Page 16 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“You didn’t give him his job back, did you?” my partner demands. “I really hope you didn’t give him his job back because that guy is a fuck-up on wheels.” Colt hates Brian just as much as I do. We’ve been looking to fire him for a while, and Friday was when we finally got our chance. We had enough proof and reason to that there was no way he’d be able to fight us on it.
I lean back in my chair.
“Sort of. I did agree to rehire him just now.” Colt rolls his eyes clearly out of frustration, but doesn’t interject, so I continue. “But I promise you he will not be here for long.” I’m sure Brian will do something to screw up again, and this time, Nellie will be up close enough to see it. “I just want to get to know the sister and see where this thing can go, so I gave her a job as a condition of re-hiring her brother.”
“Oh, okay. So, our man has some kind of secret plan? Is there anything that I need to know?”
“I don’t want to say too much, but I have a few things in the works.”
Colt nods.
“Will we be seeing Nellie here on Monday?”
“No,” I shake my head, “I have some separate work planned for her.” I’m sure she’ll be rather surprised to get started, but it’ll be great.
She’ll adapt to it quickly, I know it.
“Okay, man. I guess all I can do is wish you is good luck.” Colt lazily salutes me and then leaves my office, probably heading to his. An upside to having Brian back here, besides the side deal I made with his sister, is that I can put off this paperwork for a little bit longer.
The downside is everything else about the guy.
I sit back in my seat. There are still things I was planning on getting done today, but none of them are urgent. Now, the only urgent item on my agenda is filing the paperwork on Brian so that I get his sister in return. I may as well call my housekeeper now, and get everything I need squared away for Monday. After all, the curvy girl’s now in my life, whether she’s ready or not.
5
Nellie
Ileave Nash’s office and go straight home. I’m still processing everything that happened. I mean, it’s absolutely crazy. He wants me to work for him.
Work for him?
What could I even do for a guy like him? I’m sure he already has an accountant. I know Jaybird has been around for a while because when Brian applied for a job, he told me about the company. I doubt Nash would risk Jaybird just to have me run a couple of numbers for him. I mean,Ithink I’m a pretty good accountant, but Nash knows nothing about my accounting skills. He didn’t ask about any of my credentials. All he really knows about me is what I look like naked.
Oh, dear God!
I’m sure it has nothing to do with that though. Nash must need me to run some numbers for him. It’s the only logical conclusion.
Hopefully, he’s not doing something illegal and needs an “accountant” to pretty up the books. That, I draw the line at. I’m trying to get a CPA license, and any shenanigans will be the end of that process.
Then again, Nash can’t want me to work for him forever. I can quit once Brian’s back on his feet, and working for Jaybird will look great on my resume because it’s bound to be a big account. I’ll probably be able to get a really good gig after Brian finds a new job, and then we can both quit.
That will be the day. See? I just need to look on the bright side of all of this.
I get to my house and go straight to bed. It’s crazy that this much has happened already on an early Saturday morning, and I’m exhausted.
I do a trust fall onto my mattress, enveloping myself in my plush covers. My eyes flutter close, no longer wanting to be open. I’ll figure out this shit tomorrow when I’m good and rested.
* * *
The next day,I go over to Brian and Vivica’s place. I need to speak with the two of them, but what I really want to do is play with my nieces. Being around them always makes me so much happier. The two little munchkins just have that magical quality.
“Hi, Auntie Nellie. I got you this tea.” Madison comes to me with her little play cup filled almost to the brim with water. I can see the little spills she made along the way, the water sloshing back and forth, dripping off the edges.
“Oh my, thank you so much. I’m sure it’s delicious.” I take the plastic tea cup from her and take a sip. “Mmm, yummy! What flavor is this?”
“It’s cherry. Mummy likes cherry and Daddy likes cherry and I like cherry and Mac likes cherry. So, I made cherry.” I giggle and finish my ‘tea.’ Madison watches me until I’ve swallowed every last drop.
“That was the best tea I ever had.”
