Spilling His Guts

“It started four years ago,” Jacobs explained. He’d gotten control of himself now and he looked more exhausted than anything else. Garrison had pulled him out of the IT office and down the hall to an open meeting room and you, Sabrina and Gemma had just sort of followed along since you hadn’t been sent away. “At first I thought it was just innocent stuff. I had a girlfriend. Joy was just kind of flirty whenever she had to come by the IT office. I thought it wasn’t anything, and just sort of took it as a compliment. Then the next year, when she was back, she went right back to it and this time she went harder. And I- God, I was such an idiot, but it felt good to be wanted. I’ve been with my wife for seven years now, four by that second summer.”

“You slept with an intern?” Garrison asked bluntly.

“No!” Jacobs said. “God, no. But I flirted back, and Joy got my number from my email signature and started texting me. At first, I thought it was just friendly stuff, but then I realized I was hiding it from Jenny and knew it was wrong so I tried to stop it. Then Joy sent me a nude picture, and… I was weak and didn’t tell her to stop. When I finally did she got pissed at me and threatened to tell my girlfriend and get me fired, and I panicked. I could erase everything from my phone, but I couldn’t do anything about hers since she was using a personal phone and not a company one.

“Then she came to me about halfway through that summer and said I had to pay up. She made me search for an email and delete it. She’d been the one to send it so I assumed it was something embarrassing and this would be the end of it, but then she came back twice more for me to do it again. Then another few times last year.”

Garrison sighed loudly through his nose, a long sound that spoke of irritation and annoyance. “And there’s no way to get those emails back?”

Jacobs shook his head. “I scraped every trace of them from the servers, accounts and devices. Unless someone saw them right when they got sent, it was like they were never there.”

“Alright,” Garrison sighed and stood. “Go back to work. Obviously this is a major problem, but I’m not going to just lash out and fire you. If you want any shot at keeping your job you’re going to stay silent about this until I say otherwise, got it?”

“Yes, sir,” Jacobs nodded.

“Then don’t screw it up,” he said. Then he turned to you and the girls as if he’d forgotten you were even there. “You three go back down to the conference room. Don’t say anything to anyone about this. I’m going to need to call in a Partners meeting and it might take some time to get that together. Breathe a word of it and everything else goes away.”

“Understood, sir,” you nodded.

“Yes, sir,” Gemma and Sabrina both answered.

He dismissed you, and the three of you wound your way back through the halls towards the elevators, but you tugged the girls over to the heavy door to the stairs. Despite the nice furnishings of the legal offices, the stairs to the building were hard concrete and steel girders and little else, so as the door shut behind you with a massive clang and echo you were going to have to keep your voices down.

“Holy shit,” Gemma hissed quietly. “Holy fucking shit!”

“She is so fucked,” Sabrina nodded.

“Probably,” you agreed. “But maybe not. We need to be careful.”

Gemma took a breath and nodded. “She’s a snake. She might have planned for this or something. And we don’t know if her Mom is in on it.”

“Fuick, you’re right,” Sabrina whispered. “Shit. OK. What do we do next?”

“Nothing,” you said. “We do what Garrison said. That’s the only way we don’t risk screwing everything up. He knows, he believes us. That should be enough for now.”

“OK,” Sabrina said. “OK. So we wait.”

“Well,” Gemma said quietly as the three of you started walking down the stairs. “There is <I>one</I> other thing we could do.”

“What’s that?” you asked as you reached the mid-floor flight.

“Celebrate just a little,” Gemma grinned, and then she pushed you up against the wall of the stairwell and kissed you with full tongue. When she finally pulled away she was grinning ear to ear. “Good morning, baby.”

“Morning, Gem,” you said. She laughed and wiped her thumb over your lip to scrub away a tiny mark of her lipstick.

“Freedom,” Sabrina faux-yelled, doing a Braveheart impression quietly, then gave you a sweet kiss of her own.

The three of you went down the next flight of stairs together holding hands, then split apart as you entered the office floor. You split up, Gemma heading to the washroom and Sabrina going with you to the conference room. When you entered she quickly slipped to Gemma’s seat and grabbed her purse, then headed out again to meet her. Kissing like that had left Gemma’s lipstick smudged a little and fixing it was safer than raising questions.

Joy wasn’t in the conference room when the two of you returned, and once Sabrina had left again and you were sitting down Eric turned to you. “So? What the fuck is going on?”

“Not entirely sure,” you fudged the truth. “Garrison is on the warpath though. Where did Joy go?”

“She was all pissy for a few minutes after you guys left with Garrison and then she stormed out,” Eric said.

“Probably went to tell off her Mom,” Andy said. “Some people just don’t respect their elders.”

You and Eric just sort of looked at the dopey stoner for a long moment.

Gemma and Sabrina came back to the conference room a few minutes later, and Eric asked them the same thing but they gave him even less.

Then Joy came back about 30 minutes later.

You weren’t sure what made you more warry, the fact that she looked like she’d been crying her eyes out, or that she had a big shit-eating grin on her face.

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