Vibrant

Trinity: Fergie, the Pale Snitch

"He did what?"

I looked at Fergie in disbelief as she took another sip of champagne from her glass. Fergie blurted out, "Yes ma'am he did!"

The Foxxy Drone was the restaurant where Fergie and I would always share our meals after days at work, when we are off, and even on special occasions. Fergie texted me earlier telling me she had something to tell me; I just did not know how serious it was. Fergie continued, "And he," She put her fingers up in quotes, "fired me again. All because of her."

I sighed, sticking my fork in my medium-rare portioned sized stake.

"Isaiah always wants to pull that boss card out when he finds a woman attractive."

Fergie grabbed a napkin after eating a piece of her baked potato casserole.

"Mm yes, he does! The woman's name is Vibrant."

My eyes narrowed at her, remembering the name, "We specifically had a meeting discussing her application. He was the only one who did not vote her out." I took a drink of my wine, "Even after the fact that the woman used to be an escort."

Fergie placed her fingertips on the white satin tablecloth, "I know right?! Does he know how despicable that would make our image? BMI, an agency that accepts basically sex slaves as long as they're pretty to our boss! How disgusting!"

The expressions on Fergie's pale face always made me laugh. Kudos to her for being my best friend in the front office department. After I got done snickering, Fergie smiled. "Hell, you know she said she would beat my ass? Me Trinity?" she pointed at herself and continued to mimic the woman. I hollered.

"Well, this Vibrant must be a force to be reckoned with," I said as I took a bite of my stake, its savoring juices lingering in my mouth.

"But this is going to be an easy fix, Ferg."

Fergie rested her chin on the inner palm of her hand. "How so?"

I swallowed, "Two words." I raised my right hand sticking out two fingers.

"Daddy Bengali."

Fergie's pupils grew large. 

I continued, "Isaiah might be CEO of the company for now, but he knows his father could take that position away from him in an instant."

Fergie hesitated, "I know, but don't you think that is a little too drastic? I don't know about you, but I enjoy the bonuses Isaiah has given me over the years... I heard bad stories about his father underpaying his employees..."

I shuttered remembering all the times Enrique Bengali yelled at me in front of the board and even said that my skills as the head of the model department were not valuable to him. There was even that one time when he fondled me at a public runway show because the fool was drunk. I sighed, "You're right. But Enrique is a perfectionist; if he finds out Isaiah hired a former escort, all of us are in for it."

Fergie wiggled her left index finger, "All of the executives that is. Normal people like me will only hear about it."

Sometimes Fergie can really be dull.

"Yes, it can affect you as well, you are head secretary and Isaiah's personal assistant at the office. It's best if I told him about his son's mistake now rather than wait until he finds out."

The waitress came to take our now empty plates and offered dessert. Of course, I wanted my favorite: Trinity Crème Brûlée. Fergie asked for soft-served chocolate mouse. The waitress took our order and left us alone. I peered out of one of the restaurants front windows, noticing how dark it has gotten outside.

Fergie cooed, "Well word around the office says that Vibrant did not accept his offer, so I don't know when she will."

I managed a crooked smile, "Now Fergie, how would you know that?"

Fergie sipped on her wine once more before speaking, "I have my sources, Dondrick the guard always keeps me informed."

"Dondrick? The real tall athletic Matthew Broadway looking guard who's head of security? I bet he does more than keep you informed..."

Fergie and I both laughed, our feminine cackles echoing throughout the restaurant.

Fergie winked after the laughing session, "He sure does, can't depend on Jack for nothing anymore. Got to get pleased somehow!"

I hovered over laughing uncontrollably. The waitress came back with our deserts.

"Mmm," I indulged as the sweet, creamy caramel custard entered my mouth. We spent several minutes talking about the latest gossip and fashion trends before getting back on the subject of Vibrant.

"So what is your official plan as of now Trinity?" Fergie asked.

"I'll call Isaiah later on tonight to discuss it with him, try to scare him a bit. Then I'll go from there."

We started to gather our belongings. "Sounds good," Fergie said with relief. "Maybe I should type up a new application rule specifically saying; We Don't Except Hookers of Any Type and then type her name in parentheses."

I left a tip and began to stand up. 

"Now Fergie, we have to be nice now. Doing something like that could get us caught up in an enormous lawsuit now would it?" I said, in my best Isaiah Bengali voice. 

We both laughed at the thought and exited the Foxxy Drone. 

To be continued...

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