Tattle Teller Novels & Stories

"You can take it. It may be Mr. Taylor or your assistant.” "I have an assistant?" "Yes. They assist in monitoring everything posted about your client twenty-four-seven.” “Wow," I mumbled, picking up the phone. Unknown caller. I exhaled, probably my mother again. "I said I'll send the money when I—" "I'm not sure who you think you're speaking to, but I can't come in. So, come out in three minutes. I have places to be." My jaw fell. It wasn't my mother. That was him–Mr. Taylor.

He smelled so good and it made me miss Tyson so much. I walked out of the room telling him the doctor would be in shortly and went and told Dr. Smith about him and then went back up front. I grabbed my phone checking to see if Tyson had texted me yet. I was a little disappointed that he hadn't. I put my phone away and started going through things up front. I was trying to familiarize myself with the place and their processes. "Tess, no charge for Mr. Teller today," Dr. Smith said, handing me his chart.