momoftwins13
Off The Beaten Path
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Logan Downes
Age 24
5'2, 110 lbs, dark brown waist length hair, sparkling blue eyes, athletic, tan, Knockout curves
Logan shuffled through the papers on the desk again. "Daddy" she said into the phone, "I'll be damned if I see it here... I see proposals and permits for a lot but not that site... Oh... Wait... Hold on. Here it is... What? Ugh yeah I'll take it out there... It'll be there in 25 minutes".
She hung up the phone with a slam. Sometimes working for your dad was not all it was cracked up to be. Not only was she expected to be his maid, receptionist and personal chef around the office but now she was his delivery person because he couldn't remember to send the right paperwork to a job site, and the inspector was threatening to shut down the site since the permit wasn't present.
Groaning she grabbed her purse and threw a grey "Downes Contracting Inc" hooded sweatshirt on over her clingy shirt and tight jeans. It was chilly out... A perfect October day.
She slid behind the wheel of her GMC Sierra and cranked up the country music before hitting the gas and heading to the site. It dawned on her that this site was under their new foreman... She had yet to meet him and couldn't remember his name.
20 minutes later she wheeled in to the grass on the side of the road and parked seeing the crew working. She got out and was greeted by several old faces who had been there forever, one man, George in particular.
"Whew, darlin. You're a sight for sore eyes in them right jeans. Your daddy would flip his lid".
Logan smiled and rolled her eyes. "Theyre just jeans George... Where's the foreman? I got y'alls permit here".
The older gentleman smiled and pointed her towards the back of the building site. Sighing she headed that way, cowgirl boots crunching in the gravel as she asked.
She saw a man she didn't recognize with his back to her and thought he must be a new crew member. Most foremen were older with belly pooches. This man was in excellent shape it appeared.
"Hey hon, do you know where the foreman is?"
Age 24
5'2, 110 lbs, dark brown waist length hair, sparkling blue eyes, athletic, tan, Knockout curves
Logan shuffled through the papers on the desk again. "Daddy" she said into the phone, "I'll be damned if I see it here... I see proposals and permits for a lot but not that site... Oh... Wait... Hold on. Here it is... What? Ugh yeah I'll take it out there... It'll be there in 25 minutes".
She hung up the phone with a slam. Sometimes working for your dad was not all it was cracked up to be. Not only was she expected to be his maid, receptionist and personal chef around the office but now she was his delivery person because he couldn't remember to send the right paperwork to a job site, and the inspector was threatening to shut down the site since the permit wasn't present.
Groaning she grabbed her purse and threw a grey "Downes Contracting Inc" hooded sweatshirt on over her clingy shirt and tight jeans. It was chilly out... A perfect October day.
She slid behind the wheel of her GMC Sierra and cranked up the country music before hitting the gas and heading to the site. It dawned on her that this site was under their new foreman... She had yet to meet him and couldn't remember his name.
20 minutes later she wheeled in to the grass on the side of the road and parked seeing the crew working. She got out and was greeted by several old faces who had been there forever, one man, George in particular.
"Whew, darlin. You're a sight for sore eyes in them right jeans. Your daddy would flip his lid".
Logan smiled and rolled her eyes. "Theyre just jeans George... Where's the foreman? I got y'alls permit here".
The older gentleman smiled and pointed her towards the back of the building site. Sighing she headed that way, cowgirl boots crunching in the gravel as she asked.
She saw a man she didn't recognize with his back to her and thought he must be a new crew member. Most foremen were older with belly pooches. This man was in excellent shape it appeared.
"Hey hon, do you know where the foreman is?"
