Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 193

Chapter 193

"Well, well," Becks said as you walked into the office right behind Sabrina, having opened the door for her. "Someone is looking spiffy."

"She always looks spiffy," you smirked.

"She's talking about you, dummy," Sabrina smirked, giving you a nudge with her elbow.

"I know, dummy," you chuckled, nudging her back.

"So I'm guessing you guys had a good weekend?" Becks asked.

"Mhmm," Sabrina nodded. "Almost perfect."

"Almost?" Becks raised an eyebrow.

Sabrina hesitated and then shrugged. "Almost."

"Well, I hope your week starts just as well," she said. "Gemma isn't in yet. She hasn't forgotten my coffee, has she?"

"Haven't seen her yet, but I'm sure she's on her way," you said. "As for the start of the week... well, let's just say I probably have an email in my inbox that will determine that."

Becks levelled a 'what did you do?' look at you and Sabrina, so you put off going up into the office for another couple of minutes to tell her about the 'performance reviews' that Joy had played at on Friday.

"Well, shit," she sighed once you'd finished the story. "I dunno what to tell you guys on this one, she never pulled this kind of crap before that I can remember. Or at least that she told me about. What are you going to do?"

"Well, hopefully Garrison believes us," you said.

"And if not, we're not really sure," Sabrina said. "We're going to need to figure it out as we go. If we come back down here before lunch, we've probably been fired."

"And who's going to get me my morning coffee if that happens?" Becks asked with a commiserating smile.

"Joy," you guessed. "She'd be the only intern left."

"Fat chance of that," Becks sighed. "She never did the coffee run even in her first year."

You and Sabrina left Becks to her work and piled into the elevator, and this time you didn't flirt or kiss or anything. You'd discussed your realization last week that there might be cameras in there, so it was all business.

Up on the floor you stepped out and weren't immediately met with security, so that was a good sign. You were both also the first ones in the conference room, so you opened your laptops and checked your emails.

"I've got nothing," you said.

"Me neither," Sabrina frowned. "Maybe he didn't check his emails over the weekend?"

"Maybe," you said. "But, I mean, he's a partnered lawyer at a good firm, he'd have to at least check his emails, right?"

The two of you settled in, waiting to see what would happen. Eric was the next person to arrive, and he didn't have an email either. Then Gemma showed up with a cardboard box. You immediately got up to help her with it.

"Thanks," she smiled and touched your fingers as you both moved the box onto the table.

"No problem," you smiled. "Good morning." You tried your best to add a silent 'beautiful' to the end of that with your eyes.

"Good morning," she replied, smiling wide. Maybe she'd gotten the message. Then she turned to the box and unfolded the top, pulling out five extra large takeout cups. "Drinks for everyone, and doughnuts and croissants."

"Pushing some buttons?" Sabrina asked.

"I don't know what you mean," Gemma said, putting on an obviously innocent voice. "I just wanted to treat my fellow lowly interns to a treat at the start of the week."

There were more drinks in the box which she took out and went to deliver to the various offices. Associates were already in, but you had no idea about the partners since their offices were at the other end of the floor and on the floor up.

Gemma was back well before Andy, let alone Joy, so she checked her emails and had nothing either. "He wasn't in yet, though," she said.

"Well, I guess we just work and wait," you said.

And that's what you did. You left a doughnut, croissant and Andy's drink neatly on a napkin at his spot and then disposed of the box Gemma had carried everything in, but each of you made a point of leaving your own crum-covered napkins and drinks out in full view.

At 9:30am you went to check if Garrison was in and you saw his light on from down the hall, so you steeled yourself and went down to see him. You knocked on his door and it looked like he'd been in for at least a couple of minutes and was already sipping on his coffee.

"John, please don't tell me you got into another brawl this weekend with some internet rapper or whatever," he said, looking up from his computer with a pleasant, teasing look.

"Uh, no, sir. Nothing like that," you said. "How was your weekend?"

"Shitty!" he laughed. "But that's what happens when you end up working all weekend. I'll be honest, kid. It's easy to slip into bad habits when there's always more work to do. Don't let that be you, huh?"

"Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that, sir," you said. "But then, did you see our email?"

"What do you mean?" Garrison asked.

"We sent you an email on Friday afternoon," you said. "All of us interns - well, most of us. It was about the 'performance reviews' that Joy tried to put us through."

He blinked, and then frowned. "I didn't get an email like that," he said. "I don't like the sound of that either. Are you sure you sent it?"

"98%? I sent it to you, and CC'd the others. They all read it and signed on," you said.

He clicked on his own laptop for a few minutes, his frown deepening. "I'm not seeing it here."

"Sir, I know I sent that email. Everyone watched me do it," you said.

Garrison actually cracked his knuckles and then stood. "Let's head down there and take a look, make sure it's not sitting in your drafts folder or something, hmm?"

You felt like you were being walked to the principal's office as he escorted you back down to the conference room. The others, including Andy thank God, looked up as you entered followed by Garrison.

"Morning folks," he said, but didn't continue.

You went around to your spot and opened your laptop, and he hovered over you as you clicked through to your Sent folder and saw that the email wasn't there. And then you clicked your drafts and it wasn't there. You even clicked your Deleted folder and it wasn't there.

"Hey, guys," you said. "Do any of you have the CC copies of the email?"

All of them quickly checked and started shaking their heads.

"What the frick?" Gemma muttered, her frown deepening. Then she looked up to Garrison. "Sir, I swear that John is telling you the truth. I know I got the CC'd copy when he sent it on Friday afternoon."

Garrison had just started to speak when Mrs Bellagamba showed up at the door followed by one of the HR workers. "Oh, Terry," she said in surprise. "Well, I guess it's good you're here. Interns, we have a serious issue we need to discuss."

"Actually," Garrison said. "I think you and I have something to discuss first."