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Chapter 2
Steve blackmails Jenni
Steve was on edge the next day. As he walked through the hallways that he had been forced to vacuum in the nude the previous night, he felt like everyone knew what he had done. Every glace from a passing coworker was unbearable. And when he walked past Jenni's office to get a cup of coffee, he was sure that accusations were going to ring out.
To make things worse, he didn't have much work to do to keep himself distracted. The big presentation that he'd finished the night before had been sent off. Normally, he loved days like this, with time to goof off a little, or go and gossip, or check out football websites. But just as it was painful to wander around and be seen by people, sitting still at his desk was worse.
In his list of "rainy day jobs" that he'd been putting off there was a reminder to organize some old archived projects that were kept in the storage room.
That seems out of the way
, Steve thought.
And maybe it will at least keep me busy 'til lunchtime
. So he headed down to the basement to the airless storage room, widely-spaced fluorescent lights dimly present above high metal shelves.
Steve wound his way through the maze of the room, trying to remember where his material was stored. The row and shelf number were in a database that he'd looked up before heading down here, but in his scattered state, he'd forgotten to print them off. And now, instead of going back up, he was content to wander and hope he'd find it.
Steve was looking at the lower shelves as he turned into a row at the far back corner of the vault. He heard a shuffling noise, and looked up to see Jenni hurriedly put a container back on a high shelf.
Oh, fuck!
he thought to himself.
She must think I've come down here to find her. She probably thinks I'm a creepy rapist
.
"Oh! Sorry!" he said in a surprised voice that sounded awkwardly loud in the confined space. He help up his hands, to show he wasn't carrying anything, as if that somehow made him less of a threat. He stepped backward. "Sorry... I was just looking for my project storage. But I forgot to write down the shelf number. I'm... I'll..."
He had to take a breath to keep from stammering. Jenni was looking at him with an intense expression that Steve couldn't quite read.
Does she know what I did to her cup? Is she going to get me fired?
In his mind, it seemed almost like a certainty and he was near panicking. Jenni was still looking at him and hadn't said a word, though Steve realized only a few seconds had passed.
He took a step backwards. "I'll have to go back up," he said, turning around and almost walking into a shelving unit. "I'll have to go and double-check where my stuff is." And with that he briskly walked away.
When he got back to his cubicle, Steve was feeling terrorized, his heart racing. He had to just sit for a few minutes to calm down.
Jesus! Nowhere to hide today
. He was relieved a few minutes later to get a phone call that had him tracking down some data for about an hour after that, and having to actually work took his mind off all his nervousness. He was also distracted when his computer monitor started to flicker and he had to smack the side of the frame until it settled down. He was supposed to have gotten a new monitor over a month ago, but there had been a cryptic message from IT saying "deployment of upgraded hardware is indefinitely delayed," whatever the hell that meant.
He felt almost back to normal after that, and when he closed the documents on his computer he got up to head to the bathroom. He was going to get a coffee right after, so he went to the one by the kitchen -- turned the knob, opened the door and stepped in. And then realized several things in what was a frozen but prolonged instant.
As he pushed the door shut behind him, flipping the lock out of habit, at first he just thought it was strange that the light was already on. Then he realized there was already someone in the bathroom!
And then he realized it was Jenni. Sitting on the toilet. Her pants around her ankles.
The frozen sensation lingered for an immeasurable time. And then it broke, as sound rushed back and he heard the dribbling sound of Jenni's pissing suddenly stop.
Her knees snapped shut in front of her, but that seemed to be an automatic reaction, as a strange look of... fear came over her face.
Shit! This is it -- I'm so screwed now
, Steve thought to himself.
"Oh, Steve!" She gave him a long look as her expression turned to panic. "Please!"
"Um, look," Steve fumbled, trying to think of something to say. But her rush of words cut him off.
"Please! I know you saw me this morning! Just... don't tell anyone! I can explain it. I can pay the money back!"
Steve was about to keep muttering his excuse as that registered with him.
Wait, what?
He carefully shut down his facial expression and leveled a stern look at Jenni.
I have no idea what she's talking about -- but she looks terrified. She must have done something really bad
.
He was still looking at her with a bland, level stare.
I wonder if I can bullshit my way through this?
"You know you're in a lot of trouble. But, well, I don't think anyone else has to know... yet. But if I'm going to help you, you're going to have to help me."
There was an almost palpable look of relief on her face. Steve decided to press further. "You know what I mean, right?"
