The urge to grab his head and pull his hair from his head was so strong that Brandon had to put his hands underneath his thighs to sit still.
Killian Archer; Ceo after the company he was working at.
Rude? Mannerless? What has he not called Killian?
What the fuck is wrong with me? How could I just talk to someone like that? Not not even knowing who he was? Fuck. Fuck. Not even my cousins are going to be fired from their jobs this early. How can I make things that bad for myself?!
And so soon?!
Brandon wanted to facepalm himself, clear his throat and apologise, if not that then bang his head on the table as an apology, but somehow his body refused to move.
Megan had stopped talking. She had just greeted the ultimate boss before she kept her stuff down and sat in the chair office between him, and Mr. Archer.
from the corner of his eye, Brandon peaked at Killian.
He was busy on his phone, not paying attention to anyone in the room. What was he even looking at? two people were sitting in the room. Could he not make any conversation? Was he so much about his subordinates and employees?
Brandon narrowed his eyes at the boss. He openly talked about getting a fuck. Is she watching porn by any chance?
"I looked through the presentation. You sent me, Mrs. Smith. Everything looks good."
"Thank you, Sir. Would you still like me to explain in detail, or should I just summarise it quickly?"
Killian flicked his wrist upwards and bounced at his wrist watch that Bran recognised to be a top Rolex model. Not just the top one, but a custom made one.
"Your boss is not here yet. He's late, so just summarize all of it. I have somewhere to be in 30." He paused before continuing, "if he's not here in the next five minutes, continue and finish it for me. I'll let you know what I think about it." Killian finished.
Bran narrowed his eyes again, but then looked away, so he wouldn't be caught. Where did he have to be, another fuck fest?
"Yes, sir." Megan, not so discreetly, glanced at her watch. Noting the time too.
Wait, Bran's eyes widened a bit. Where had the thought come from? Why did I even think of that?
Just like Megan, Brian had also kept a look for the time and on the sixth minute, Killian looked up towards Megan, who took it as a silent signal to start.
She started the PPT on the screen, and just when she was halfway on it, a balding man entered the room like he owned it.
His eyes got a hold of Megan first and his lips curled in distaste. " I told you to wait for me—"
"James, you're fired. Get out of the building within five seconds." Killian's voice dropped in degrees, sounding more cold than Antarctica's winter as a sharp voice cut the man Samersonin between.
It was at that moment, Megan's immediate superior noticed that someone else was in the room beside them. Someone who was the CEO.
"Sir," he stepped into the room, doing the complete opposite of what he was supposed to do, "I was not aware—"
"Now you are, I've made you. Get out." Killian reverted his eyes away from Samerson and Megan. "Continue."
Damn, Bran thought, that was cruel.
Samersontook a few steps into the room and to Megan's credit she did not stop. Bran kept his eyes on Samerson.
"Sir, believe me, I was tied up—" he was cut off by the door and it was the security guards that had been at the entrance of the building.
"Mr Archer." One of them stepped forward.
"Him," Killain pointed to Samerson, "out."
Without a moment of hesitation, Samerson was dragged out by the collar from behind. His screams were heard down the hallway whereas the conference room was silent.
Woah, that was something. Bran relaxed but just a little. I was calling him rude? The man's a fucking psycho.
"Ms. Smith," Bran and Megan turned to Killain who further instructed, "continue."