“Since Henry got the plans. Don’t worry, I’ve already found a way to put a bug in someone’s ear and hopefully it won’t happen but…”
“It’d be safer for me not to go after it and get fired in the process while I argue over the safety of the structure?”
“Yeah, Henry included you knowing your company was newer than the others simply because he thought you would fall in line easier if you won the bid.”
“What would you have done if I had?” Jordan asked her and she knew deep down, she’d never have let him take the risk after meeting him that first time.
“Changed your bid. I was the first person to see them when they came in so I’d have been able to do it or at least pull it. I’ve put it out there that this isn’t the project they want to take on as much as I could, but I only have so much reach with my contacts.”
“Thanks Mel. You wouldn’t happen to have a copy of the plans, the full ones?”
“I might have snuck a copy of them onto a disk before I left,” she admitted. She didn’t want any of her old coworkers to get hurt if the structure wasn’t built to code.
“If you get them to me I can check into it. I know several people on the building code board; if they aren’t up to code I’ll get the info into their hands.”
“Thanks Jordan; I may not like Henry but there are several people there I do like and don’t want to see them get hurt.”
“I won’t let that happen,” he assured her as the salesman reappeared.
Another hour later and they were driving away from the dealership, him in his car and her in the new dark green Jeep Cherokee that had every convenience known to man. They stopped in at the office for him to update the car insurance and give her a key to the place.
“Good to go?” he asked standing outside the car’s door after she’d slid in behind the wheel.
“All set…I’ll see you Monday,” she grinned before heading home.
Tate was shocked when he stopped in the next day.
“Damn, maybe I should drop out of school and get a real job,” he joked hugging her to his side.
“Oh yeah I can just see you driving anything other than your bike. Come on biker boy, let’s get that homework done before classes tomorrow.”
“Sure thing Mel, you planning on bringing that to school tomorrow? Guess it’ll give you more room to change than a stall at the train station.”
“The other part of this job that I’m going to love, corporate dress is not mandatory. So first we study then you can help me decide what to wear tomorrow.”
Mel knew he hated helping her shop let alone watching her try on her own clothes, but he suffered through it, and she founda perfect outfit. She paired her best pair of skinny jeans with her three-inch heeled knee-high boots and added a tank top with a half sweatshirt like top which she was going to replace with her favorite blazer before going into the office.
“Wow, dang Mel, you look…” Tate said as she slid out of the Jeep well aware of the stares headed towards her.
“Thank you, not too much for school, right? I mean not compared to my normal self.”
“It’s a bit more look at me sort of like your work clothes but hey, if you’re comfortable showcasing your assets who am I to argue?”
“Are you saying the length of the top draws attention to them Tate?”
“Not to mention the traffic stoppingness of your tiny waist. Hell even I didn’t know you were this small. You usually wear layers upon layer here; this wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain senior who’s been chasing after you all week, would it?”
“Nope, I just figured why hide myself away anymore? I like who I am—both the high school student part and the worker bee. If I want to kick some butts in these hallways now, who could blame me?”
“Who indeed,” he grinned following behind her severely enjoying the swish of her backside.
“Stare at my ass anymore Tate and you’ll lose your spot as my best friend,” she warned.
“Come on Mel it’s pretty fabulous I’ve got to say, especially in those jeans.”
“That’s the point Tate butyou’renot supposed to notice,” she countered hitting her locker to grab her books for the day.
“Then I apologize but be prepared because you’re about to meet the rest of the student population in ten, nine, eight…”
