Finishing Work

“I think those should go over there, and then these ones can stack in numerical order here,” Sabrina directed you as the two of you were shifting boxes around.

You were on the last few files and Gemma was quickly going through them, so you and Sabrina had shifted to trying to make the entire system understandable for Garrison and the Associates in the morning. The entire outside of the conference room was now ringed with the file boxes, and you were doing the muscle work of lifting and moving things while Sabrina was writing out labels on sticky notes to make it all as easy as possible.

“That’s a good point,” you said. “But if we’re doing it numerically we should shift the dated tax boxes over there to make some more room.”

“Fuck, true,” Sabrina sighed. “OK.”

You got to work but then stopped when Gemma let out a loud, long sigh. When you looked over she was leaning back in her chair with her palms over her eyes.

“Something wrong?” you asked.

“Nope,” she shook her head, still with her hands over her eyes. “I just finished the last file.”

“Sweet!” Sabrina said, skipping around the table and hugging her.

“Why am I hearing a ‘but’ coming?” you asked.

“I thought we agreed no anal,” Sabrina smirked.

“Harrharr,” you rolled your eyes.

“It’s not a ‘but,’” Gemma said, dropping her hands and blinking a few times before gesturing to the file in front of her. “More like an ‘and.’”

“So, and what?” Sabrina asked, picking up the file and starting to skim through it.

“And I think I found something that Garrison is going to want,” Gemma said. “Maybe something that they were hiding on purpose.”

“In the last file of the last box?” you asked.

Gemma shrugged. “It’s just as likely as the first box, or any of the ones in the middle.”

“Holy shit,” Sabrina said, still reading.

“What is it?” you asked.

“A memo about health and safety issues,” Gemma said. “The way it reads, someone asked for something someone said to be in writing, and some middle manager somewhere actually put it in writing. It’s… I mean, it’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. Or maybe there already is one.”

“Shiiiiiit,” you said, pursing your lips as you thought it through. Garrison handled a lot of different corporate business and this entire time you’d been assuming that these files were for some sort of merger situation. He’d purposefully not told you what you were supposed to be looking for, and now you understood why. If this was for a merger, you might have skimmed over a memo like that since it was fiducial. If it was for a lawsuit, you might have skimmed over other stuff while looking for anything related to finance.

If it was for something else, finding any sort of fishy memo was like a smoking gun.

“Do we tell Garrison now, or…?” Sabrina hedged.

“It’s almost midnight,” you said. “Him and the Associates are starting on this first thing tomorrow. I say we leave it out with a note, otherwise he might start wondering why we were here so late.”

“So what you’re saying is we maybe should have finished work before fucking in the office,” Gemma said, looking over at Sabrina.

“Well, if we did it that way, we may not have been able to fuck in here at all!” Sabrina pointed out.

“She’s not wrong,” Gemma said, turning back to you like a tennis referee watching a match.

“Hey, I’m not complaining here,” you said, holding up your hands. “I’m just stating the facts.”

“Whatever,” Gemma said. “We leave it out with a note and say we think this is probably important.”

You all agreed and soon you, Gemma and Sabrina were working together to finish the great Box Sorting and labelling. Just before you left for the night, you changed your mind about the file.

“Let’s leave it on his desk,” you said. “With a note. Or one of the Associates might come in and steal our thunder.”

“They wouldn’t,” Gemma frowned.

“Are you kidding?” Sabrina said. “Come on, babe. They are lawyers. Sharks. All of them.”

You and Gemma looked at Sabrina.

“OK, fine, they aren’t that bad,” she chuckled. “But seriously, they are all trying to make Partner, and Garrison has a lot of sway. We’re just interns.”

“Point taken,” Gemma said. “OK, let’s leave it on his desk.”

Gemma wrote the note and the three of you dropped it off before heading to the elevators. Just as you were arriving you were surprised to hear the elevator ding - the three of you came face to face with a trio of cleaners, all six of you stopping in your tracks.

“Hi,” you said. “Late night. Have a good shift!”

“You too,” the woman who looked like she was in charge said after eyeing the three of you up and down and deciding you didn’t look like vandals or anything.

You, Gemma and Sabrina piled into the elevator and pressed the ground floor button.

“See, if we’d waited-”

“We get it, Sabrina,” you said with a little laugh.

The lobby was dark except for some lights right at the door, and another couple down one of the corridors where a janitor's closet was propped open. At the front door you had to go through a side door with a crash bar on it since all the main doors were locked.

“So… I think the buses have stopped running at this time of night,” Sabrina said.

“Guess we need to Uber it,” you said.

“Actually, with Eric and Lucy going out tonight… Can I crash with one of you?” Gemma asked.

“Of course,” you said.

“I’m in,” Sabrina grinned.

“We are planning on just sleeping, right?” you asked. “It’s late already and we have work in the morning.”

“Obviously,” Sabrina said as she pulled up Uber and ordered you all a ride.

“I’m going to need a shower first,” Gemma said.

“Want some company?” Sabrina grinned.

“Always,” Gemma said.

“Am I invited?” you asked.

“You can watch,” Sabrina said. “Like you said, we need to sleep.”

“That sounds fair to me,” Gemma said with a teasing crinkle to her nose.

You rolled your eyes and pretended to pout, making the two of them laugh.

“Shower, blowjob, bedtime snack, and then sleep,” Gemma negotiated.

“Is the bedtime snack a quick protein shake?” Sabrina asked with a bite of her lips.

“Isn’t that what the blowjob is for?” you asked.

“We’re going to be tired tomorrow morning, aren’t we?” Gemma asked rhetorically.

“Love you,” Sabrina said, hugging Gemma from the side.

“Love you too, nympho,” Gemma chuckled and hugged her back.

Thankfully, Sabrina got herself under control so that you didn’t embarrass the Uber driver, who appreciated having some clean and sober customers on a Thursday night.

If only he knew how filthy your minds were.

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