Six.

"Mr. Delano, I'm glad you could take time out of your…many obligations to meet with me." Richmond smiled. Flat and mockingly. Delano glanced at me, an accusing glint to the look, I smiled. He glanced back at Richmond and smiled in what was supposed to be a charming grin, but looked more like a snake trying to open its mouth wide enough to fit its prey.

"Mr. Richmond. I uh, gathered that this meeting may be about my team's last presentation." He scoffed dismissively. "I know it was... Horrible, to put it nicely, but I know you and I can both agree that my team was incompetent." Richmond made a non committal sound. Delano grinned again. "Lazy people, all of them under-skilled and in need of experience. Most lacked proper training."

Richmond leaned back in his seat, twirling a pen with his fingers. "Interesting. Especially since…you were the one in charge of training our new interns this time around."He spoke thoughtfully. Delano went pale, and I fought a grin. Richmond sat forward and leaned on his forearms. "Maybe, next time. I'll give you a more experienced team."

Delano nodded, laughing shakily, looking relieved. I glanced at Richmond, the suck bastard was enjoying himself. "That would be great sir! We'd get the work done twice as fast and ten times better, I assure you." Richmond nodded, leaning back in his seat again, still twirling the pen.

"I think the first person I'd put on your new team would be Patricia, from claims." Richmond says absently, looking truly thoughtful. Delano froze, his eyes going as wide as saucers.

"W-What?"

Richmond continued, his voice filled with false wonder. "Of course, I also think Tracy, would make a great addition to your team." Mr. Delano looked visibly ill, his jaw dropped.

"Sir, I don't think Tracy is qualified for that position—" Richmond cut him off.

"No of course she is–she is very qualified." He tilted his head. "I don't think you need any training to be qualified for unemployment." He added passively, nodding to himself. Mr. Delano, now looked as white as a ghost.

"P-Pardon?" He asked, and Richmond dropped his smile, glaring. Though, I don't think I could call that glaring. Richmond's stare was just really intense. His stare would no doubt make an ocean freeze over.

"You're fired." He sighed. "Company belongings should be returned before you leave and your office should be cleaned out by Monday. Your replacement should be in by then." He said, looking bored.

Delano looked like he was about to argue or cry or faint–I couldn't choose. He stood up, his face looking as red as a tomato. "With all do respect, sir I would like to remind you that it isn't within your right, to fire anyone." He said through clenched teeth, all the when glaringly hatefully at Richmond.

Then, Richmond smiled, for real this time. A cheery, happy filled, bright and stunning smile. "Oh, Mr. Delano I think you'll find that it's within my every right to fire you." He chuckled, patting Delano on his pudgy chest. "But that was a good joke. Now there's no way you can say you and I didn't have a good laugh together." He glanced at me, before glancing back at Delano.

Said man was fuming, his hands clenched into fists, his face impossibly red. Richmond raised a brow challengingly, and Delano sighed, he shook his head, gathering his papers and files on the desk. He glanced at the glass of water on the table. Then it seemed like everything moved in slow motion. I could see him connect the dots then, the water was already drenching Richmond's shirt before I could even get out of my chair.

I gaped, but Richmond remained calm and as chill as a statue, as water dripped down his face to his neck and onto his shirt. "Please get out, Mr. Delano." He demanded, somehow managing to make his voice pleasant, despite the sour look on his face. Delano scoffed and stalked out of the room, banging the glass door closed.

I shifted on my feet as Richmond dried his face with a handkerchief. He stood, taking out his flask and gulping down whatever was in it. "That went well."

I scoffed. "About as well as dealing with a hyena." I narrowed my eyes on him. "You're drenched." I point out. He looks at the large wet stain at the front of his tight dress shirt. Richmond was so well muscled, even at his age, that most of his shirts seemed to stretch over the large expanse of his chest. The white shirt was now see-through and I could make out a slight dark shade of his nipple. I gulped and tore my gaze back up to his face.

