<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvwgmhwKEl1r2c7ulo1_500-6.png)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Jaid Samantha Black</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">These Boots are Made for Walking</span><br/>Tagging: Prudance, anyone</span></span></div><br/><br/><br/>Jaid was tingling inside, it was the same feeling she got whenever something good went her way, and this was no exception.  She had the stifle the knowing smile, wanting to continue on the track of family.  The closer her charges were to the others, the stronger they'd be; it was a lesson she'd eventually teach to P.J and to her sisters.  But there was a time to push an agenda, and than there wasn't, and this was not the time.  So she let it go, content with planting a seed, instead of a full blown epiphany.<br/><br/>"<strong>I do love my family and I will keep that in mind, Jaid. I would be happy to have you. To have you helping me. There are times I think I need my own assistant. Would you mind helping out from time to time back here? Wyatt usually does a lot but he leaves all the paperwork to me. Are you experienced with filing or copying? General office work?</strong>"<br/><br/>And here was her in, not that she thought about it in such calculating terms.  She genuinely liked P.J, and her other charges, the closer they became, the more useful she could be to them, the further they could go as a family.  She felt at peace thinking that.  So her smile turned excited, and her head nodded enthusiastically.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh yes!  I...well my mother used to be a school teacher, so I know a lot about filing, copying, and general office work.  And I'd be more than happy to help you.</strong>"  She rummaged around in one of her free pocket's, pulling out an unused order slip, before leaning over the desk to snag a pen, scribbling the numbers to a cell phone she carried.<br/><br/>"<strong>You probably have my number on file, but just in case, here it is again.  Use it anytime.</strong>"  By the time she finished talking, P.J was standing next to her, and held it out for the darker haired woman to take.