Water closet chat

I don’t hear anything from Victoria, so after finishing some usual tasks, I start looking around for someone to talk to. I see Tom the intern walking to the restroom. His cubicle is close enough to the conference room that he might have seen things. I decide it is a good place to start. I straighten my desk, then hurry in after him.

Tom is at a urinal. I take one, leaving an empty urinal between us.

“Morning, Tom.” I do my best to open up my bladder, but nothing comes forth.

“Hi, Warren.” He nods.

“Hey, on Friday, Victoria was in a foul mood after her presentation. Did you hear anything about how it went?”

He thought back to Friday and shivered. “I think she was mad even before the meeting. I ran for cover when she plowed through the commons.” He stared out into space remembering more details. “Then she had trouble getting into the conference room. I think the door was locked. You know how small things can set her off? She looked pretty mad about that, too. She had to wait for like ten seconds for someone inside to open it. I pretended not to see her, she knows.” Tom cringed just thinking about it.

“Really? That would sure piss her off. Do you think they locked her out on purpose?” I give up on actually peeing, but give my dick a shake anyway to maintain the illusion, moving on to the sink phase.

“Like a prank? I don’t know. Maybe. I sure wouldn't want to get caught pulling a prank on her. But I don’t remember seeing them lock the doors for meetings before.” We both struggle to activate the faucet sensors together.

“Huh... See anything during the meeting? ”

“Not really. The shades were mostly closed. I think Victoria was standing in the front of the room answering questions for a while. Or maybe that was after the meeting was over. She was one of the last people to leave the room. That’s when she almost tripped over my backpack. I thought she was going to fire me on the spot.” I wince, knowing how right he is.

So, she was locked out of the conference room... Does that mean one of her fellow executives is messing with her, too? A highly placed accomplice would make my **** so much easier. Or was it about the meeting itself? Are they taking more security precautions for some reason?

“Well, the good news is today she seems to only be in a state of rigid discipline bordering on intolerance.”

“Can we get an app for that? Like an adjective-based defcon scale?”

I widen my eyes. “Now that would be useful. Code it up, intern!” We both chuckle, but quietly, as if she could be listening.

"Moderate threat could be 'Code: Twisted Panties'."

"Ooo, what about when she shows up all sweaty in her gymwear again?"

"Mmmm... 'Code: Greased Pig'."

"That's pretty harsh. But...I think deserves it."

"Yeah she does."

“How about we stick to a color based system until we iron out the terminology?”

“That will do.”

“We need to watch out for each other. Keep your head down. Let me know if you hear more.”