What about New York?

Chapter 3

His low chuckle filled the room as he turned around to face me. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, he rubbed his chin as he walked towards his desk. "Are you a stalker?"

"Excuse me?"

His face got serious. "You're pregnant. "

"You are one dumb man,  that's not how it works and I promise I would kill myself first before having your kids. "

I sat back down in the chair and crossed my legs as a smirk played on his lips.  He stood up and shrugged out of his jacket.  I watched him as he walked around the desk rolling up his sleeves.  He came to a halt in front of me,  he bent down placing his hands on either side of the chair. 

He leaded down so our faces were inches apart.  "I get it, you came back for more. "

I looked up from his lips and scoffed.  "Please. "

"Is this you begging for more?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "You wish."

He sat there staring at me for a second before moving away and sitting on the edge of his desk. "Then what are you doing here?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed. "I'm here for my internship."

His eyes went wide before he leaned back and snatched a file off of his desk. He opened it and looked up from it before looking back down. He did this a few times as he muttered inaudible slurs.

"I'll be damned." He shut the file and looked at me. "Natalie Jackson."

"Mhm."

He sighed and rubbed his temple. "Alright then, let's get started then." He stood up and went back around his desk.

I snorted causing him to looked at me. "Thats it?"

"What?"

"You find out Im an intern and you just now decide maybe you shouldn't make inappropriate comments?"

It was his turn to roll his eyes.

"You're not an intern, you're my intern. There's a huge difference on what I can say to you." He snorted.

"Hm, how sweet."

He didn't respond back, all he did was type away on his computer. He turned and looked at me after awhile. "What exactly do you know about Howards and Jacobson?"

I leaned forward and made sure my back was straight. "The company was established in 1977 by Bill Howards and Jack Jacobson, two college friends who decided to both take the bar as a joke and somehow ended up passing and now are two of the most important men in the city of New York City."

He went to open his mouth but I cut him off. "Ironically enough, only on of them practices law right now while the other one is more of a technician, one of the best technicians I've heard." I shrugged as he sat back in his chair.

"Pretty impressive."

"I try to know everyone I'm around."

He nodded as he leaned forward. "What do you know about me?"

I snorted. "I know you're a cocky little shi-"

"Related to the job Miss. Jackson."

"You are Graham Fitzgerald, you first started when you turned 18 as an intern. Somehow someway you worked your way up to be the Head of the Advising Department by the age of 21. From there you worked even harder to also become the Head of the Technical Department which means you just turned 26."

"Again impres-"

"I wasn't done," I grinned. "You are so good at your job that Howards and Jacobson find you very valuable therefore you hold lots of power over this," I waved my hand in from of me. "Half of the office."

"So what I hear you saying is that I'm a real catch?"

The smile playing on his lips was annoying. "What I'm saying is that you are so annoying because you have so much power."

"Ouch, I think that kinda hurt me."

"It was suppose to."

His eyes were lingering on me, in places the shouldn't be. I sighed as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you going to show me what to do or not."

He stood up and walked towards me again. When he was towering over me he flicked his wrist. "Get up."

I scoffed but got up anyways. He took me to the smaller desk and sat on the corner of it. "This Miss Jackson will be your work station, when you come in you will clock in here and clock out here. For today I will clock you in."

He pushed off the desk and walked back to his. I turned to look at him. "Why can't I clock myself in?"

"Because that computer is messed up and quite frankly the only one who could fix it is me."

I started laughing. "So you want me to do work on a broken computer?"

For the first time in forever he looked serious. "No, I want you to fix it."

"Excuse me?"

"Your professor that wrote your recommendation states you're the best of the best. I want to see it for myself."

Professor Goodman, of course that old bat would say I'm the best of the best. I mean I was her favortie after all. I just looked away from him and slid off my jacket.

"I'd prefer you to leave your clothes on," I could hear the smirk in his voice. "At least this time."

I just ignored him. I rolled up my sleeves and scanned the room, after a few minutes I found his utility bag. I walked over and snatched it off the shelf causing him to look at me.

I could feel his eyes on me as I kicked off my heels. I sat the bag on the desk and pulled out the laptop inside and everything else I would need. It wasn't too hard to figure out his password was Grahams.the.best. what an idiot.

I tried logging into the computer on the desk but nothing happened. Great this was going to take a few minutes. I say that because I knew exactly what the problem was, we ran through a problem like this in class and then I had the same issue with my mother's computer.

The only thing is this one was way newer and had a few different changes than the other two. After roughly 30 minutes I fixed it. The sound of the computer coming on had Graham over by my side in seconds.

"You fixed it."

"Yep."

"In less than an hour."

"Yep."

"Did you make sure to-"

"Yes."

I could feel him eyeballing me as I put all of his stuff back in the bag. I turned around and handed it to him. "Next."