They actually did quite well for the rest of the afternoon, in Fraser's opinion. She seemed to listen to at least one voice of authority and that satisfied Fraser for a few hours, just being in the same room as her didn't appear to be such a task anymore. That didn't mean he liked her! ... She was just more tolerable. And so he sat. Quite content, filling out reports and signing documents until his fingers were numb and she did the same. Over the other side of the room.
Threads of her hair wisped in front of her face as she lent into the paper to concentrate, she bit her tongue gently and a small grin twitched the corners of lips. She was obviously rapt on the document in front of her. With eyes squinting, she dotted the last sentence she had written. She was concentrating….
On signing her name….
On stock reports….
Something was wrong.
Looking at her with an intense glare, Fraser rubbed his ear and cleared his throat. Her head shot up and she grinned sweetly.
Something was defiantly wrong.
"What are you doing?" he asked with a dangerous tone.
"Signing stock reports, sir," she said pleasantly.
He couldn't press further without any more proof that she was doing something wrong but that didn't stop the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. However, without going over and taking the paper off her, there was nothing he could do but carry on with his own paperwork. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, only one more hour.
He signed a couple of reports with a pleased flick of his pen and put another few pieces of paper into the outbox. Just another few and he'll have a break.
The sound of the scratching of a pen invaded his ears. He looked up willing himself to be calm and looked in her direction…
She was scribbling. Frantically.
"Williams?" he questioned with a raise of his eyebrow.
She startled and immediately covered her paper with her arms guiltily. "Yes sir?"
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing,"
"Can I see?"
"No,"
"Why not?"
She shifted uncomfortably. "It's personal,"
"It's a stock report,"
"A woman's stock report is dear to her," she said huffily "It's something I wouldn't expect you to understand,"
"Give it here," he holding out his hand.
"No,"
"Give it!"
"No,"
"Williams," he growled.
"Fraser," she said mocking his tone.
He pounced from his desk and her eyes went wide. She hurriedly dodged his lurch for the paper and jumped over the other side of the desk. He made a lunge for the paper while she attempting to hold over her head but his superior height gave him advantage. She realised this and hopped onto the desk itself.
Fraser sighed and rubbed his eyebrow. "Hand me the paper,"
"Why do you want it?"
He jumped to try and snatch it…and that's when Thatcher opened the door to his office.
She looked shocked for a second then she closed her mouth and glared at the two of them. "I'll come back later," she said and closed the door again.