Redmption 117


    Nevertheless, Brandon was still very nice to me. Besides, with his righteous, soldierly character, he


    wouldn’t treat Kara differently.


    I was lost in thought and only went to Brandon’s room after 20 minutes. He wanted me to go over in


    ten minutes–probably because he wanted to wash up and change.


    I


    As I expected, Brandon’s hair was still wet when he opened the door. He wore loose clothes and


    hotel slippers.


    “Come in,” he said curtly.


    I noticed that hisptop was turned on. I walked over and asked directly,” What’s the new issue?”


    I ced it in the Word document on my desktop. Open it up and read it for yourself.” As he spoke,


    the water in the kettle just started to boil.


    I sat down and looked at his desktop. With his personality, I assumed that his desktop would be


    neat, but I was wrong. His desktop was cluttered with


    with different files.


    It was probably a good thing that I didn’t have OCD or I would faint. With all these files, I asked,


    “You have so many files on your desktop. Which one is it?”


    Brandon said, “The one named YLC.”


    I looked through his desktop, staring at the screen. Perhaps I watched too many episodes of the


    series, so my eyes were tired, but I couldn’t find the document after looking all over.


    “I can’t find it, Brandon.” I turned to look at him.


    He was making honey lemon tea. I could smell its fragrance.


    “Let me see.” He was about to walk over when his phone rang. He looked at the screen before


    saying, “Wait.”


    Then, I would try to find it again. I stared at the screen to locate the document while listening to his


    phone call.


    The caller said they didn’t know, and Brandon said, “We signed an agreement. I


    won’t ept any changes orpensation. Yes. This is not negotiable.”


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    His call ended very quickly, and I didn’t even have time to finish looking at all the files on his


    desktop. Actually, the issue wasn’t with the number of files, but the file he wanted was titled what


    seemed to be a bunch of random letters.


    Brandon brought the tea over and ced the cup beside my hand. “For you.”


    “Thanks.” As soon as I said it, I felt my back tense up.


    Brandon’s arm reached over my shoulder to point at one of the files on the screen, but this made


    him seem like he was half–hugging me.


    “It’s here.”


    His voice was low and gravelly. He was also very close to me. I could almost feel his chin above my


    forehead. If I so much as twitched, we would be touching.


    The worst thing was his scent. He smelled like soap and shampoo, which was very refreshing and


    alluring.


    All of a sudden, I felt my body warm up, and blood rushed to my cheeks. I also felt frozen in ce.


    My limbs were numb, and my mind went nk.


    Seeing that I wasn’t moving, Brandon said, “Open it up. Let me exin it to you.”


    I moved the mouse to open the document, but suddenly, I couldn’t find the file he had just pointed


    out.


    “This one.” His handnded on mine, and he moved the cursor to the file. He then clicked on my


    finger twice to open the file.


    The file opened up, but the words were blurry to me. I felt as if Brandon just muted all my senses,


    and I couldn’t even hear what he was saying.


    That was, until he asked me, “Do you understand?”


    “No.” I tilted my body away from him. “Mr. Howell, you’re too close to me.”