Notoriously wrote:
Jenna made her way to her desk, excitement bubbling inside her as she tried to think of rational, logical reasons why she should stay in the company. She quickly started up her computer, opened up a blank Word document, and began typing away her thoughts, selling herself to a man who would have taken her for high end prices an hour ago. But she had dug this hole for herself, and she was perfectly content with climbing out of it. Sure, she could have had sex with Owen and engraved her name on every affair and decision associated with this company, but that wasn't what she wanted to be remembered by. By Owen. He must respect her more after her behavior, right? Or was that just a lie that helped girls like her get through the day, fooling them into thinking that men found their behavior somewhat attractive. Shaking away the thought, she continued typing and was so deep into deliberating her word choice that she didn't notice someone creep up beside her. When she felt a paper being dropped beside her, she momentarily jumped and turned, her eyes landing on Owen. "Make some copies? Of course," she smiled, extracting herself from her seat and rushing to the copy room. "Thank you for the extension, Mr. Thatcher,' she called out, earning her a few looks from other employees who had just read the email their boss sent them. So why, they thought, was little miss blondie thanking the man that would be firing her the next day? For an extension, nonetheless. Biting down on her lip, she made the copies quickly and tried to shake off the glares she was receiving. A part of her wanted to grab the person who was filling up on the disgusting, lobby made coffee beside her and tell them that she had turned down his advances, and was far from cashing in on them. After making the copies she left the room and began to post them around the building, doing so at an impressively fast pace. She was gifted at her craft, there was no doubt about it. When she finally finished, she wiped the bead of sweat off her forehead and made her way back to her desk. Only to find a freshly baked chocolate chip muffin seated beside her computer. Her lips widened into a smile as she realized who must have been kind enough to treat her. By that time, however, the employees were barging into Owen's office, demanding explanations and reasonings. Meanwhile, she sat at her desk, typing away at her computer while she nibbled on her muffin.
Jace nodded, running his fingers through his dirty blond hair as he listened to Jade's explanation. "Jealous of our relationship, eh?" He chuckled, the idea amusing him beyond belief. "That's really, really cute in a way." He shook his head at the thought, making his way to the little bar he kept in the back of his office. "I apologize for my unprofessional behavior, Jade, but I really, really need a drink. Could I offer you one, or would that be overstepping any boundaries?" He asked, after filling a half glass of scotch. He brought the glass to his lips, still chuckling. "To be frank, I don't care about Peggy's behavior after I fire her, which I will. Since she did this to you, who's to say she won't do it to someone else? And at that point she's wasting money, because then I have to pay for new computers, using money that could be going somewhere else in order to boost my company. You see where I'm going with this, Jade?" He asked, his eyebrows raised as he took another sip. "I'll leave you here to make yourself acquainted with my space while I go pay Peggy a visit." He didn't wait for her answer regarding the drink, and instead filled her up a full glass of scotch and left it beside his keyboard. If she was interested, then she may indulge. Judging from her day's events and the look on her face, the babe could really use a drink. He adjusted his suit jacket as he made his way down the hallway toward Peggy's desk. He noticed a hot pink background flashing on her computer screen, an obvious sign that whatever site she was visiting wasn't for the good of the company. All the more reason for what he was about to do. "Peggy," he cleared his throat, standing behind her. He gave her an obvious shock, for she quickly exited from the screen she was viewing and shot up from her seat. "Mr. Barker," she began, her thin lips curling into what she believed was a seductive smile. "How may I help you?" He could have sworn he felt a slight curtsey in her stance, making him all the more uncomfortable. "For the love of God, Peggy, don't call me Mr. Barker. Mr. Barker is my father. It's Jace. And the only way you can help me, dear, is if you don't vandalize office material at your next workplace." He handed her the pink slip and waltzed away, not even bothering with more words. The look on her face was enough for a lifetime's worth of content.