Jeff and Annie Five Ways - "The High Road" - PG
It was just a normal Monday, at lest it was until Jeff walked out of his office calling for a paralegal to handle research on his new case and she came running up.
Brown hair that bounced around her shoulders, big doe eyes, and a smile that nearly blinded him. “What can I do for you, Mr. Winger?”
Jeff's mind went blank at the same time as his mouth went dry and his heart burst into double time.
“Mr. Winger?”
Papers, in his hand. Work, lawyer, his ass being fired.
“There's a call sheet and a questionnaire. When you're done with that, I need a position paper on the results.” Jeff spun around and walked back into his office.
For three weeks Jeff's world was turned upside down by his new (intelligent, beautiful, young) paralegal. She was always at the office before him, always popping up the second he needed something, always wearing skirts that made him think bad, bad, thoughts and shirts that left him breathless.
He spent a lot of time hiding in his office.
She had just left his office after dropping off a stack of memos and he was trying to get his breathing under control when there was a quick knock on his door, which was then opened by his boss.
“Mr. Franklin.” Jeff slammed his knee on the underside of the desk as he stood up. “What can I do for you, sir?”
Franklin looked him up and down once, “You know that you're one of our best tort lawyers.”
“I, uh, thank you, sir.”
“And as much as I hate gossip, it has gotten back to me that you have a history of treating the women you see with great respect, but that you are currently single.” The older man said as he waved a hand to indicate the Jeff should sit.
“Um, yes, sir.” Jeff slowly lowered himself to the chair.
“Three weeks ago, Annie started working here. Since that time all the single men of this firm, and a few who aren't single, have made a pass at her. Everyone, that is, except for you.”
“I'm...sorry?” Jeff was confused, was that a bad thing?
Franklin continued, “Let me tell you a story. Carter and I started this firm right out of law school, and I threw my whole life into making it a success. Which may have been why I was still single at the age of forty. But then something happened, I got a new secretary. The women was smart as a whip, drop dead gorgeous and twenty years younger then me. I could hardly speak to her over the intercom, let alone face to face, so I spent most of my days hiding in my office and leaving written notes for her in the morning and at lunch.” Franklin paused for a moment and studied Jeff. “Finally, after six months of pussy-footing around, I asked the girl to dinner. We were married three months later and not a day goes by where I don't thank god for her.”
Jeff was stunned, “Sir?”
“What very few people at this firm know is that Annie is my niece. For the last week I've had to hear her whine about that fact that you hate her.” Franklin stood up, “Stop hiding in your office and ask the girl to dinner.”
Brown hair that bounced around her shoulders, big doe eyes, and a smile that nearly blinded him. “What can I do for you, Mr. Winger?”
Jeff's mind went blank at the same time as his mouth went dry and his heart burst into double time.
“Mr. Winger?”
Papers, in his hand. Work, lawyer, his ass being fired.
“There's a call sheet and a questionnaire. When you're done with that, I need a position paper on the results.” Jeff spun around and walked back into his office.
For three weeks Jeff's world was turned upside down by his new (intelligent, beautiful, young) paralegal. She was always at the office before him, always popping up the second he needed something, always wearing skirts that made him think bad, bad, thoughts and shirts that left him breathless.
He spent a lot of time hiding in his office.
She had just left his office after dropping off a stack of memos and he was trying to get his breathing under control when there was a quick knock on his door, which was then opened by his boss.
“Mr. Franklin.” Jeff slammed his knee on the underside of the desk as he stood up. “What can I do for you, sir?”
Franklin looked him up and down once, “You know that you're one of our best tort lawyers.”
“I, uh, thank you, sir.”
“And as much as I hate gossip, it has gotten back to me that you have a history of treating the women you see with great respect, but that you are currently single.” The older man said as he waved a hand to indicate the Jeff should sit.
“Um, yes, sir.” Jeff slowly lowered himself to the chair.
“Three weeks ago, Annie started working here. Since that time all the single men of this firm, and a few who aren't single, have made a pass at her. Everyone, that is, except for you.”
“I'm...sorry?” Jeff was confused, was that a bad thing?
Franklin continued, “Let me tell you a story. Carter and I started this firm right out of law school, and I threw my whole life into making it a success. Which may have been why I was still single at the age of forty. But then something happened, I got a new secretary. The women was smart as a whip, drop dead gorgeous and twenty years younger then me. I could hardly speak to her over the intercom, let alone face to face, so I spent most of my days hiding in my office and leaving written notes for her in the morning and at lunch.” Franklin paused for a moment and studied Jeff. “Finally, after six months of pussy-footing around, I asked the girl to dinner. We were married three months later and not a day goes by where I don't thank god for her.”
Jeff was stunned, “Sir?”
“What very few people at this firm know is that Annie is my niece. For the last week I've had to hear her whine about that fact that you hate her.” Franklin stood up, “Stop hiding in your office and ask the girl to dinner.”