Remember Me

XXXIII

"It wouldn't have been an accident if you would have taken those damn earphones out your ears!" Toryn snapped, quick to notice the red and black Beat earphones in his ear.

Brandon raised an eyebrow. "This is a gym sweetheart, everyone here is wearing earphones. We listen to music to help us workout, it's motivation. Maybe if you were paying attention instead of doing something on your phone I can guarantee is not important, you would have saw me. You're the one in here with the heels and the tight spandex on sweetheart. Obviously you're at the wrong place."

Her phone buzzed in her hand indicating a text must have finally downloaded from earlier. She wanted to set him straight and let him know she was here to apply for a job, but it was none of his business. Instead she cut her eyes at him, glancing at his whole Under Amor workout gear.

"Don't worry about why I'm here, just keep lifting your little weak ass five pound weights. And take a shower when you're done."

Brandon smiled, watching her ass as she walked off. "Good day to you too ma'am..." he mumbled, with the shake of his head as he headed over to the weight benches.

*****

BRANDON HEARD A KNOCK ON his office door which made him look up from his computer screen. He had hundred of emails to write and although he would make his secretary do them, he was writing to some very powerful people and didn't want anything to be messed up.

"Come in!" He called.

Janice stepped in dressed in an electric blue skirt suit with thick black stockings. Her brown hair was straight down, falling around her waist. Her name tag over the left breast pocket of her suit. "Sir, Mr. Young is downstairs. He says he needs to speak with you now."

"What? Now?" Brandon asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "Does he have an appointment today? I don't remember him scheduling."

"He doesn't, but—"

"Okay, then send him away." Brandon shrugged resuming his typing. He didn't really care for Mr. Young. Although both were businessmen, he acted like appointments didn't apply to him. Because he would never be able to walk into Mr. Young's building demanding to see him without having had scheduled a meeting.

Brandon was thirty, a CEO of a lotion company called Melt. Melt was a company that made shower gels, perfumes and a bunch of other hygiene products but were mostly known for their lotions. Brandon didn't run a billion dollar franchise, but he was worth $40 million. He was trying to get bigger business deals too so his franchise could grow. He wanted to be on a Johnson & Johnson level one day.

"Sir but mister Young is a very prominent business man. Are you sure you want to upset him?" Janice asked.

Brandon leaned back in his seat as if he thought about it. It was one of the main reasons people liked him in general. He respected everyone's opinion not caring if they were on his level or not. Janice has been with his company for five years so he valued her say-so as a friend more than as a worker. Brandon sighed, "You're right, send him in."

Janice nodded and walked out. Brandon leaned back in his seat and let his mind drift off. He began to think about that girl at the gym. That girl he bumped into. He wondered if she came there a lot. He liked her a little and he knew exactly why. She was normal. He dated a lot of people who've been on reality TV, girls who were plastic surgery Barbie dolls and the whole nine. The last time he had been with a normal woman was probably in high school. He missed that. He thought about going to the gym again sometime this week just to see if she'd be there.

The door opened and Mr. Young stepped in. He had a big frown on his face as usual. But his company was great at promoting products for others. That's why they connected on a business level. Mr. Young took a seat and Brandon leaned forward making them shake hands.