The rest of my life? Fuck that.
THREE
TYLER
Helen, Simone, Amanda and Molly all grinned at him. They were his new team. Tyler dreaded remembering their names. A skill he hadn’t been blessed with.
They had seemed very friendly. Simone instantly dragged him over to a desk next to her. She was the international procurement manager.
“I prowl the internet hunting for new things,” she told him with an air of mystery.
“Maybe we should have a weekly meeting,” Tyler replied. “You can show me the contraptions from overseas.”
Simone laughed. A deep guttural rumble that was quite disconcerting. Amanda sighed and glared at her screen.
He appeared to have made a friend and an enemy in one go.
Nice work.
“Don’t mind her,” Simone whispered, not very quietly. “Amanda is a closed book.”
In her forties with a severe red bob and grey dress, Amanda couldn’t have been more of a contrast to Simone, who had wild curls piled on her head and dressed effortlessly chicly in a floral blouse and jeans. Tyler found himself a little bit in love.
A handsome man came over. In all the commotion, Tylerhadn’t even had the chance to check out the talent at Pleasure Seekers. If this guy was anything to go by, things were looking good.
“Prin,” Simone said. “You’ve brought the ball to chain poor Tyler to.”
Prin held up a laptop. “I’m afraid so.”
He perched on the desk next to Tyler.
“All I need from you is a password. Then it’ll take me about half an hour to load everything up.”
He motioned to the laptop. Tyler had always been rubbish at coming up with passwords. He excelled, however, at forgetting them.
Feeling the pressure, he quickly typedDildo69
Prin stared at him.
Oh God, did he work that out?
Thankfully, the moment passed and Prin took control of the laptop.
“Half an hour,” he said.
Tyler frowned. He had planned to scour the company intranet for interesting information. He glanced at his new team. They were all focused on their screens. A good thing except it left him like a spare part.
It wouldn’t be on very good form to disturb any of them. He thought about using his phone but worried he might appear as though he was on socials.
Perhaps a long trip to the loo is in order.
“Tyler,” Christine said.
He leapt up. “Yes.”
“They’re doing a lube testing in Meeting Room 1 in ten minutes.”
Unease swept over Tyler. “A…”
