“Sir, are you sure about this? I don’t think…” Andrew was immediately cut off. A voice boomed across from him. “We’ve talked about this – repeatedly I might add. I know what I’m doing. The staff on the ‘ground floor’ have never seen me so…so I’ll be alright. Andrew I swear, you worry too much dude.”
Andrew’s eyes widened, he still can’t quite get used to his boss’ casual demeanor . Well, technically his boss. He shook his head and went in for the kill to try to persuade the young millionaire that he is going down a very wrong path.
“Sir, what happens when she finds out who you really are?” Johan finally spun around from packing his gym bag. He gently stepped into Andrew’s space with a smirk painted across his lips.
“Will you cut out the “Sir-bit”. It’s Johan.” He paused. “But ah, Joe…Joe in front of my ‘co-workers'” A full smile formed on his face. He spun around and returned his undivided attention to his gym bag .
Behind him, Andrew forced his lips together. Tight. He is making a huge fool of himself and I will have to clean up all the mess. “Ahem. Sir…I mean Jo…Jo-han all I’m saying is pretending is never good…”
Johan was all set. He strapped the bag across his chest, stepped up to Andrew and gave him two soft taps on his left shoulder then looked up at his towering assistant. “You worry way too much Andy. I got this.” Johan took two steps toward the door, then pivoted toward Andrew again. “It will be all good man. Trust me. You’ll see. Now I have a company ball game to pitch in.” Johan winked and shot out the door like lighting.
To Be Continued…
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