Liar

7

Normally, I can leave Caswell's offices with plenty of time to get home, get ready and meet the girls back in town. But with the accountancy firm going under, I knew it was going to be a long afternoon of researching places to move to. I could suggest us honestly. But I didn't want to intertwine both jobs and everything. It would essentially make Mark my boss and a client and I'd be working for him in 2 ways. I honestly didn't think it was a smart idea and I'd be saying that if he brought it up too. That did mean handing this big sale off to a competitor though which kind of sucked. Dad would use it as an excuse to get me to quit here and I'd rather not.

Changing in the bathroom stall and touching up my makeup in the mirror was verging on hilarious. Even more so when Ellen came in, laughing at me as I sat on the counter, applying mascara with an open mouth.

"Well, you're a sight."

"I don't have time to make the hour drive home, so welcome to my makeshift dressing room." She laughed, still stood with the door open.

"I like your dress."

"Thank you. I'm putting my black leather kind of style blazer on too. It's just in the car downstairs. Not mine. I'm not driving. My dad's guy." She nodded, washing her hands.

"I just had some of JJ's hot wings. Did you try them?"

"Oh my god. I did. So, fucking good."

"He's so good at cooking." I nodded quickly and she pulled the door open.

"Sorry Ellen is- What are you doing Tori?" I turned, looking at Mark as he raised an eyebrow in the hallway. We both laughed and I slipped down off the counter, collecting my things together quickly.

"I've got a dinner with friends and didn't have time to go home."

"Yeah I got that. I'm talking about the counter."

"Oh. I couldn't see." He chuckled again as I got out into the hall. "What do you think?"

"I don't think legally speaking I can answer that about my staff member."

"Yeah probably not. I'd sue."

"I know you would you little money maker. Can you just run your eyes over this quote application for me."

"Sure thing." I nodded, following him back down to his office. I looked over everything, changing a few things that would make them lower their price for him, passing the laptop back to him and grabbing my stuff from the other side of his desk. "There you go."

"Amazing. Thank you."

"Not a problem. I'm gonna head out. I'll see you next week. Just email me if you need anything."

"Nope, you've got a week off, I'm not making that mistake again."

"No don't do that. If you need something, email me. Otherwise, I'll be forced to drop in on my lunch break in the middle of the week." He scowled. "Hey, I live to work, deny the work, I'll die. And then who's gonna save your ass?"

"I'd like to think my son would."

"I've been here 6 months and not met him once. He wouldn't have a clue." Mark nodded, laughing at me in agreement. "I'm out. Have a nice weekend living it up."

"You too. Use protection." I turned my head over my shoulder, smirking before turning back around.

"Always."

I was out of the building and in the back of Steve's car again before I knew it, being driven to the usual spot I met the girls for dinner before we headed out. I decided against wearing a jacket tonight. A decision I'd probably regret in the morning but I didn't want to risk losing it and it didn't 100% make the outfit so I wasn't going to risk it.