Wes
When get back into my office, I’m fuming. I can’t believe Leon went that far. I know the guy is in a bad place in his life. I get that he doesn’t like Kylie. Hell, we all have our bad days. But saying she spreads her legs is completely unacceptable. And what was that dig about her family? We haven’t talked about her family any more than that one time, but the comment makes me wonder.
It doesn’t only grate on me because his words were true. She is sleeping with me, yeah, but it’s not for favors and she sure as shit isn’t banging anyone else in the office. But it’s more than that. It’s the disrespect that went with it. Whatever Kylie chooses to do in her spare time, she’s a lady. She deserves to be treated as such, and I won’t tolerate sexist comments like that.
I’m so angry. I need to calm down. I want to talk to Leon about it, but not now. If I talk to him about it now, I might say something I’m going to regret.
I don’t have a lot of time to recover and find my calm again before Leon barges into my office.
When he slams the door behind him, I squeeze my eyes shut and count to ten in my head.
I open my eyes again and force myself to be calm. “Firstly, Leon, you can knock. And don’t slam the door, I will take damages directly out of your salary.”
He scowls and marches across the office toward the chairs opposite me. He comes at me like a force of nature, pure rage. I’m not scared of him but I’m glad there’s a desk between us, and I’m in a position of power over him.
“How can you undermine me like that?” he asks. His voice is loud already. He’s not shouting, but he’s damn close.
“Excuse me? Do you want to tell me how I was wrong in that scenario? I come into a meeting where you’re being completely unreasonable, and I’m the one undermining you?”
Leon shakes his head. His hands are on his hips. “I’m tired of everyone sticking up for that Jordan woman like she’s worth her salt in this company. She’s been here two weeks. I’ve been here for fifteen years. Fifteen years, Wes. You were barely in high school when I started out here. I know what I’m doing.”
I nod. “And so does she. She’s not your superior. Your skills are noticed and appreciated, Leon. If I thought you weren’t an asset anymore, I sure as hell wouldn’t have let as much of your bullshit slide as I’m doing.”
Leon frowns at me. “Bullshit? My bullshit?”
I nod. “You made a sexist remark in front of witnesses today, Leon. That’s sexual harassment. She can report you to the board, and they can put you up for review. You can lose everything. Sexual harassment in this company is a serious crime.”
“Is it more serious than fraternizing?” Leon asks. His question is carefully constructed to have an effect, and he succeeds. My blood runs cold. But it’s Leon. He knows which buttons to push. He can’t know.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask. “Is there something someone is doing that I should know about? Is someone doing something you can prove to me?”
Leon was about to answer the first question but the second one pulls him up short because, of course, there is no proof of anything.
“I think you’re being unfair. You may not like Kylie, but that doesn’t mean you get to make her life hell.”
“I know something’s going on between the two of you,” Leon says.
I swallow. “Why do you think that?” I ask.
Leon sighs in frustration. “It’s the way she looks at you. Often. And sometimes, the way you look back.”
I blink at Leon. “You think I’m doing something wrong because of me looking at someone?”
“You know what I mean,” Leon says, making a face.
I shake my head. “You need to stop this, now. If you don’t watch yourself, you’re going to lose your job. I’ve given you more warnings than you deserve. I know you’re having problems at home, that Martha is sick, but it’s not going to protect you from everything you’re dishing out.”
Leon is angry again. He needs to get a hold of himself soon, or things will get ugly.
“Do yourself a favor,” I say. “Go see someone. Talk about what’s bothering you. Get it out of your system, so you don’t mess up everyone else’s day.”
“Are you suggesting I need therapy?” Leon asks, incredulous and his surprise seems to trump has anger for a moment.
I shake my head. “I’m not suggesting, Leon. Sort yourself out. I would hate to see you leave us like this. A run as good as yours should end with a happy retirement, not with being fired for insubordination.”
“You won’t fire me,” Leon says.
