Jack's POV
"Your mother is on the line." Taylor said as he walked into my office.
I sighed, dropping the files I was working on, rubbing at my eyes before I said anything. "I've told her to stop calling me when I'm at work."
"Tell that boy to stop giving me attitude." My mother's voice screamed from Taylor's phone. "I didn't carry him for nine months to not be able to reach out to him when I want to."
I blushed, glaring at Taylor and hating the amused smirk on his face. "Why didn't you tell me that my mother can hear me?" I mouthed.
"I told you she was on the line, didn't I?" He shrugged, not feeling at all repentant.
The naughty silly goose. I wanted to kick him up into the moon. "I will get back at you for this." I threatened.
He chuckled. "She said it was important. I had no choice but to bring the call to you."
"You should have ended the call before coming here and have me call her."
"Would you have?" He arched his eyebrows at me.
