Tattoo

Chapter 3

----Avery's P.O.V.----

When I hung up the phone Tyler gave me the dirtiest look ever. "You will have a phone you don't need walkie talkies."

"Oh yes we do." I begin to push him out the door. "And I need some sleep. So...leave." I deadpan. But he spins around and looks at me.

"This is my place I chose when I leave."

"Well if you want to be a weird stalking weirdo and sit here while I take a shower be my guest. I really didn't peg you as the stalker type." He looked at me with an angry face. Then stormed out. "I will make sure to cut up your food!" I shout. He comes backs looking puzzled.

"Why?"

"Because you are a big baby." He slammed the door. I retreated to the shower, then off to bed.

I woke up to someone shouting. I looked at my alarm clock and noticed the time. It was 6:30 in the god damned morning. "Aww hell no! We don't start work til' 8." But when I got up I heard that is was James and Tyler fighting.

"Did you have to try to be nice!" James yelled.

"She wasn't nice!" Tyler retorted.

"Clearly she doesn't like what you told her. She is hilarious and just because you don't like new people, doesn't mean you get to ruin her!" I walked into his office and coughed.

"Thank you James, but I can fight my own battles. Thank you for the phone and the walkie talkies." Tyler glared at me as I handed him one. "Don't waste precious fingering typing time. Just press one button." I said in a slogan voice.

"What were you bullied as a kid and that is why you don't tale sass."

"As a matter of fact, yes, I was. Not only by kids but my parents. But I don't wallow about that. Plus, that isn't the reason I am the way I am. Now what do I need to do." He just stared at me then sighed.

"We only work Mondays through Fridays, manly weekends are business trips. You have this day to organize and catch up." He pulled out a nice pile of papers. "Most of these are date and contacts. I need easy access to them, and they need filed. Some are business trips, a few finacial problems, and lay offs statements that need to be typed. It is Saturday so." Ping! He looked at his computer screen. "Happy Birthday." I flinched.

"It is your Birthday?" Flinched again. "Why do you keep flinching?"

"I don't celebrate my Birthday. Never have never will." I walked out and started on my work.

After about an hour I had the stacks organized. After about 2 hours I typed up all of the contacts and dates for things and filed them. Another hour was wasted scheduling business trips, booking expensive hotels, and getting three first class plane tickets, because where ever Tyler goes, me and James must follow. 2 hours of complicated finacial problems and running aroun the building to find out why they were a problem. and 3 hours laying people off, getting the document signed, and then finding all the people or mailing addresses, well more like envelopes which I sent James to get.

So all together was 9 hours of catching up on work. I started all of this at 7 because I had to get ready and look professional. Now it is 4 in the afternoon and I have the rest of the weekend off. When I thought I was in the clear my desk phone rang and I picked it up.

"Mr. Richards office how may I help you?"

"May we speak with Mr. Richards."

"Yes, one moment please." I walk to his office and see he wasn't there. So I walked to his room and hear the shower running. I walk back to my desk. "I am sorry about the wait but he is currently unavailable right now, may I please take a message."

"Yes just tell him we found something interesting about Avery Johnson that I think he needs to know." I was shocked, he sent someone out to look me up.

"Alright, may I please have a name and occupation?"

"Sean Grey, personal investigator."

"Alright, I will notify him immediately." I hung up the phone. "You bitch!!" I heard something drop in Tyler's room. I stormed over to the door and busted right in. "How dare you-" I saw him in a towel, no shirt, no pants, and no tattoo. I shook it off not trying to give anything away. "How dare you send a personal investigator to look in on my life!" After that I stormed out and into my room, totally by passing James.

I slam my door shut for effect and slide down it. He didn't have on either. Does that mean we are mean't to be together?

So I have two choices.

A. Tell him.

B. Wallow in self pity.

How bout I make a third one.

C. OH HELL NO!!!!