The Wrong Person For The Job

Chapter Four: Accidents and Meetings

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confused // kənˈfyo͞ozd:

unable to understand or think clearly; difficult to understand; not clearly organized, expressed, etc.

I couldn't believe it. I had actually signed the contract that had actually required me to date then marry the man that I blamed for the death of my father. Okay, the son of the man, but it didn't matter. Whether it was Oliver Taylor or his father it didn't matter. Both were intimately involved with Taylor Corp. by nature of their work and it was through Taylor Corp. that my father had lost his company then died. Anyone wanting to work for Taylor Corp. was lower than dirt, and here I was in the car of the very man who was more than likely going to take over Taylor Corp. What kind of a daughter am I?

After I had signed the contract that had neatly outlined my life for at least the next year, I was pretty much in a state of shock. It was the only thing that I'd believe as to why I had agreed with Mr. Taylor that I'd go with him to his house. If I was of normal condition, I'd probably slap Mr. Taylor for suggesting such a thing (even if I knew perfectly well that he had no intention of what I'd be accusing him of) instead of saying yes.

I was pulled out of my thoughts with a tap on the shoulder saying and someone saying "Um, Ms. Hendrix? We're here."

I turned to source and saw Mr. Taylor sitting next to me. I then realized that I was in a car.

"Um, okay..." I said tentatively as I stepped out of Mr. Taylor's car into the cold night's air. Looking around I was completely blown out of the water. I knew that Taylor Corp. was one of the most successful corporations in the world but I had no idea ... wow.

Mr. Taylor and I stood at the end of an unnecessarily long driveway just a few yards away from the double doors that lead to an unnecessarily large house. Why would one person need to have a five story house?

"It's actually six. And I don't live here by myself. My staff does."

Did I just say that out loud? "Your staff?" I asked confused.

"Yes," Mr. Taylor continued, "There's not enough time in a lifetime for just one person to clean this place from top to bottom, keep care of the yards, do the cooking and what not. I have a household staff who do that for me. To make things more convenient for them, they and their families live here with me."

As Mr. Taylor was talking we walked to the front door which opened the very moment we stepped onto the porch, showing a somewhat elderly man on the other side of the threshold. "Ah, Master Oliver, welcome back home. Mr. Pearson phoned earlier saying that you were going to be arriving later than usual and possibly with a very beautiful young woman. I believe that I now owe Mr. Pearson an apology for believing him a liar - but at the same time, I do believe I still call him one. He said a very beautiful young woman. He was wrong. He vastly understated your beauty miss" At those words a blush rose upon my cheeks.

Once we exited the freezing night's air, the man bowed slightly to myself and Mr. Taylor. He took his bosses coat and offered to take mine but I shook my head slightly saying, "Oh, no thank you. I won't be here that long and I'm still rather cold."

"Alright miss." Turning to Mr. Taylor he said, "Is there anything that I can get for you sir?" When Mr. Taylor shook his head, the man continued, "Alright then sir. Have a lovely evening miss. I hope we get to see more of you," he added with a wink.

The very moment he was out of sight and earshot, Mr. Taylor let out a groan causing me to giggle. "I swear Bailey, one of these days I'll fire you."