Becoming Tyler Kramer: The Hidden Billionaire Boss’ Revenge

Chapter 2

Tyler turned a confused expression to Ashley Belarnt, his supervisor’s boss. The young lady flushed lightly, adjusting her weight against the desk as she wrapped slender arms around herself.

Tyler almost closed his eyes.

“I…I should get back…to Raymond, if…if…there’s nothing else,” he stammered again, but he did not move. Instead, he leaned back in the chair, as if afraid she would touch him.

Ashley sighed heavily, shaking her head slowly as she shifted her gaze from Tyler, her cheeks reddening.

“Raymond’s on assignment. I need you to report to me for the rest of the week,” she said gently, almost apologetically.

“Wha–” Tyler stuttered, but was interrupted.

“There’s no need to disturb yourself with direct reporting, Ashley! We can take the information for you,” Adrian, the blonde assistant called out, a bit too loudly.

Finally speaking as he tore his eyes from the bespectacled man whose physique looked like it belonged to an athlete or even a soldier, someone who worked with their body to hone it into a machine.

“He’s right, Ash,” Brandon, the dark-haired one, concurred, also too loudly as he eyed the tanned fellow who often hooded his eyes, wore horn-rimmed glasses when a simple operation could have solved whatever vision issues he had, slouched when he stood or sat, but somehow, managed to move like a tiger.

Both younger men were also red-faced at this point, but for a far different reason than their boss.

Tyler stared at his knees, shoulders hunched, face pale.

The three people in Ashley’s office were all younger than Tyler.

At twenty-eight, Tyler was one of the older people on Ashley’s floor, where most staff were twenty-five or under.

The young heiress had taken up her role at the age of twenty and had wanted people she could ‘relate’ to.

She had been working hard for four years, and her staff had grown with her.

Lord Belarnt, however, had ensured that a few older, more experienced people were on hand to help them keep things on track.

People like Tyler.

“Come on, Adrian, Brandon, there’s no need for all that,” Ashley chided her assistants, turning a soft, yet stern gaze to them.

“We’re all like family here. You’re making Tyler nervous!” she admonished them, her anti-clockwise stare causing her skirt to draw up higher on her left thigh.

Tyler held his breath.

Ashley exhaled again and stood. She stepped to Tyler’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder. Tyler could hear the grating of Adrian’s and Brandon’s teeth.

Now, he closed his eyes.

Babies!

She’s your boss, not your fucking girlfriend!

What’s all the attitude for?

Stupid brats!

He inhaled a flowery, musky perfume and knew Ashley was taking advantage of Tyler Varsen again.

Her fingers were on his shirt buttons – under his tie – her shoulder was at his cheek, her breast was almost grazing his chin.

Tyler Varsen jolted lightly and turned his pale face away, not too much, otherwise, he would graze her, which was what she wanted, but Tyler Esteil was not ready to leave Raymond. Not yet.

He needed the diligent supervisor of mining explorations to keep pushing Tyler Varsen to do work the supervisor found too laborious.

Work Varsen sometimes suggested himself, allowing the young Raymond to run around as he pleased on his personal pursuits.

“You don’t need to worry, I’m confident in your abilities. Raymond needs to do some work himself, or you’ll never get any rest,” she murmured, her voice too husky for the environment.

Esteil wanted to stand. Varsen sank lower into his chair, struggling to remain upright, to not fold into himself.

“Ashley!” a deep voice rumbled, the annoyance of the owner clear.

The heiress jumped, her hand dropping off Tyler’s broad chest.

She straightened her skirt, rubbing her palms on the front, exactly how Varsen had done on his trousers not five minutes earlier.

Esteil exhaled mentally.

Varsen was frozen in place.

“Dad!” Ashley called out nervously, “When did you get here?”

“You! Out!” Lord Belarnt, the second wealthiest man in Ashrone, bellowed.

Varsen did not try to confirm who Lord Belarnt was speaking to.

He rose quickly, and, without glancing up, slid out of Ashley Belarnt’s office as her father shot very choice words at his second daughter and heir, as she hung her head, biting her lower lip, while her hooded eyes followed the wide back and strong arms of the private and sensitive Tyler Varsen.

Adrian’s and Brandon’s eyes followed as well. They had been there the first day the slightly distracted, soft spoken, inspector who was built like a sleek jungle cat with pumped up muscles, had walked into this very office to give a report.

And every day after when the quiet, careful mine inspector had come in more frequently and stayed longer, until the day he walked in and left with a promotion letter and a reassignment notice.

They were nervous, but for a very different reason.

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Tyler headed back down to this office.

“Hey, Raymond! How are you?!” he called out cheerfully as he answered his desk phone, reading the caller ID.

“Tyler! Where the fuck have you been?!” Raymond, his supervisor, shot back at him.

“I went to Brighton…I told you about it. You said I should take the –”

“I know what I said Ty! But you stayed too long! Why didn’t you call me or something?” Raymond demanded.

Tyler rolled his eyes as he gazed out of the 37^th floor of the Belarnt skyscraper, one of the most beloved, iconic landmarks in Salvena City.

It was a cloudy day, and there was dense fog in the city. ‘Fog,’ but it had nothing to do with the weather.

It was the mines. The gems were reacting to the exposure from the atmosphere.

It happened occasionally, but never with any rhyme or reason.

Some said it was nitrates in the air, others said it was oxygen.

The health inspectors were on the job. They would clear it within the hour.

Tyler stared, mesmerized by the power of the gems beneath the city.

He could feel them, pulsing in his veins, even right now, from the 37^th floor of the 55-floor skyscraper.

Some days, it gave him headaches; other days, it soothed him, helped him remember why he loved being alive.