Fisher (Prince of Tigers, #3) - Kathi S. Barton Page 0,57

the computers is not work related. She’s going to have to cut that in half. Kylan asked him why he seemed like she didn’t want to do it. The company shows a great deal of profit. The work that comes from their employees is great. She’s afraid if they can’t fool around on the computer when they want, that production will go down, and people won’t be as gung ho about working for some kind of fun sucker.

She might be right. I know a few people that work from home. They also have their games set up so that when they want, they can just pop over and play a round of poker or something along those lines. Terry told me he’s getting far more work done in a day because he has an outlet when he needs a break. I guess when he was working in an office, like this company, they took his fun away. Their profit margin dropped by several points the very next day. Fisher said he’d tell Piper that when she came back in. How’s it working out with the queen? I have to tell you; I might well have been the same way about it being a dream. Someone might have mentioned that to you when you got the position.

It’s all right. We’ve had to go there once more, but not to defend the castle. Aurora gifted us some gems to have broken down and sold off. Kylan asked him what his plans for the gems were. We’ve started this huge undertaking, giving care packages to some of the people in prison. It’s not much, not really, but the first bunch we sent out were well received. It’s a couple of books and some sweets. Also some socks and a voucher for the commissary. I think it’s about twenty bucks. Enough, I was told, to get them a few things they might want. It’s something Piper is very focused on, and it’s been a great deal of fun for the faeries. They’re loading the boxes with the things we get in. She and Dad are working on some ways to get some donations of things.

Sounds like she’s getting some things done. How do you feel about this? Fisher laughed. You miss her, don’t you? I can tell by your tone that you miss the hell out of having her all to yourself.

That’s it exactly. But I also know this is going to help a great many people. They’ve done wrong, don’t get me wrong about that. However, I also think that sometimes just having a little something like a candy bar can make your day go from shitty to not so bad. And in prison, I would imagine every day is shitty. Kylan agreed with him. If you get home in time, come over for dinner. I don’t have a clue what we’re having, but it’ll be fun having you around. You can tell Piper about the newborns. You have pictures, I’m betting.

I do, as a matter of fact. Also, she can watch them grow on the Internet. They were both laughing. I’m wide awake now, so I think I’ll see about coming home now. Sleeping in my own bed sounds a lot better than staying here for no other reason.

Kylan was home by eight-thirty and went to his bed. Falling onto it, he didn’t even bother with blankets or the pillow. Willing his clothing away, Kylan was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

~*~

Benson waited for someone to let him into his home. He’d been doing a great deal of soul searching the last few days, mostly about himself and what a monumental prick he was. There wasn’t any doubt about it either. Working for him must have been a nightmare. Even doing business with him hadn’t been any better, he’d bet.

“Sir?” He told Billy, their butler, that Denise had asked him to come over. “Yes sir, she told us, but you’re not wearing a suit?”

“I’m not.” Benson laughed a little bit. “I guess I never realized how uncomfortable I’d been all these years. I enjoy this new look for me. What do you think?”

“You look relaxed.” Billy flushed a bright red. “I’m sorry, sir. I shouldn’t have said that. It was unprofessional of me.”

“It was honest, and I’m happy to hear it. Thank you.” He came into the house and noticed that Denise had been busy. “She’s keeping you on your toes, I can see. It looks lovely. As