Boss (GBD)

3

Bailey's POV
"I'm leaving!"

"Have funnnn!"

"Shut up!" I hear her laugh and I leave.

I do what I did yesterday and I walk to the building.

I take my ID out and I show it to the lady at the front and I walk over to the elevator. I press the '20' and I wait till I reach the floor.

I walk out and I see a desk next to Anna. I place my things down and I get situated.

"Good morning Anna."

"Morning Bailey."

"So, what do I do now?" I say, laughing a little afterwards.

"Well, first I'd go to Mr. Dolan's office to see if he needs anything. After that, do what he says or you can just chill if he doesn't give you anything to do."

"Okie dokie, thanks." I get up out of my chair and I walk to Mr. Dolan's door.

I knock twice and he tells me to come in.

"Good morning sir, is there anything you need me to do."

"Yes in fact I do. Could you go retrieve a few papers from the printing room and get me a coffee, black."

"Of course." I do a little nod and I walk out his room. I walk towards Anna's desk and I stop.

"Hey. Um- do you know where the printer room is? Also, where's the coffee machine?"

"The closest printer room is on the 18th floor and the coffee machine is down the hall."

"Thanks so much!"

"No problem girly." I walk to the elevator and I travel down to the 18th floor.

I grab what I think is his papers and I get back into the elevator.

I walk around, looking for the coffee machine.

I round the corner and I run into someone.

"Darn, my coffee." I look up to see Grayson.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Dolan. Wait, how did you get down here, I though you were in your office."

"Oh no, I'm the older one, Ethan." He sticks his hand out to shake and I take it.

"I think you have a thing for spilling coffee on Dolan's." I laugh at him and I nod.

"Maybe." I say with a cheeky smile.

"I'm so sorry, again. Do you need me to get you another shirt or something?"

"It's ok, I can just change out."

"Don't spill that coffee on Grayson."

"Don't plan on doing so."

He laughs, "Have a nice day Ms.-"

"Miller."

"Ms. Miller."

"Same to you Mr. Dolan." He smiles one last time and I watch as he leaves the room.

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Knock knock.

"Come in." I open the door and I walk in with his papers and coffee.

"Here is your coffee," I place it on the table, "and here's your papers." He reaches out for them and I place them in his hands.

"Thank you Ms. Miller." I nod and smile and I begin to walk out.

"Oh Ms. Miller."

"Huh?"

"Thank you for not spilling my coffee on me." He let's his smile show.