Chapter 472 Bianca's Smile is Very Dangerous
The Mitchell Group Office Building.
Brandon lounged casually on the edge of a female employee's desk in the PR department, one leg crossed over the other. His handsome, almost devilish face wore a charming smile as he looked at her. The woman, with her alluring features and meticulously applied makeup, wore a professional skirt suit. Her white blouse was unbuttoned just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse when she leaned forward.
Brandon leaned in slightly, one hand resting on the back of her chair. "Hey, gorgeous. Got any plans tonight?"
The women in the PR department were well-versed in social interactions and knew Brandon's type all too well. He was a notorious flirt, but his looks and hidden wealth made him irresistible. Even knowing he was just playing around, women still flocked to him.
The female employee's glossy red lips curved into a seductive smile, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. "No plans, Mr. Hernandez."
Her soft, sweet voice was like a siren's call, making Brandon lean in even closer. "Since you're free, how about dinner? I found a great restaurant that matches your elegance."
As he spoke, his fingers lightly traced her back, brushing against the clasp of her bra. The touch sent a shiver through her, her face flushing with anticipation. Dinner with Brandon was a coveted opportunity, and who knew what it might lead to?
She giggled, playfully swatting his hand. "You're such a smooth talker."
Brandon brought his lips close to her face, inhaling her perfume. "You smell amazing. What is it?"
"Chanel, Chance," she replied, her voice dripping with flirtation as she leaned in, their lips almost touching.
Brandon tapped her nose with a finger. "Chance... how fitting. See you tonight."
Bianca stood outside the office, arms crossed, having witnessed the entire exchange. She remained silent, her face expressionless, but inside, she was cursing Brandon from head to toe. She also made a mental note of all the women Brandon had flirted with, planning to deal with them later.
"Mr. Hernandez."
Bianca's voice was cold and authoritative, cutting through the air like a knife. Brandon slowly stood up, slipping his hand into his pocket as he turned to face her. "Ms. Gomez, what brings you here?"
The female employee quickly stood up. "Ms. Gomez."
Bianca pointed to the chair, indicating she should sit back down, her eyes never leaving Brandon. "Of course, I have business. Didn't you notice the stench of sleaze in the air?"
Brandon chuckled. "Ms. Gomez, people say you're all work and no play, but I think you have a sense of humor."
"You're mistaken. I am all work and no play," Bianca replied, checking her watch. "It's five o'clock, half an hour until the end of the workday. Mr. Hernandez, I need your help with something. Are you willing?"
Brandon's smile was roguish. "Of course, anything for a beautiful lady."
"Good. Follow me."
Brandon threw a wink at the female employee. "See you tonight, gorgeous."
"Where are we going?" Brandon asked as they walked.
Bianca's heels clicked sharply on the floor, her pace brisk. Brandon had to hurry to keep up. "Rumor has it you're a genius at managing companies. The Mitchell Group won't waste such talent. We need you to do more."
Brandon's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Ms. Gomez, that doesn't sound like a compliment."
Bianca placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing him aside with surprising strength. "You're right. It's not."
"Seriously? Can't you at least ask nicely if you want my help? You sound like you're robbing me!"
Bianca opened a door to a dusty room. "Sorry, Mr. Hernandez. Sweet-talking isn't my thing. But I promise you'll be satisfied with the results."
She gestured for him to enter. "Mr. Hernandez, please."
Brandon coughed as dust filled the air. "What the hell is this place? Are you trying to kill me?"
Bianca opened a window, letting in fresh air. "Maybe. So be careful not to get haunted by any ghosts while you work."
"You mean this is the help you need?"
Bianca tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her face almost mocking. "Mr. Hernandez, this is the archive room. Your task is simple: sort through the files and input them into the computer."
"You've got to be kidding! There's so much here, I'll die."
"Not all of it. Just the last three years. I'm sure someone of your talents can handle it. And remember to organize them alphabetically."
Brandon felt like he was going crazy. "Ms. Gomez, this is a job for the archive staff. I'm supposed to manage the marketing and finance departments!"
Bianca smiled lightly. "We're short-staffed. Sorry for the inconvenience."
She turned to leave. "By the way, Mr. Hernandez, this company belongs to Brooklyn. If things go wrong and Brooklyn mentions something to Mr. Kingsley, I can't guarantee you'll still be here to argue with me."
"Seriously, Bianca, are you even human?"
But Bianca was already striding away in her high heels.
Brandon rubbed his forehead. "What a mess."
Bianca walked through the PR department, stopping by the female employee's desk. "Ms. Fairfax, your job is external PR, not seducing your boss. This is your first warning. If I hear anything else, you'll be receiving a termination letter."
The woman paled, stammering, "Ms. Gomez, it was Mr. Hernandez who approached me."
"It takes two to tango, Ms. Fairfax. You know what you were doing."
"I... I won't do it again."
"See that you don't."
Bianca's stern warning had the desired effect, quelling any further attempts to flirt with Brandon. No one wanted to risk their job.
Back in her office, Bianca lost track of time, working late into the evening. A stiff neck finally pulled her from her work. She glanced at the clock, realizing it was two hours past quitting time. She reached for her coffee, then remembered Brandon.
He was probably long gone, she thought, relaxing for a moment. But then her MSN pinged with a message from an unknown sender.
"Hey, beautiful, wanna chat?"
Bianca frowned and closed the window. "Annoying."
Another message popped up. "Hungry?"
Irritated, Bianca tracked the IP address. It was familiar—someone in the building. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Fast, aren't you?"
"Guess who I am."
Brandon, lounging in the archive room, was impressed by Bianca's quick response. "Didn't see that coming."
Bianca stormed into the room. "Mr. Hernandez, you seem to be handling this task well. Great job."
Brandon grinned. "You're not bad yourself, Ms. Gomez. Didn't know you had IT skills. Were you a hacker?"
Bianca scoffed. "I'm just someone who dislikes certain behaviors."
Brandon snapped his fingers. "We're alike then. How about dinner? My treat."
"Just me?"
"Of course."
"And the woman downstairs?"
Brandon laughed. "Didn't you handle that? What do you like to eat?"
Bianca's eyes were cold. "No need, Mr. Hernandez. Focus on the people you've already charmed."
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