What happened next, was a blur to Brandon.
His aunts had submitted the paperwork for the next day, with the signatures of their sons participating in this sort of corporate version of hunger games. He had received the details of another bank account, one situated in America with only £50,000, the exchange rate of it, in the account.
Supposedly, that was the only bank account that would now have transactions happening in it. The rest of his bank accounts would be frozen for the next three years.
Three years.
That was a very long time. He bit his lip As he thought about it.
Brandon pulled out the paperwork he was given for his job from his carry on. He was going to work in the finance department of the archer group. They were famous for their real estate and their software development, I have informed putting in both fields.
Supposedly, both the real estate and software development were done by the same man; Killian archer.
If he can understand real estate and software development at the same time.. I can wonder what's inside his brain. He scoffed, but it ended up more like a chuckle..
"Something funny?"
Bran snapped his head up. "What?"
A man was sitting next to him and he did not even realize it.
But the seat had been empty before..
".. find something funny?"
Shit, Brandon panicked. He said something. He picked up on what he heard and nodded-shook his head. "No, nothing is funny."
The blonde nodded, taking his answer as his lips turned into a pout. "I thought you were making fun of me."
"Why would I make fun of you?" Bran did not even know him. In fact, he had not even noticed his presence beside him. Has he really been here since the beginning of the flight?
Was a grown arse man pouting?
"My haircut," the man lifted his hand and waved it around his head before continuing with a heavy stump, "it is a disaster."
"It appears quite normal to me."
"Exactly."
His eyes rose in slight surprise before he looked forward. The man sounded American. His antics seemed to be speaking for himself too.
He started reading the papers he had in his hand. Just brushing over what he was required to do. The conditions were simple, just three years in a company, but he had to make sure that he was not fired.
He could do that.
After a few hours, he had been served his meal and his plates were cleared, the lights were dimmed too.
Bran was nursing a drink and his eyes were doing the same for the air hostess. She had a little seductive curve to her red lips that she occasionally licked especially when she poured him another by bending low enough for him to see her cleavage.
Throwing back the rest of the drink, he placed the glass down and excused himself to move past the blonde who was reading something. He made eye contact with the brunette and turned toward the bathroom.
Brandon stepped into the slightly spacious bathroom, not bothering to lock the door because it opened right after him.
"Fiona." He read the name. "May I?" He raised his hand, stopping it in between them, letting her decide if she wanted to go ahead with him or not.
She stepped forward and touched her cheek to his hand. "You may." She purred.