Rescue Me

Chapter 4

A knock on your door two mornings later jolted you from your work. Getting up from your desk, you walked to the door. Peering into the peep hole, you saw two older gentlemen waiting patiently. Leaving your top lock in place, you opened the door with just enough room to fit your face.

"Good morning, gentlemen. Can I help you?"

"Good morning, Miss Y/N L/N. My name is Eric Wendel and this is Simon Rockefeller, Nathan's father."

You felt your face blanche.

"...Eric Wendel, as in Wendel Towers? The owner of this building?"

"Yes, ma'am. We're here regarding an assault complaint from Nathan that happened yesterday evening. May we come in?"

"He really wasn't kidding when he said his father knew the owner..."

Your heart was hammering in your chest. Oh shit...

"Of course."

Unlocking your door, you let them step inside.

"Can I get either of you anything?"

"No, thank you. We're fine."

Pulling up your chair as they sat on the couch, you prepared yourself for the worst to come. You'd cracked the head of a Rockefeller. You were going to get fired, kicked out, maybe thrown in some secret prison never to be heard from again. Mr. Wendel chuckled, seeing your tense state.

"We received a complaint from Nathan Rockefeller that you had hit him in the head with a notebook. We are here to get your side of the story."

Taking a couple deep breaths, you start to explain.

"I've been living here for about 5 months or so. Nathan at first was very polite, but as he got more comfortable with no one calling him out, he began making lewd gestures and nuances. I had a guest over last week that he was making lewd gestures at behind his back involving the two of us. Mind you, this gentleman has difficulty walking. This particular individual is a very well-known, well respected person in the medical industry. Please, understand that I know this sounds like kindergarten silliness, but he's been...uncouth... with the other staff as well."

"We are aware of the multiple sexual harrasment complaints against him and have taken statements from the other female staff as well. We've discovered HR has been hiding these claims from myself as a result of a cut deal they had with each other." Mr. Wendel remarked.

You felt sick.

"Well, that explains why he was still employed." You said, looking around the room.

"You were the last piece of the puzzle. You've been the first to take your own action against him. Please, continue." Mr. Rockefeller prompted.

"That evening, he asked me if I was free later while looking up and down my figure with the most, how can I describe it? Predatory look in his eyes. It was very unnerving."

You looked to see both of them "hmm"ing into their hands.

"When he called my guest a cripple, I saw red. So I spoke to him in a language he could understand by acting like I was interested in him. To which he also behaved disrespectfully and said, 'I knew you wanted me.' Knowing exactly how we would behave, I got him close enough so I could crack him upside the head."

The gentlemen were silent a moment then asked, "Is there anything else? Any other behavior you've noticed?"

"There is one more thing. One multiple occasions, when one of our cleaning staff would be bent over picking up something, he would walk over and act like he was having sex with her. Grabbing hips and bucking into her hips if she was faced away or right into her face if she was facing him."