He shrugged. "I expected him to bash the windows with a chair." He shook his head dismissively, walking to the door and opening it. "That slimy pig has been mooching off of this company's generosity for years now." He said as he held the door open. He always did that. It wasn't a special thing he did just for me, it was just an act of text book politeness. He did that for everyone, even people he'd just fired the minute before.

I ducked past him into the hall, clutching my ipad to my chest. He fell into step beside me, leading the way to the private elevator. "Do I have anything else planned?" He questioned, pressing the button. This elevator was only accessible to the COO and the CEO of the building, and me being Richmond's assistant gave me the perks of using it, which I greatly appreciated. This place had too many damned employees, being in the communal elevator was like being trapped in a clown car.

I looked down at my ipad and tapped his diary, checking his schedule. I nodded. "You have one last meeting with Mr. Flint and then you're free for the day." The elevator opened and he let me go first. When the door closed in front of us, he sighed, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie, an act that shouldn't have looked as attractive as it did. I looked away, rolling my eyes. Richmond was too handsome for his own good.

He leaned against the wall, for a second looking haggard, and my chest filled with some sympathy for him. Richmond worked a lot, too much actually. I'm positive there are nights when he sleeps at the office. He tries to hide it, but I can identify any one of his spare shits with my eyes closed. The man was a bloody workaholic.

"Look on the bright side. Mr. Flint is a far better than any of the others. Plus he talks less." Mr. Flint was a board member, I wasn't sure what the topic of their meeting was, but it couldn't be that bad. Mr. Flint was tolerable at best, he wasn't that much trouble.

Richmond sighed. "Right. You talk so much, you could rival him." All sympathy I had for him left me immediately. I scowled at him.

"You'd rather me talking to their scrutiny."

He snorts, just as the elevator doors open on our floor. He gestures for me to go first. "Sadly, that's true." He agrees, as I'm walking past.

I stop and whirl around. He takes a step back. "Did–did you just agree with me?" I ask, not able to stop the grin that spread over my face.

He rolled his eyes. "I was being sarcastic."

I laughed. "Semantics! You just agreed with me!" I paused, staring up at him, he looked down at me like I was the craziest person he'd ever met. "I have to document this. August 15th, 2022. The day Clark Richmond actually agreed with me over something!"

Richmond snorted, stepping away from the elevator and walking into the office, I followed after him, closing the door behind me. Richmond walked over the closet at the back of the room and pulled it open. I set my ipad down and dropped into my chair.

After lunch, we'd ran straight to the second conference room for the meeting with Delano. I didn't have enough time to let my stomach settle after eating so much and now I was paying the price.

"Where the fuck are my suits?" I made sure he could hear the deep sigh that left my mouth and stood up, walking over to him. I motioned him to move aside and looked in the closet.

There were plenty of outfits for a just in case situation. Just in case he had a semi formal dinner, or a meeting at the golf club(I wonder how many times that has actually happened) I reached at the back of the closet and pulled out a black suit jacket, with a matching tie and a white dress shirt, that looked very similar to the color of pants he wore now.

Triumphantly, I turned around, only to swallow my tongue when I laid eyes on Richmond.

He was shirtless. Completely shirtless. His whole chest was on display, the rippling muscles and ridges that looked good enough to bite, the prominent v, sprinkled with a light dusting of dark hair leading into his pants. His pecs were huge, bigger than my whole thigh perhaps, his nipples fat, dark and supple. I shuddered, thinking about how it would feel to lick and suck the dark nubs into my mouth. I shook my head, averting my eyes before he noticed my creepy staring.

It was one thing to acknowledge your boss's good looks. It was another thing entirely to think something dirty about him…

I handed him the shirt. "Here." I hoped to God that he didn't notice the slight tremble in my voice. He took the shirt and didn't comment on anything, when he buttoned up the shirt, he took the jacket. I held his tie as he fixed his clothes.

A knock came from the door, then. Richmond grumbled for the person to come in. The pushed open and Bradley and Brandon burst through. Both tall and buff and equally hot. I groaned inwardly. Why in the world did my bosses have to be so hot? I couldn't 've gotten a middle aged wrinkled, pudgy man for a boss?