I sigh. “I don’t want to, but if you push me hard enough, I will.”
Leon’s face is turning red as his anger flares again.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” he says, and he jabs a finger at me. It pisses me off when people point at me, but I try to let it slide. Leon is unstable right now. He needs to calm down, and if I rise to his anger with my own it’s just going to spiral out of control. I’m proud of myself for holding onto my calm for so long. If Leon keeps pushing me, I’ll snap at some point. But it won’t be today.
“Leon, let’s focus on the problem at hand, okay?
“Ha!” Leon barks a laugh. “The problem at hand? If you think I’m just going to let this slide, you’re wrong. I’ve been around here long enough to know what it looks like if something’s going on. I’ve seen it firsthand. And it never ends well. Mark my words, I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
I sigh. I can only be calm for so long. I can’t suppress the anger forever. I have to either explode or let it drain away, so I do the latter. I feel the anger slipping away until all that’s left is fatigue. I’m so tired of this shit with Leon.
“I told you to go home, Leon. Take the day. Hell, take the week if you must. Pull yourself together before you come back to the office, okay?”
“This isn’t over, Wes,” he says. The anger in his voice is wound just as tight as before. He hasn’t calmed down at all. That’s what bothers me – that he’ll keep going like this until something blows up in my face.
“Yes, Leon, it is.” I look at him, my eyes empty. “Go home. I’m not going to say it again. If you make me repeat it, I’m going to tell you not to come back.”
Leon narrows his eyes at me. I see him wanting to challenge me like a defiant child, to test the limit. But I’m not joking, and I think he can see it in my eyes because he turns around without saying another word and storms to my office door. He lets himself out and slams it shut so hard the pen holder on my desk rattles.
I sigh and turn my swivel chair toward the window, looking out over San Francisco. I don’t know how to deal with Leon. He’s right; I don’t want to fire him. But he’s pushing me further and further, and he’s threatening to find out all these things about Kylie and me. There is nothing to discover, as far as I’m concerned. We’re careful now. Yes, we’re breaking the rules, but we’re doing it in private.
And with every day that passes, I’m growing more and more certain that there’s nothing to discover about Kylie. I’m starting to doubt my sources altogether about her ulterior motives. Yeah, there have been moments when she’s acted strangely. But that could just be nerves about losing her job, exactly like she says. What if she’s not out to get me or RidgeCo?
It’s what I want to believe. Because where I started out just wanting to fuck her over for messing with my company, now all I want is just to fuck her. Every day and every night.
I don’t think Leon will find anything. I don’t think I have anything to be nervous about if neither of us says anything about it to anyone. Not in the office and not outside of it. Secrets have a way of biting you in the ass when they come out, and I don’t want that to happen.
Leon doesn’t like Kylie. I’m not sure why – and strangely enough, I don’t think it’s actually about me and her at all. I think Leon is just grabbing for something to use against us. He’s hated the idea of promoting her to project manager from the start. He never liked the idea of having her around. I’m sure that even if she weren’t interested in me at all and we never slept together, he would have said the same things and been just as unhappy about the whole thing as he is, now.
I must deal with him, but I don’t know how.
At least, I know he has no proof of anything. Kylie was right to worry about Leon, but I know he won’t have anything to hold against us. It’s what’s saving us right now. If anything, it makes Leon look more unstable than he already is, and if it does go to the board, they’ll look at him like he’s crazy just like everyone else is.
I saw how Clive looked at him earlier when Leon went on about her spreading her legs. His lips were curled in a smile. He thought it ridiculous. Because that’s exactly what Leon is being.
No, everything Leon points out only makes him look worse. It does nothing to us, not without proof. Everyone knows that Leon is hurting, that since he found out about the cancer, he’s slowly been slipping into some form of madness. I keep him on because he is still good at what he does, and I feel sorry for him, but that’s not going to last forever. I don’t know which way to turn to sort this out, to fix it.