My boss, my bully - II

"Done," Brandon dropped the stack of files over Megan's desk in her cabin. "And if we have nothing else, then I might be done for the day as well." 

"Oh?" Megan opened the first file, checked the work briefly before she ordered, "that's good for you. Take the early day then." 

Brandon looked at the files for a second before returning his attention back to his immediate period. "You know you can also leave 15 days for you to do. Even though it's an American corporate world here, and hurts no one once in a while." 

"I know," she said, "but since not a lot of women have ever entered the executive group in this company, I feel like people are watching me." 

Brandon knew she left something and said, something he could pinpoint his thing, so he said it for her. "People are waiting for you to fail." 

Megan nodded. 

"Then let them wait, Megan. Allow them to keep watching you, give them nothing to think over because you're not going to fail. An early day is not going to hurt your career."  

"It won't." Megan repeated it slowly, she was saying the words to herself more than she was saying them to Brandon. "It won't, but I have to review these files, so I'll do them today rather than tomorrow." 

She was not sure, when was sticking to her guns, something Brandon could not tell her to abandon again. If she was more comfortable doing this, it was her choice.

"Alright. Have a nice night." He flashed a smile before reacting back to his cubicle. Brandon packed away everything that he had brought before. He logged out of the office working and took the lift to the floor with the exit on it. 

It was already dark for some reason, it was going to be a stormy night. 

I should hurry up, the quicker I reach home, the less chances of meeting being wet in the rain. 

Even though he was British, he still had a strong dislike for rain, especially when he was about to go somewhere and did not want to be wet. 

It had taken him a few days, but he had gotten used to the piece of New York. They were quick, and he had learnt to be the same. Before he knew it, he was standing in the tube, with a bunch of people almost almost crushing him. 

The thunder had gotten by us, and now there was a chill in the air. Not to mention the wind, it was outrageous with how strong it was. 

There was nothing on his mind, except the target, where he had to reach home before it rained. He clicked his steps further, keeping everything out of mind and just what was inside in front of him when he had something he almost deafended his years towards, but he heard it again.

"Wallace." 

His surname, the voice..  

it was too familiar, almost like it was embedded in his brain.

No, he prayed, please don't let it be—

"You heard me, Wallace. Turn around." 

It was him. 

Brandon turned around, coming face-to-face with his purse, who was just standing a few steps away from him, near his apartment. 

Near his apartment.