The both grinned–well, Bradley grinned enough for the both of them. His cheery smile spread his tan cheeks wide enough to reveal pearly white teeth. Brandon stood beside his brother, every bit of him still as intimidating as he'd been the first time.

"Good afternoon you two." Bradley greeted. Richmond made a noncommittal sound and I shook my head.

"Good afternoon, sirs." I greeted. "Is there anything we can do for you?" I asked, since I was sure Richmond wasn't going to.

Brandon nodded. "Yes, can we talk to you?" He said, his blue eyes gazing at me. I blinked in surprise.

"Me?" I squeaked. Bradley nodded. Richmond stopped fiddling with his belt and looked up, raising a brow. I cleared my throat before speaking. "Wh--what can I do for you?"

"We just need a minute of your time." They said in unison and Richmond groaned, looking annoyed.

"I thought I told the two of you to never do that again in front of me." He complained, snatching his tie from my hand.

Bradley scratched the back of his head sheepishly, and Brandon shrugged. "Sorry." They said again. Richmond glared at them.

Bradley cleared his throat. "We'll try not to do it again. Sorry Clark." Then he looked at me. "Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"Can we talk to you?" I blinked owlishly, then nodded. He grinned and gestured for the door. I glanced back at Richmond, he was already digging into his pack of cigarettes. I turned and followed the twins out into the hallway.

Brandon led us down the short hallway into their office. The room was twice as big as Richmond's office, with two large wooden desks set side by side in the middle of the room. There was a large leather couch,p similar to the one Richmond had, pushed against the tall, floor to ceiling windows, and a door at the end of the room that led to who knows where.

Other than a few sprinkled items for decoration, there weren't any personal items that let you see into the twins personality. Well, except their desks. I could clearly tell apart whose desk was who's.

The one on the left was messy, papers piled haphazardly all over, you could hardly see the shiny wood of the desk, there was a stray cup of coffee next to the answering machine. That one must surely belong to Bradley. The one on the right however, was neat and tidy, the piles of papers all stacked under paper weights. This one should be for Brandon, the man looked like he couldn't stand being in a mess.

Bradley closed the door as Brandon gestured for me to take a seat on the couch. I smiled politely as I took a seat. What could they possibly want to speak to me about? I was Richmond's assistant, I answered to him, if he wanted to fire me, he could without bothering to inform the two of them.

The twins and I have had very limited interactions in the past two months. They've been relatively kind though, and I haven't gotten the feeling that they'd have a problem with me. Richmond said they were nice, if only a bit self centered, but nice.

I'd found that hard to believe since Bradley was the reason I got fired from my last job. They've been really nice to me though, of only a bit stern to employees, but they were honestly a bit detached from everything that involved the company, so much so, that it seemed like Richmond ran the company sometimes, he was at every meeting and attended every presentation, he handled all the problems the employees had, while I'd only seen Bradley and Brandon attend a few meetings in the last two months. I could count on one hand the number of times they've actually shown up to work. So sometimes, I doubted wether Richmond was right about them being nice, but I could agree that they were a bit self centered.

The twins stood side by side in front of me. Brandon looked bored, like usual, and Bradley had that superior smile plastered onto his perfect face. I wrung my hands together, my nerves building. Clearing my throat, I sat up straighter. "U-umm ... What am I here for…exactly?" I asked, my gaze alternating between the two of them.

Bradley's smile faltered a bit, and he glanced at his brother then back at me. He took a step towards me, his hands clasped together. "Well, you see, Sam. Brandon and I have been watching you for a while now and we–"

" —Am I getting fired?" I cut him off, and Bradley shook his head.

"Absolutely not." They both said and Brandon sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"See, Sam" he walked closer and stood shoulder to shoulder with his brother. "What my brother was trying to say is that, we've taken an interest in you." He explained, and I frowned.

Bradley rolled his eyes. "Like that was any better." He told his brother, Brandon shrugged.

"I don't understand." I said. Bradley sighed.

"This shouldn't be this hard." He muttered. "Sam, Brandon and I are both seriously attracted to you."