"Hmm, I don't think you're being completely honest with me."
Jane teased as I sat across from her, her feet propped up on her desk, with a skirt no less. As I replied.
"What do you mean? Victor may be grieving but he's still a certified dick-"
"Mhmm, and?"
"And what? I can't work with men."
"More like you won't."
She wasn't wrong but I really feel like Jane was digging for something else.
"But something happened didn't it?"
"What are you talking about-"
"He awakened a part of you, you didn't even know you had."
Chuckling dryly, I stood up and said.
"You know what? I'm going to complete this report."
"Investigation?"
"Investigation whatever, and come out on the other side, pro me."
"I'll hold you too that."
We shook on it, as I moved back to my desk bumping into an assistant. Wincing from from the hot coffee, and the documents that I held now ruined, I realized it was John.
"Hey Tris you're doing that thing with your eyebrows when you're mad and..."
I couldn't really hear the rest of his speech from how infuriated I was, everyone else could tell I was about to explode on him. So before I could say a word, Jane quickly tried to grab my attention.
"He's new, you know he's new-"
"New enough to watch porn on his computer? New enough to spill coffee only on me, no one else has coffee on them!"
Now my voice was raising, my face was flushed red.
"Please Tris that's enough, he's already embarrassed as it is."
Everyone knew Jane used the wrong choice of words, John included.
"Oh you want embarrassed? Okay how about the fact he looks like a pale Pilgrim, shagging in the janitor's closet with Sidney close by."
Mumurs went around now, and I wasn't stopping, pushing past Jane while pointing directly at John.
"Or should I say railing considering she doesn't wear underwear anyway. Could you not settle for anyone at least with a Bachelors degree? Oh wait, you don't have one, you print papers about stick bugs."
A big oof went around, as John looked like he was about to break down in tears. Chuckling I grabbed my stuff and finished with.
"Please don't cry now, it'll make peeing you're pants look even more pathetic."
Pushing past everyone, I took the steps, but I tripped on the last one then face planted on the concrete. I groaned and just laid there for a minute, probably instant karma, but whatever. Lifting my head, I tasted blood under my nose before starting to move.
"You deserve that you bit-"
"Watch you're profanity John, that'll definitely get you fired."
Pushing myself off the ground, I held my forehead since I was a little dizzy. Hearing glass shattering, John was punching in my windows, as I pulled my mace from my murse. Going into a small sprint, I sprayed him in both eyes, before kicking him in the crotch.
"Impulsive asshole..."
As John collapsed onto the ground, I kicked him in the stomach. Before picking up my stuff, throwing it into the backseat, he said.
"No one will ever love you."
"I love myself genius, maybe you should try it sometime."
Turning the engine over, I drove to Kaiser Permanente. Walking in, my doctor was available, as I sat a little too hard.
"Whoa you alright?"
"Yes, I just face planted on the steps."
Wincing he passed me some tissues, as I put two up my nostrils. He gently pressed the swollen part of my temple as I irked out.
"Ow..."
"Sorry, you should rest for the rest of the day, here's some aspirin."
"Thank you."
Taking the aspirin he gave me, I popped the pills on my tongue, drinking it down with some water in a cup. Once I left there, I drove to the Victor's restaurant. Sitting on the hood, I pulled out my phone. Spotting the lawyer's approaching me now, as I cracked my neck.
"So you're the reporter Victor's told us so much about, shame, considering you resemble a crusty mold stain."
The four men laughed, as I laughed a little harder than they did, which quieted them down. As I replied.
"Sounds like college must have been your big break, though being a swim model looks good on you Murray, we all know you juiced up for it."
Ooh's went around, as I kept going.
"The rest of you look like mob extras who are cheap fruit flies, leeching off a grieving man's wealth."
"What about you? You prey off of men for the hell of it, how are you any different?"
"I'm not a lawyer, I'm a reporter, dushbag."
Murray was quiet then, as his buddies walked off, he did too. I pulled out the tissues from my nostrils, throwing them to the side. It took a lot of concentration to roast, so I let my gaze fall a bit, humming a bit.
"Okay you look like hell."
I heard Victor slip out of his mouth.
"I've been worse..."
I was swaying a little too much, as I suddenly found myself in Victor's arms, bridal style.
"Whoa, I think you need-"
"What I need is your personal confession, so I can write a report about it, and probably clear your name while segmenting mine."
"That sounded a little heroic to me, do you care?"
"No don't get it twisted, it doesn't matter if you're innocent or not."
"Right."
"Seriously, but it's strange..."
"What is?"
Victor said, as I rebounded it.
"Nothing, you can put me down now."
Though I don't feel any pain, my coordination is off, I must've hit the ground harder than I thought.
