Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 250

Chapter 250

"We need to go," Becks said.

"Yes, we do," Sabrina agreed.

"I dunno," Gemma said, then drained the bottom half of her beer in one long draw. "I wouldn't mind running into Joy. Repeatedly. With my fist."

"Jesus," Tasha said. "Who is this girl?"

"Bare bones, she tried to sexually assault me, blackmail me, and get me fired from my internship and she'd done it to other interns in the past," you said.

"Oh," Tasha said.

"Yeah," Sabrina said. "And her mother is one of the partners at the firm, so even though we 'won' and she doesn't work there anymore, if anything happens it'll still be bad for us. So Tasha, it was fun and thanks for the invite, but we're leaving."

"OK, yeah, that makes sense," Tasha said. "Um, sorry?"

"Not your fault," Gemma assured her and gave her a hug. "Just do us a favour - don't mention that we're all dating? The last she and the office knew, John and I are the only ones in an official relationship."

"Shit," you grunted. "What about Lucy? Or Arthur."

"God damn it," Becks hissed.

"OK, I'll talk to Greg," Tasha said. "He'll tell Arthur to get Lucy out of here, and hopefully they don't cross paths."

"Thank you," you said earnestly.

"Hey, it's my party. I'd rather it not blow up people's lives," Tasha smirked. "But you guys need to come out to the next Open Mic and laugh a lot at our jokes."

"Done," you said, and quickly gave her a hug then patted Mosche on the arm. "See you later."

Sabrina, Gemma and Becks all gave Tasha a hug as well, and Sabrina threw one in for Mosche that made him blush a little, before you headed out and for the door. Arthur and Lucy were standing in the living room of the apartment talking, and Lucy immediately looked over at you with a soft scowl as you entered.

"What is her fucking problem?" Gemma growled quietly to you. "We're being goddamn pleasant."

"I don't know," you said. "Just keep moving."

The four of you got delayed needing to filter around the different groups of people, not that it would have made much of a difference.

"Fuck, shit, fuck," Sabrina muttered. She'd been in the lead on the march to the door, and now she turned around to look at you three. "She just walked in."

You looked around a group and saw that Sabrina was right. Joy had just walked into the party along with two other women. All three of them were dolled up even more than Sabrina, Gemma and Becks - where your girls looked ready for a casual party, Joy and Co. were ready to go out to a fancy club and likely goi get bottle service at a VIP table. You errantly wondered if Joy had ever run into that asshole from the time you went out with Gemma.

"Well, we can either just walk passed her, or play some ridiculous game of sneak-around that is bound to fail because there aren't enough rooms in this place to make it work," you said.

"I vote we hide in a bedroom and lock the door," Becks grimaced.

"That actually might work," Sabrina said.

"Or, we just do a hide-in-plain-sight," you suggested. "Gemma and I together isn't weird or going to cause problems, so we'll just direct her attention one way and you two can go the other."

"By 'direct her attention' do you mean I can fight her?" Gemma asked.

"Gemma, love, I would buy front-row seats to that boxing match but it's probably not a good idea," you said.

"I know," she smirked and kissed you lightly.

"Fine, we'll do it that way," Becks said. "Sabrina, let's go this way, and you guys go that way?"

You all agreed and split, and you grabbed Gemma's hand and squeezed. She glanced at you and squeezed back, then you both went in the opposite direction around the crowded room as Becks and Sabrina.

Joy and her cronies were already making their way through the party and had just gotten welcomed by someone you assumed was Greg since Joy was giving an insincere smile that failed to reach her eyes as she air-kissed with him. You were a little surprised Joy would even come to a party in a regular old apartment like this - she'd always struck you as too stuck up to do anything less than a penthouse or a yacht.

"Ready?" you asked Gemma.

"Are you kidding me? Let's make this awkward as fuck," Gemma snorted.

"OK," you said and nodded.

The two of you squeezed around another group and came almost face to face with Joy's group.

"Well, look who it is," Gemma said. "Hello, Joy. How's unemployment?"

That got weird looks from the cronies and a scowl from the guy at the rudeness of it. You couldn't fault him for that, he had no idea what was going on.

Joy, on the other hand, blinked once as she registered you and Gemma and then smiled like a snake. "Oh, I'm not unemployed," she said. "I left the law office internship behind because I got an offer to work one-on-one with the in-house legal team for a European fashion magazine you probably haven't heard of. It's a dream come true."

"Oh, really?" you asked. "Is the magazine aware of everything you pulled at work?"

"I don't know what you mean,' Joy said, that grin not leaving her lips but her eyes glaring. Behind her and her friends, you saw Becks and Sabrina making their way along the far wall and towards the door.

"What the hell is your problem?" asked one of her cronies, the blonde one.

"I dunno," Gemma said. "It might be the fact that Joy is an utter cunt, or maybe it's that she cut bait and ran from the consequences when she got caught doing a bunch of heinous shit and had her Mommy cover it up for her."

"Look, this is totally fucking inappropriate," Greg said. "I don't know who you two are, but I'm going to need to ask you to leave. This is my party."

"Oh, we're on our way out," you said.

"We just wanted to make sure everyone here knew to watch their drinks and their boyfriends," Gemma said loudly. "Joy has a reputation for sexually harassing people."

"That's a fucking lie and I'll sue you for defamation and slander," Joy said, her smile slipping into a sneer.

"Really? