Time Off Request and Bank Deposits [Brock Michaels]

[Grey (DELETED 5068)]

‹Grey› It was four o'clock in the morning and Grey's body ached. She had been on her side for most of it, contorted into a position that caused her thighs to be squished between the interior nooks and cranny's as she detailed an automobile on such short notice that she almost wanted to tell the client that was sent over by Brock to stuff it - she was no ******* maid. But, in a way, she was. She was that and more. He paid her pay check and she just gave the woman with a fancy purse and the click clack of heels a tight smile and scrubbed hard on the blood without bothering to question just what had happened. No, her arms throbbed and she had made the deposit at the bank of a few thousand dollars for work done on short notice. Her hair was up in a sloppy bun, her hand smelled like products that couldn't be anything but industrial grade, and she shoved herself through that open doorway of the Auto Docs' shop in that nearly open all night mall. "Brock?" She gave an exasperated yell for her boss.

‹Brock Michaels› The engine block hung on the rack as painted nails turned a ratchet wrench. the 2009 Pontiac Firebird sat pon the lift while the man worked on the engine. Greese stains painted the man's cheeks as much as his makeup. He cracked his knuckles as he prepped to move the rig back to the car when his heavily inked arms began to itch. "What's wrong Grey," the man asked as he scratched his wrist slightly*

‹Grey› She swallowed hard and came to stand beside the lift. She watched Brock, trying to catch herself and be as observant as always. With a deep breath, she didn't say anything right away. She bit her lower lip and couldn't help but spew her question right away. "I dropped Gresse's deposit in the bank. Got that woman all tidied up and shipped off in her Mercedes. I just... Well. I want to know if it's alright if I take some time. Not like... A vacation. But, I have some things to tie up."

‹Brock Michaels› She wanted time off. He glanced at the work orders that sat on the wall. There was a lot of work to do, but nothing that he and the others couldn't hand handle. me pushed the engine block over to the car and began to drop in place. "Considering you've built up nearly 3 months of vacation time, and haven't used a single day of it, I see no reason why not."

‹Grey› "I can stay until the end of the week. But..." Grey immediately started helping Brock. Why could she talk to him more easily than any other family members? Was it because he seemed to accept her for who she was? Because he never expected anything from her except hard, decent work. Her hands started manipulating the engine block, letting it over and setting it down with that superhuman ease to her arms. "I can get some of this work out of the way. I promise. I hope no more than a week. Maybe two." She clenched her jaw as fingers worked.

[Brock Michaels]

‹Brock Michaels› "Nah, don't worry about it. It's nothing we can't handle here. Take as much time you need." Once the block was lowered into empty car. He grabbed a rough cloth and began to whipe his hands off. "Take that time, have fun and relax. And seriously, we got this here."

‹Grey› "Hopefully, it won't have to be too long. I've got some business back in the states to try and take care of." There was almost a grimace on Grey's face and she simply went into motion with fingers twisting metal. She already smelled like oil and grease and didn't think anything else of it as she spoke. "I... I want to thank you, Brock. For everything, you know." She straightened then, rubbing her hands on her jeans. "You mean a lot to me. I couldn't of gotten by without your support." Financial or otherwise.

‹Brock Michaels› "No worries, I'm glad to have been of some help. Besides, you've done an amazing job of learning how to mess about cars as well." Brock grabbed his wrench from the table and began ratcheting in place. "Don't work too hard back in the states, I still do need you here to help out."

‹Grey› "I don't plan on working, really. Just going there to ... tie up loose ends. Finish what I left there." Grey nodded, the bun bounced around a bit. Her shoulders were certainly crunched beneath the hood of the vehicle. "I wouldn't want to work for anyone other than myself. Your pay is fantastic, anyways. No one could steal me away for long." She gave Brock a wink as she helped him secure the engine block.

‹Brock Michaels› "Well, I'm certainly glad for that.What do you say we leave the rest for another day and get some rest, cause damn i could use a nice bubble bath." he grinned and straightened up, cracking his neck and back in the process.

‹Grey› "Yes. Another day." She smiled to Brock and finished wiping her hands on her jeans. She came over to him as he straightened up and managed to give him a quick hug before he could protest too much.

‹Brock Michaels› He let her hug him before scratching his arm. "I think you do that just make me itchy," he laughed.

‹Grey› "You like being itchy. That's why you still employ me - your best mechanic. You can't afford to fire me." She gave him a wink and stepped back. Of course, she'd miss him while she was gone.

‹Brock Michaels› He gently patted her head. "It's I can't fire anyone who works for me."

‹Grey› "Good to know, I think." She tried to avoid the pat on his head like she was a child instead of a young woman. But she took in that makeup face and the inked arms and shook her head. She was so glad she wasn't the only walking contradiction. "Oh, Brock. You have no idea." And with that, she'd give him the bank's deposit slip from her back jean pocket and grab a few things from her locker as she left.