bet!" He says with a smirk and I sigh.

I told him that there was absolutely no way that he could get any girl in the shop to give him their number in 5 minutes.

He did it in 3...

And then roped me into it, to make the girl go away, when she started getting too friendly with him.

He holds out his drink right up to my face.

"Now, you gotta try it!" He says excitedly.

"Are you always this eager to poison people?" I ask with a mock snarl.

He grins wider.

"Only the friends that I like" he retorts.

I sigh and snatch the drink from his hand.

I undo the lid and take the tiniest sip.

Oh! It's actually really delicious!

I smile.

"Okay, I'm not dead. You can have it back" I say.

"You like it!" He triumphs.

"What is it?" I ask, deflecting his ego boost.

"Pineapple, mango, kale and spinach" He says.

I wrinkle my nose to get used to the idea.

Well it tastes better than it looks and sounds.

We talk all of the way, chatting jovially along the way until we stop outside of the building.

We walk inside and continue to talk, when Bryce's face lights up at something behind me.

I follow his line of sight and see Crystal at the front desk.

I raise an eyebrow at him and he gives me a coy smile.

He smooths out his clothes and strolls up to her and leans his arm on the desk.

"Miss Jacobs" He says.

She looks up at him and smiles softly as if teasing him.

"Hey, Temah how are you?" She asks, turning to me and ignoring him.

"I'm good thanks" I respond, smuggling a laugh.

She looks at her watch then back at me.

"You are very early" she says, putting emphasis on the very.

I grin.

"Yeah I don't want to piss the boss off, before he kicks me out." I admit.

She smiles.

"He is in a meeting, he'll send for you when he is done." She says.

Bryce clears his throat.

"Mr Coleman" she says, finally turning to him.

"Or shall I say Mr Coleman two point zero" she says, mimicking his accent with a smirk.

He reddens slightly and bites his lip.

"You're lucky you're behind that desk and not in front of me" He says and I whip round to face him.

Bryce?!

Her eyes widen and she snaps her mouth shut.

He winks.

"I got ya somethin' while we were out" he says, handing her a paper brown bag with a smile.

She blushes.

"Is it my favourite breakfast roll?" She asks, looking at him through her long eyelashes.

He smiles softly.

"Mhm" he responds, looking at her as if he's in a trance.

She smiles at him brightly.

"You better get back to work" she says.

"What, you ain't gonna thank me?" He asks pouting.

She giggles.

"I'll thank you later..." She says shooing him off.

"Fine" He sighs, dragging out the word.

"You can thank me after dinner tonight" he says, with a subtle smirk and an eyebrow raised.

"Goodbye, Bryce!" She says blushing furiously.

He laughs aloud and turns on his heel, walking off.

I walk with him.

"You guys together or some?" I ask.

"Not yet" he shrugs.

They fucking.

I'm definitely sure of this one.

"Why?" I ask.

"I'm working on it" he responds and I roll my eyes.

"You have no idea what she wants do you?" I ask and he snorts.

"I'm an expert on women, don't worry, I got it" He says as the elevator hits a stop.

He's completely clueless, isn't he?

He steps out of the elevator an before I can leave, he grabs my wrist and takes my cupcake out of my hand, biting half and handing it back.

I should end his life.

As in. Right now.

Did he just touch my food?!

"Bryce... I am going to jam my foot so far up your yellow behind that you fu-"

"Miss Amoah." A voice behind me cuts me off.

I close my eyes.

Please Lord, don't let it be...

I turn around.

Lord, you don't love me?...

"Mr Coleman" I gulp.

He wears a crisp white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exposing his veiny arms.

Oh God.

Not that you would ever need it, Lord but all is forgiven and forgotten.

It's as if he knows that it's my weakness!

Call me what you like, but when a man is so muscular that the veins in his forearms are outstanding...

I love it!

His shirt is tucked into a pair of black trousers which are held up by a black belt, with a shiny gold buckle.

I stop checking him out and pay attention.

He looks down at me, then at his brother with a look of disapproval on his face.

"I believe you owe me some newspapers" he says.

He looks at Bryce.

"Bryce..." he regards.

"Yes sir" Bryce says seriously.

"We have an investment meeting in two hours, your section is up" He says and Bryce nods.

"I'll let the rest of the team know" he says, before giving me an apologetic look and walking away.

I turn back to face my boss, after watching Bryce disappear down the corridor.

I turn back to him.

"Get those newspapers into my office as soon as possible." He says.

I nod.

"Yes, sir" I almost whisper.

I walk into my office and pick up the stack of newspapers and the notes along with it.

I walk from my office to his and then brace myself, removing one hand from the massive pile and knocking the door quickly.

"Come in." He says.

I balance the stack on my knee and open the door and enter, closing the door using my hip.

I walk up to his desk and put the papers on it.

He picks up the first one and looks through, the first page.

He looks through my notes.

He goes through my notes and then looks at me.

"It's good" he says and I breath out and finally look him in the eye.

"But you can do better" he finishes.

What?!

He looked at one page!

One. Page!

One?!

"It doesn't matter how much work you've done. If you make a tiny mistake, the people that matter will notice and dismiss you as a bad writer, which we both know you're not." he says.

"You... have made more than one tiny mistake." He finishes.

I nod understanding and he regards me for a moment.

"We have a meeting in 20 minutes and I need you to take minutes" he says.

"Yes sir" I say standing up.

He briefs me on the basis of the story that needs to be written down and then I leave his office.

I go to my own office and start to do a bit of research on the story, starting with the title.

I look the files and then go over them again and again to make sure.

I have to get this right!

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Hey all!

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