Let's stay in the office for now. We'll get to his family

Jason is enjoying his day off. He's cum twice this morning and he has time to enjoy himself. He tried to stop using his power and have fun the old fashioned way (Solitaire and 3D Space Cadet Pinball that he asked Kaylee to reinstall on his work PC) but he kept getting distracted and losing. He kept being tempted to ask something like "is the a red jack going to come up in the next draw?" but resisted cheating. It would be very easy to start relying on this power for everything, but decided it wasn't nearly as fun to move totally off the rails. For the same reason, he decides he doesn't want to give up his job. Giving up playing games and giving in to thinking about the most powerful toy he'd ever had, he comes to the conclusion that he actually does enjoy his job, and probably needs that kind of counterbalance anyway. Well, after today. And he is certainly not taking away his clients' ability to use the online portal again.

So, if he's not going to give up his ordinary life at work, it might be time for some more quality of life updates. First, he makes sure nothing he does can get him removed by the other partners. They may look on things with disgust (certain things he's counting on), but the idea of removing him as a partner will never cross their minds. Second, he gives himself some level of financial certainty. His job is, effectively, being really good at gambling. Which is only fun if you can lose, but it is never fun to lose everything. So he makes sure that nothing he does with people's money will result in a total loss, or a total loss in their confidence in him. He wonders if he just added some kind of magical stability to the US economy, and pats himself on the back for it.

That out of the way, he decides on his next test: do his questions have to be verbal? It isn't hard to decide on a question. He shoots a quick Slack message to the general office chat.

Jason T: Hey quick question. Are you all okay with Kaylee having sex in the middle off the office?

'Yasmine A and Henry K are typing...'

Yasmine A: What the fuck Jason is this a joke? Not okay

Henry K: Conference room. Now.

Jason heads to the room immediately, ready to fix things. Failed test, good to know. Questions have to be out loud. At her desk, Kaylee has her feet up, leaning back. She's typing something on her phone. As he passes, she spreads her legs just a little, but not enough that he can actually see anything. She'd tell him all kinds of things (though now he wonders how much detail her stories got into), but she wouldn't even show him her panties. As he approaches the conference room he checks his phone. He had a direct message from Kaylee.

Kaylee O: My stories not good enough for you? Now you want to watch?

Jason is the first one in the room. This isn't a surprise, but he wishes they'd hurry up. Leaving him waiting, to stew is the oldest trick in the book and those two knew how to play it. Leaving him there means time to reflect. It demonstrates control on their part, and puts up a barrier in front of their usual work relationship. They're in charge and he will have to respect that. He won't, mind you. Not the kind loss of power that he gets off on. "Haven't I had enough time to stew?" he asks, taking a seat at the head of the table.

Quickly the other two come in, glaring. Yasmine in particular is fuming, though it does nothing to diminish how hot she is, still in that dress. Jason wonders if it's damaged her reputation with any clients yet this morning. Henry glances at her and decides to take initiative.

"Look, Jason, I don't know what made you ask that, but you have to understand why we have to nip this in the bud, yes? That is not the kind of thing you can say about your employee. Hell, it's not something you can say about anyone professionally. We've worked together long enough to know that you know that."

Jason is about to speak when Yasmine cuts him off. "The most disrespectful thing I'd ever seen. I thought I could trust you. I thought I could trust you to be there for Kaylee. You're just another sack of shit though aren't..."

"You both are, though, right? Okay with her fucking wherever she wants?" Jason asks. The change that came over them is immediate. Yasmine's whole demeanor shifts so fast it's as though Jason had blacked out for a moment. In one instant she's got her hackles up, muscles tense, ready to physically attack if need be. The next, as if during a blink, she's relaxed with a pleasant, friendly expression. Henry doesn't change as noticeably, but there's certainly a weight off his shoulders.

"Of course. She's a grown woman, and you know how casual we are here. I just called you in to make sure you know that's not the kind of thing you're supposed to put in writing. It's technically illegal, so you can't leave a paper trail," Henry says.

"Seriously, let a girl get her rocks off," Yasmine shrugs, "If she gets her jollies in public, more power to her."

"Isn't it more than that? Don't you both think it's super hot how she can seduce any of my clients and convince them to fuck her in the middle of the office?" Jason asks. He might as well spread the love. "Didn't you encourage me to hire her because you could tell she was a massive slut?"