A call for wallace - I

The office was feeling up by the time Bran arrived. Since he was 10 minutes early, more than half of the people on his floor were there. The company allowed employees to come past 15 minutes from the allotted time given that it was New York, but that was it. After that, your pay was docked. 

Work had not officially started, and it wouldn't be until the next six minutes went by. So, Brandon sat in his chair, ideally moving it, swirling it around thinking about what had happened because it weighed heavily on his mind.

How easily had his friends just forgotten the fact that he had continuously mentioned for weeks at an end?

Sure, he had not mentioned the inheritance games. His grandfather had planned, but he had mentioned how his grandfather had passed away, how he felt alone, and he was going to have to go to America for a job.

My first red mark should have been why they never questioned about the job. I was the grandson of a business owner, it was assumed that I would inherit, they should have asked then and there.

They did not, because they did not care.

The small cubicle that was his office space, the one he had been in countless times before during his internships and his jobs, was claustrophobic to him. It was too small. 

His hands it to remove his tie, but it was just the beginning of the day. He could not spoil the way he looked like so early in the morning. Brian got up from his chair and moved towards the small smoking area. Since it was the beginning, beginning of the day, the smell was not there, and nor was any smoker. It was perfectly windy for New York and perfectly fine for the breather he needed. 

"Bollocks," he cursed a little bit more before lowering his head. 

The two people he works closely with, the two that he had been friends with since they all were children, were shallow after not remembering a word he had said. What could he expect from the rest of his group? 

Nothing. 

Bran groaned. What kind of friendships had he made for himself? 

He wanted to grow again, but footsteps stopped him. Someone was entering, and it was time for him to leave.

He was stopped by a well dressed, blonde woman, who stood in the doorway, like she wanted to stop him from leaving. 

"I wanted to leave." He pointed out, telling her to politely exit out of the way. 

She smiled. "Someone wants to meet you in the company. Please follow me." 

Is this how people are kidnapped in corporate? The woman seems like something he would mirror with the image of a seductress. Was it even legal to dress this way? 

"Can you tell me where? My work starts in about tw—" 

"Do not worry about it, Mr Wallace. Your work will be pardoned for as long as you are with me." With an appointed look, she turned around without waiting for him to follow. 

And what did Bran do? With a scared gulp, which was full of apprehension as well, he followed her. 

Who the fuck had called him?