Well, I did another one.


Jim hates these stupid parties almost as much as he does. It's not that there's something inherently wrong with them, it's more about the people. Because Jim is a natural charmer, Chris didn't really understand why she would have such a problem until now. Though she had a beautiful smile on her face, she was becoming increasingly annoyed with the small group of women in her face.

"Are you planning on following you father's footsteps?" he overheard someone ask.

"My father?" Jim asked incredulously. "Or do you mean Chris?"

"Uh, ladies," Chris said, jumping in and wrapping an arm around Jim's waist.

"Hey, darling," she said, smiling up at him in that way she does. "These lovely ladies were just asking how I felt about taking after my father but I'm pretty sure they meant you."

"Me, your father? That would be weird," he chuckled.

"Not to mention incestuous. I mean, I don't know about anyone else but I'm pretty sure being engaged to your dad is a big no-no," Jim said with as straight a face as she could muster.

"Engaged?" one of the women asked.

"Yes, engaged. I'm not his daughter. And, to answer your question, my father is dead but I'm already like him. Now, if you'll excuse us, I'm gonna take my fiancé home and have my way with him."

"They're gonna be talking about that forever," Chris laughed as soon as they made their way outside the pretentious hotel where the party was being held.

"Maybe but they'll never mistake you for my dad again," she smiled. "The idiots do know that I work for the same company you do, right? I mean, am I that easy to miss?"

"No, you're not. Though, to be fair, you do keep a low profile around the office."

"Better to do my job that way," Jim pointed out. "That still doesn't mean they can just say whatever they want. What if I really was your daughter?"

"They're just being gossips, sweetheart, don't worry about it."

"I don't worry about gossip. I worry that one of them is going to do or say something that I have to fix later."

"Crisis management is your job."

"And I have more important things to worry about," Jim said with a smirk.

"Like what?" Chris asked as he draped his suit jacket over her shoulders.

"Like how long it would take me to get you out of the rest of this."