Fifteen later, Megan showed up. It had just been two minutes after Brandon had completed the work he had promised to do it again. Thankfully, she was five minutes late anyway.
The work was slightly different, he realised as he got onto completing it further. It was the same, basically, but just little different that he had assumed would be continent wise, anyway.
He walked beside Megan as she pointed out the different conference rooms. There was one with fifteen chairs, and one with 10, the rest of the four just contained 5 to 6 chairs in total. It depended on how many people were attending, but mostly, only the conference room with five chairs were occupied.
"This meeting is going to have higher ups with us. So just try to keep it extremely professional, note down whatever you want to, don't raise your hand to correct me over to add anything, not now, tell me whatever it is later on. Is that good?"
"Sure." He agreed. She was his immediate superior, and Bran was not an idiot to piss her off in front of her superiors.
Megan started working quicker and then checked the phone before she stopped. "Shit, I forgot a file. Sit in conference room 2B. I'll join in a few."
Bran watched her turn back and run at the speed of light which was quite shocking because she was in extremely tall heels. How was she able to run without twisting her foot?
He slowly turned around and swung the glass door to the conference room 2B. He made sure to double check.
Bran froze for a second. When he spotted someone already inside and it felt like he had seen that person somewhere.
His lips parted as let out a quick gasp of realization. It was the man he had encountered at the hotel he had first stayed in and the very one he had bumped into.
Now, Brandon took the opportunity to look at the man as he moved towards the table. Brandon made sure that there was a gap of one chair in between them and sat diagonal to him.
He was handsome, bulky, masculine in all terms.
His eyes word for a second, no one would call him girly. Now, this man was the definition of what they wrote in romance books.
Also, the same man who had not looked up once since Brandon had come in.
Sucking cheeks in, he debated on whether he should call out the man or not. Why should he not?
"You are quite rude, and you haven't once looked up since I walked in. Are you not even curious about who comes into the room?"
The finger tapping on the screen of his phone paused, and the man looked up, his green eyes clasping with Bran's blue. "Rude?"
Fuck, his voice. Bran gulped, pushing the thought away and continued. "Yes, if you remember the day before today, yesterday, you bumped into me in the hallway of the Hallmark, and you did not even apologize, much less help me with the suitcase I dropped after you pushed me. You could have at least helped me with that or apologized."
Bran tsked. "That was quite rude. Was your day so bad that you could not even bother helping someone?"
"My day was not bad, I had a good fuck. I just wasn't bothered enough to do it."
His mouth dropped open and he gaped at the man. "Wha- you-"
The man raised an eyebrow. "Me?"
"You cannot mention that when we are in the office. This is a conference room there-there," Bran looked around the ceiling, and once he spotted what he was looking for, he pointed out, "there were cameras here. Everything you say is being recorded."
"It is." The man agreed with a nod. "I am aware."
He was? Brandon narrowed his eyes and he looked away. Why was this man so casual about everything?
The door opened and Brandon was the only one who turned into the direction of it. Megan entered her and her eyes stuck on the man sitting diagonal to Brandon. She had an issue with him, too?
"Mr. Archer," Megan smiled, it was a mix of both professional and nervousness, "you arrived early. Forgive me for making you wait."
Archer? Bran's smile disappeared in a flash. As in Killian Archer, CEO, and founder of The Archer Group?