KillJoy

There was only one real answer as to why Joy would be back in the building - she had to just be visiting her mother, or coming to meet her for lunch or something.

Right?

“Way to give us a heads up, Becks,” Gemma muttered grabbing her phone and opening it and quickly typing.

“It’s fine,” you said. “We’re fine. It’s already Wednesday, would she really wait this long to try and pull something?”

“Or it’s only Wednesday,” Sabrina pointed out. “And she’s been scheming since Saturday to get us caught in a horrible net of lies and half-truths.”

That did sound like Joy.

Gemma’s phone pinged and she looked at it. “Becks didn’t know she was here,” Gemma said. “She must have used a back exit or something.”

“Great,” you mumbled. “The conniving bitch also knows about multiple ways to get in here.”

“So what are we going to do?” Sabrina asked.

“Nothing,” Gemma said. “We don’t draw any attention to ourselves. We just work like nothing is the matter. That’s what Garrison would want anyways, right? If anything goes down, we have to make sure it was her fault.”

You and Sabrina agreed, and the three of you went back to work.

It only took Joy five minutes to come back around and show her evil hag face.

She knocked but didn’t wait at the door to the conference room, breezing her way in with a snide smile. “Well, well, well, look who it is,” she said. “Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dumb, and Tweedle Dick.” She was dressed in an outfit that never would have flown when she was interning in the law office - it was a flowy, silky summer dress that barely covered her ass and showed off her legs, and had a decent amount of cleavage up top. You could only assume it was seen as more appropriate to wear something like that at the fashion magazine offices her mother had gotten her a job at.

“Funny,” you said. “How long did it take you to come up with that one?”

“Hmm,” she hummed with a snotty pout of a grin. “So what, did you three get downgraded from digitization and keyword searches to just sorting old boxes of crap?”

“That’s literally none of your business,” Sabrina said.

“Whatever,” Joy said, stepping forward and starting to look at the papers on top of one of the sorted stacks.

“Stop,” Gemma said, stepping forward and wedging herself partially between Joy and the table. “You don’t work here, you can’t just start pawing through legal documents.”

“Ugh, get out of my face, you hairy bitch,” Joy scoffed. “I can do whatever I damn well want, and none of you can stop me.”

“She’s right, Joy,” you said. “Get out of the room. We don’t want you here, and these documents aren’t something you can just start reading.”

“Fuck off, you limp dick snake,” Joy hissed. “Make me.”

“I will if I have to,” Gemma said, pushing herself forward a bit more until she was chest-to-chest with Joy. Joy’s heels gave her more height than Gemma, but your girlfriend wasn’t a skinny twig with tits like Joy. Gemma’s curves were natural she was athletic underneath them, so the brief brush sent Joy stumbling backwards slightly.

“What the fuck, you bitch!” Joy shouted loudly. Too loudly. “You just assaulted me.”

You rolled your eyes, then turned to glance at Sabrina but she was already heading out of the conference room by the other set of doors at the far end, heading out into the hallway. That left you to back up Gemma, and you stepped forward as Joy continued to crow about having been assaulted. Some of the Associates and Jr Partners were starting to peek out of their offices at the raucous she was causing.

“I’ll sue your ass off!” Joy shouted. “You can’t put your hands on me like that. And you spit on me too. That’s aggravated assault. I’ll get you deported!”

You probably shouldn’t have, but you snorted. And once you snorted, you started giggling. You couldn’t stop it.

It was all just so… ridiculous.

Gemma looked over at you confused for a moment, then cracked a grin and started trying not to giggle herself.

“Stop laughing at me! I’ll make sure you’re charged with everything under the sun. You’ll be calling the Australian consulate begging them to get you out of this.”

“What the hell is going on in here?” one of the Jr Partners said loudly as he stepped into the room. You vaguely knew his name was something that started with an O. O’Malley, O’Brien… something like that. He didn’t order for the coffee run so you never interacted with him.

“This bully just put her hands on me,” Joy cried, pointing accusingly and Gemma.

You literally had to go down to one knee, you were wheezing so hard from trying to stop yourself from laughing.

“It’s- She’s faking,” Gemma got out in between her own suppressed giggles.

“I am not!” Joy shouted.

“What the hell is going on in here?” raged a new voice. It was Bellagamba. Joy’s mother’s face looked like a stormcloud had met a tsunami.

“Mother, I told you she was horrible,” Joy cried, her big crocodile tears finally kicking in. “She pushed me hard, I almost cracked my head on the window. For no reason!”

“Stop laughing!” Bellagamba shouted at you, and then she turned on Gemma. “And how dare you put your hands on my daughter. You are f-”

“What the hell is going on in here?” Garrison’s voice beat the Jr Partner and Bellagamba in thick base and pure volume.

Joy opened her mouth to make her accusation again.

“Why are you in this room? You don’t work here and it’s full of proprietary documents,” Garrison said, pointing a thick finger at Joy. “Get out.”

Joy snapped her mouth shut. The tone of Garrison’s voice was clear that her waterworks, banshee routine wouldn’t move him. That and Sabrina was standing right behind him in the doorway.

“This isn’t-” Bellagamba started, but Garrison levelled a glare at her that would have made you shit your pants if it had been turned on you. As it was your laughter had died when he first walked in and bellowed.

“We’ll talk about this after lunch,” Garrison said cooly to Bellagamba.

Joy’s mother grabbed her hand and hauled her out of the room. Sabrina did a pretty good job of not sneering at them both as they had to walk past her. They went in the quickest direction of the elevators.

“Sir, I-” Gemma started.

Garrison held up a hand, interrupting her. “Wait a few minutes, then take a long lunch,” he sighed. “You’ll be here late with the overtime anyways.”

“Thank you, sir,” Gemma said.

He just sort of gave a grunt and stalked out of the conference room, and many of the looky-loos in the hallway filtered away.

“What the hell was that?” the Jr Partner asked you, Gemma and Sabrina as the only other person left in the room.

“Honestly, you don’t want to know,” you told him.

It looked like he did, in fact, want to know. Just not enough to actually get involved, so he left.

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