Vow

eight - taylor

"The...big leagues?" Travis asked, closing his book.

"Well you don't seriously think I run everything from here do you?" I motioned around my house. "I'm taking you into the company. Showing you the ropes so you can make it look like you're a husband and not a contract. Come on. We leave in five minutes."

Travis looked unsure, but he nodded and got to his feet. Nodding back, I went to get some boots and tugged them on before tying my hair back in a slick ponytail. Travis met me at the door, and we left.

"Where's Drew?" He asked as we got into the front of the car.

"Busy." I said as I pulled down towards the gates and they opened. "I know how to handle things, if you're worried about safety."

"No." Travis quickly said, averting his eyes like he was afraid of me. Good. He fucking should be. I would always be made of prickles and no one could change that.

The rest of the drive to the office was silent, but that was just fine by me. Travis had really settled into this whole deal, and we pretty much never interacted inside the house away from prying eyes. It was so nice.

When I got there, I parked in my spot and got out, Travis quickly scrambling to follow me. I reached to take his hand just in case and walked with him by my side through the huge glass doors. My name was blasted on the front in giant silver lettering, and the same attitude was replicated inside. The whole place was sleek, professional, with an undertone of danger.

"Good afternoon Mrs Swift, Mr Swift." My assistant, Anna, ducked her head in greeting as she fell into step next to me.

"Anna." I nodded back. "Tell me."

"Mr Krisler returned our call, he'll be meeting with you on Monday." Anna started rattling off. "Jess is interrogating a woman involved in the Summer Street drug bust and she should have the name of the mole within the hour. An update on the situation with France; our guy was assassinated, so that's really our problem solved. Oh and your mother called wanting to know about inviting you for dinner."

"Tell Mr Krisler he needs to bring everything on Monday or the deal is off." I responded as the three of us stepped into the elevator and Anna pressed the button for the twentieth floor. "Make it clear I will not be tolerating him dragging this out any longer. Jess can take tomorrow off is she gets the name, and make sure she makes the woman's death slow and miserable."

"Yes ma'am." Anna scribbled it down in her notebook as Travis watched in both fear and shock at how casual we talked about it. "Is there anything else you need?"

"Yes." I eyed her. "Use your company card a little more. I had a look at your invoices and you know you're given that card for free spending." Anna blushed, ducked her head. "Hey." I nudged her, a strange sense of friendliness in my tone. "You do a good job, and we make a fuck ton of money every hour. Go buy yourself nice things."

"Yes ma'am." Anna mumbled.

"Good." I smiled. "Come on baby boy, let me show you around." I said as the elevator opened, and we walked out, leaving Anna inside.

I spent a little while making sure Travis was familiar with the top floor, which involved my office and the more important things that happened in there. It seemed to shock him, and he shook his head when I asked if he wanted to see the more down low business.

"Well, that's all I needed to show you then." I put her hands on her hips. "I have a few things I need to take care of downstairs, but if you insist on staying away from that, you can wait here." I gestured around. "But stay on this floor, or you'll come across things you really don't want to be seeing."