2: She's pregnant, not invalid

Someone was taking money from the Forrest Company. It has to be a shareholder, otherwise, how did they get so much information on the company?

A light tod on my desk made me snap my head up. Tanya, the lady that works with me at my store was looking at me with a raised brow. She's like a second manager here after me. I won't really call her my assistant but she does a great job when I'm not around.

"Earth to Jaycee" she took the seat opposite me, placed a bottle of punch in front of me and I muttered a thanks.

"How are you doing Tan?" I asked the brunette. She nodded.

"The baby?"

"Fine"...she rubbed her tummy aggressively and I wanted to laugh. Tanya Is five months pregnant but still does a great job around here.

"We got a call from CO Pets and stores. They got more animals for us" she said. Her eyes were dim lighted meaning she hasn't had much sleep in a while. Am I a bad person for letting her work with her condition?

"Hmm..when are they delivering?" I asked. My eyes still focused on her.

"Probably Monday" she said and then gave a light yawn. That's it!.

"Tan I think you should take a break"

Her eyes lit up for a while but it all watered down. "Who would help you around here?"

"I'll be just fine. Besides Betty is doing great" Betty is a worker here too. By the way, there isn't much to do besides making sure Co and Let delivers well and on time.

"No. I'll stay. I need this job" she got up to walk out.

"I'm not firing you. Just giving you a break"

The door to my office flung open and Chloe busted in. She had on this hairy coat giving the feel of Taylor Swift.

"We'll talk later" I said to Tanya and she nodded before walking out.

"Haven't you heard of knocking?" I asked Chloe the moment her butt touched the seat.

"Haven't you heard of locking doors?" 

It's an office, not my inner bedroom. 

I rolled my eyes at her and she chuckled. She was preparing for her leave to Paris for her fashion show. I'm not sure I'll be there and I have a feeling that's what she came to talk about. I crossed my arm on the table.

"I'm traveling tomorrow for the show on Saturday" Chloe announced. Her booted feet flew to my desk and I sighed. That's more like Chloe. Wearing furs and leather pants wasn't all for her.

"Well, safe trip" I shrug, expecting a reaction from her and I was sure to get one, cause her mouth hung opened.

"No way your saying that shit" she sat upright snapping her fingers at me.

"Your coming to the show Saturday night"

"Chloe..."

"Don't butter me up" she blocked both ears with her fingers like a child and I wanted to laugh. God! She's twenty five.

"Look, I'm not sure I'll have enough time" I folded my arms while Chloe snorted.

"Let the bumpy lady run things for a while" Chloe shrugged and I chuckled.

"She's pregnant Chloe and no. I can't stress her"

Chloe shook her head at me before getting up. She rounded the table and sat in front of me.

"She's pregnant not invalid" with that, she hit the button on my desk for calling Tanya into my office.

"Chloe!" I gasped. She really wasn't doing this.

"Stop acting sweet and calm" Chloe scolded while I rolled my eyes. How did I know her again?..oh yeah. We've been friends since college. Tanya came into my office with a disturbed look on her face. A pang of guilt shot through me. Chloe....your dead.

"Mrs Forrest has something to tell you" Chloe said to Tanya who was now rubbing her tummy, much more aggressive than before.

"What's that?"

"Go on Jay" Chloe urged. I gave her the middle finger and she chuckled.

"Um...I'll be going to Paris for a couple of days. I need you to handle things around here, would you?" I made sure I talked gently and calmly as ever.

"Of course. Do what you have to do" Tanya said with a little smile plastered on her face. I tapped her hand as she left the office for the second time today.

"That wasn't bad" Chloe said and I shot her a glare. "What?"

"I can't even book tickets till Sunday" I groaned out loud.

"Who said anything about ticket" Chloe smirked and I shook my head vigorously. I knew what she was aiming at.

"No"

"Yes"

"No!" I half yelled

"Jay. He's your husband. Who needs a ticket when he can fly you there in his private jet. Be a wife!" She said the last part like a scold and I wanted to nag her eyes out. She doesn't understand. Damien is going through a lot right now. I know using his private jet won't be a problem but still, I don't want to add up any stress.

"He's busy"

"Same crap evey day" Chloe snorted. She sat down for the thousandth time since she came here today.

"Someone is stealing shares from him" I announced and Chloes head snapped to me.

"Really?"

Good. Now she sees my point.

"Yeah"

"Doesn't affect his jet" she shrugged and I groaned out loud. She wasn't listening. "If you can't talk to him. I will"

No! In hell. NEVER!

"No. I'll talk to him" I finally said and she air fisted making me chortle. Child. More like a married child.

"Good. Now talk to that nigga and get your ass in Paris by weekend. If possible, drag him along"

What!

"Chloe...."

"Blah blah..." with that she was out the door. I sighed to myself. Pain in the ass. More like head. Her talks are traumatizing. Now all I have to do is talk to Damien and hope he agrees to lend me his jet to Paris or come with me.