Secretary Andrew Feels Something

Andrew and Sir Allen side-by-side as they strolled along Sir Allen's lawn.

"You got a pretty big scolding, huh."

Sir Allen rolled his eyes. "They were exaggerating. It was all misunderstanding in the end. Plus, one record is not going to destroy my future. I am the youngest Vice President in the company! And that's saying something."

All throughout Sir Allen's spiel, he was smiling. And Andrew reflected a smile of his own. "Well, you know how parents get. You also got a scolded, are you alright?"

"Of course, I'm alright. Words like that won't cut me." Andrew snorted. "I work for you after all." It was a mild scolding. Andrew would give it a six out of ten. But it had been fun. Being in a sort-of family. Like he was in a sitcom.

Sir Allen responded with a side-long glance. "We accomplished something huge today. Mom and dad have finally—as you would say it: popped off—now we are one step closer to our goal."

Andrew wasn't completely sure, but. If Sir Allen would confess that he will reject the CEO position and chase his dreams. Auntie and Uncle would let him. Because, even though it's late and they were misunderstood, they both want what's best for Allen and Luiz.

"It is pretty bomb that I got mistaken for a minor."

"Maybe it's because you're cute," said Sir Allen, absent-mindedly.

Andrew scratched his nose. Shit. Were they having a moment?

They reached the gate. There was already a cab waiting outside. They bid their goodbyes and Andrew poured himself into the cab's backseat. He turned and they caught each other's eye. The corner of Sir Allen's lip curled. He waved goodbye while he slid his hand in his pockets and leaned on the gate.

They didn't tear their sights away from each other until the cab had turned in a corner. Andrew swore he left a packet of marijuana that he swiped from the evidence room in Sir Allen's jeans. He stared and stared but couldn't remember. But never mind.