Forever Yours

C H A P T E R T W O

Taylors POV

"Mrs. Greyson," I heard my name being called from the doorway of my office, followed by a soft knock. I looked up and saw a new employee that started working here not too long ago.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I have a question," her face seemed embarrassed.

"I have an answer, what's up?" Over the past years, I have learned to treat all employees with respect and still contain the same authority. I was a supervisor which also happened to be under the manager. Lucky Me.

"I know I've asked you several times before, but, how do you work the machine near the printers?"

I smiled at her, "It's alright Caitlin, really, it takes time to get used to everything. Come on, I'll show you once more."

Getting up from my chair, we walked down to the printers and other necessary machines. Once we reached the work room, I showed her how the machine worked and made sure she understood as well. Once that was settled, I walked out of the room and headed back towards my little office. I needed to get that paperwork done before the end of the day.

Turning the corner, I ran into someone. His firm hands held me steady so I won't fall.

"Sorry," I mumbled, gaining back my balance. Looking up, I froze, it just so happened to be Thomas.

"It's alright, are you okay? You should pay attention," he said.

"Pay attention?" I blurted, "If anyone, should pay attention, it should be you." At that moment, I didn't care if he was the manager or not. I don't want anyone with higher authority getting away with rudeness.

He smirked, "Fiesty now, are we? You should be careful. You could get yourself fired, Mrs. Greyson." Without another word, he left.

Number one, what happen to the Thomas seven years ago, and Number two, he thankfully didn't recognize me through my blonde hair and make-uped face.

I turned around on my heels and stormed back to my office.

The nerve of him. I slammed my books down in response. A short time later, Jim jogged into my office. He was an average man, and quite frankly, also a supervisor. He looked over the upper criteria of the agency, while I took care of the lower. Truthfully, I only saw him as a friend, but there are days when he tries to expose his feelings towards me.

His hair was neatly combed to one side and his plaid shirt was tucked into his black dress pants.

"Is everything alright? I heard a bang as I was passing by," his expression showed concern.

I smiled at him, hiding my frustration. "Yeah, I'm fine, just that new manager is giving me a headache."

"Oh? Thomas Steele?"

"Yeah," I nodded, leaning against my desk. Jim walked towards me and leaned against the desk as well. "But it's nothing really." I ended quickly.

His hand massaged my back. I had to admit, but it felt great after all that stress. I closed my eyes, feeling a bit relaxed. "I still don't believe you," he whispered, trailing his fingers down my back. My eyes flew open when he reached the top of my skirt.

"Okay!" I quickly got up. Straightening myself up, "If anyone sees us, they'll assume the worst, now get back to work!"

He playfully rolled his eyes, "Loosen up Elise, your office is literally at the end of this agency,"

I sighed, "Jim, you know I refuse to take risks, besides, I've worked hard to get here."

"We all did," he said quietly before he left, he asked, "would you like to join me for some coffee after work?"