Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series by Michelle Day Read Free Book Online

the office, Paul
never did find out what he was up to.
    Michael checked the timesheets his
secretary handed him as he came through the main office doors. He spotted his
children’s lateness albeit only by moments almost immediately. Stepping out of
the lift, the first thing that caught his eye was his youngest son lounging
across the desk of one of the girls in the typing pool.
    Paul’s back was to him as he flirted with
the girl and he didn’t hear Michael’s approach or notice the sudden activity
around him as the other girls noticed their employer walking towards them. He
couldn’t fail to notice the hand connecting with the back of his head as
Michael passed him and growled at him to get his brother and sister.
    Mouthing “Ow!” at the girl in front of
him, making her giggle, Paul slid off the desk and sauntered to his sister’s
office, taking his own sweet time about it until Michael barked at him. Matt
was already in Michael’s office by the time he returned with Tessa.
     “All of you were late today. Why?”
Michael asked the question to his three children but he was looking directly at
Paul.
    “The train was late.” Tessa waded in “And
it was packed so we had to wait for the next one, it couldn’t be helped.”
    “I suggest in future you get the earlier
train.”
    Three voices replied “Yes Dad.” And as one
they turned to leave.
    “Paul.”
    “Dad?” Paul turned to face his father.
    “Where is your tie?”
    “Ah.” Paul touched the front of his shirt;
the first three buttons open “I forgot it, sorry, won’t happen again.”
    “It had better not; you aren’t immune to
the dress code.” Michael said tersely.
    “I know.” Paul replied irritated by the
tone his father used “I said it won’t happen again.”
    “In that case, you had better get some
work done today as I’m certain that you have spent most of the morning wasting
company time and you needn’t think that young lady won’t be reprimanded.”
    “It wasn’t her fault Dad. Anyway, if you
plan on punishing her then you’d better include the rest of the girls in the
typing pool.”
    “What?”
    “Never mind. Dock my pay if you have too
but don’t bring the typists into it. I sat on her desk, she didn’t ask me too.”
    “Bear in mind you are here to work.”
    “Yeah, yeah, perhaps you could let me get
back to it? I’m not making you any money standing here chewing the fat.”
    “We will talk about your attitude at
home.” Michael scowled.
    Shoving his hands in his pockets, Paul
regarded his father “Can’t wait.” He answered as he turned to leave.
    Returning to the office after his most
productive lunch, Norman leant over Paul’s desk, stopping the young man from
doing any further work by placing a large wodge of cash smack bang in the
middle of his paperwork.
    He watched as Paul’s hands stilled while
he regarded the pile of cash, his frown turning into raised eyebrows as he
lifted his gaze from the money to Norman. “Er, Norm, what’s this for?”
    “Ok, point number one, never ask why
someone is giving you money, if they want to give it to you, smile, say thanks,
take the cash and walk away. Point two, you trusted me with a small investment
before you disappeared for months on end, said investment has made us a healthy
profit, this is your share.”
    “Huh, ok. Looks like I’m in for a good
weekend then.” Paul grinned as he folded the cash and shoved it into the inside
pocket of his jacket.
    After an uncomfortably quiet ride home in
Michael’s car, Tessa riding shotgun, the two boys in the back, Paul sat at the
counter in the kitchen while his siblings battled it out over the bathroom. The
kitchen smelt heavenly, Monica had been baking all afternoon and there was a
selection of cakes and pastries spread over the counter. Dropping his suit
jacket on the back of his chair, he leant forward and grabbed a miniature apple
tart, still warm from the oven and shoved a good two thirds of it in his