Taylor's pov
Work has been fantastic. I get a good amount of pay, and I get to bring my babies to work when I can't get a babysitter or a nanny.But who needs one when you have a kick ass boss that helps you out when working or away on holidays.
We have just recently gotten a shipping company and departing bay, in North Tokyo, and a high increase of money.
Sale prices have increased by thousands, and haven't been this high since 1992.
We have built our company building higher, and have gotten more employees to help run the business, to keep it on track and to keep it from closing.
Conference meetings suck, but there for the greater good for our company.
"We need to persuade the German shipping company to get them to sell us their docks. We need that shipping company so we can sell more products, and, to have a little more support with loss of product" Sean said, as we discussed our advantages and disadvantages.
Sean was actually right for once, we needed to persuade the German shipping company to sell us their docks, for the sake of our products and the companionship that will follow.
"Your right Sean. We need to persuade the shipping company in Germany to sell us their docks so we can make more money and have more products sent out over the world. I've put a plan into action, with a great increase of money and bargain on their part" Dale said, leaning back in his chair.
"But, we also need to keep an eye on money so we don't go bankrupt. And make sure we are spending that money wisely. We have 48 hrs until the shipping company in Germany close their deal off with all competing shipping docks" Dale said looking me straight in the eye.
"We also have a few docks up for sale in New York, London/England, Italy and Beijing, Africa, New Zealand, and not to mention, one in the Filipines" I said looking down at the folder that was currently in my hands firmly.
"Although we might not get the one in New York or Italy. We have good ties to the fellow shipment docks around the world that would be willing to hand over their docks to a successful shipping company. Africa, London/England, Beijing, New Zealand and the Filipines, are great companions of ours, and good partners in trade" I said looking up and around the room at all the curious faces that stared back at me.
Sean's face I noticed the most because he had one of his 'fuck that's hot' smirks on his face.
Flirt much
"We need to have proposed to those docks by, Tuesday night next week at 12" I said looking down at the files in front of me to meet Dales eye.
"Other than that. Our meeting is finished" I said closing my file and turning to Dale to get the all good.
"Meeting is out of session. Go back to what you were doing" he said before walking over to me after everyone left.
"Great meeting today Taylor" Dale said sitting on top of the desk whilst helping me pack up my files that were scattered all over the place.
I am usually pretty tidy, but meetings take a lot of energy and sorting, so your work space ends up pretty messy.
"Thanks. Your proposals really good, so we could be one of hundreds that they sell their docks to because of our great quality and name to many generations of this company" I said walking out of the meeting room to my office with Dale in toe.
"What can I say. A family business is a family business" he said making both of us chuckle.
"True that. Ok, I have to go home now, as I have the responsibility of looking after trouble maker twins. Heaven knows what they have gotten up to" I say grabbing my baggy bag, and putting the stuff I need into it.
"Yes they are quite the trouble makers. Here" Dale said passing me a hundred dollar note.
"Dale. I can't keep taking money from you. It's not right for me to" I said giving him his money back, only for him to pass it back to me again.
"Take it Taylor. I don't need it but you do. And plus, I'm your boss so I demand that you take it" he said to me putting the hundred dollar bill in the back pocket of my jeans.
Smooth. Real smooth
"I don't know. Are you sure. I'll only take it if your sure" I said looking up at him in the eye.
"Jut take it and stop being stubborn" he said with a slight chuckle.
"Fine. I'll take it but don't expect me to pay you back, because we both know that that won't be happening" I said walking down the stairs and to the front doors of the company.
"I know I know" he said before giving me a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
"Now go look after those trouble makers and tell them I said hi" Dale said before walking back through the doors we just came out of.
"Yeh yeh yeh. You know they love ya" I said walking over to my car, and driving off to Starbucks.
The goodness of coffee. I tell ya
10 minutes, and I was home. I walked in through the front door, and was surprised to see a tall and muscular man on my couch with both the twins in his lap.
Who the hell is he
"ms.everett. qu'est-ce que cet homme faire dans ma chambre. et pourquoi est-il tenue Alex et Andrew" (Ms.Everett. what is this man doing in my house. and why is he holding Alex and Andrew) I said walking into the kitchen where she was baking.
"manquer. je suis désolé, mais il barged et je ne pouvais pas arrêter. il a tenu une arme à feu à ma tête. un fucking des armes à feu. qu'avez-vous attendre à me faire, le laisser tourner moi. nu-euh, vous êtes sûrement erronée." (Miss. I'm sorry but he barged in and I couldn't stop him. he held a gun to my head. a fucking gun. what did you expect me to do, let him shoot me. Nu-uh, you are surely mistaken.) what she said making me alarmed at how dangerous this man is, I walked Into the lounge room grabbing Alex and Andrew in the process.
"You need to leave now. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE" I said pointing to the door.
The stranger got up off my couch, and walked over to me with a devilish smile graced on his face.
"I don't think i want to. Your mine Taylor. Your coming with me"
"Fuck no"
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So, a bit of a cliff hanger there, but you'll find out what happens in the next chapter of 'The 'Bitch' is a player'.Sorry I havent updated in a long time, but I've had writers block and no wifi to post chapters.
Schools been so hard so don't judge, even tho I don't pay attention in class. OOPS 🙊

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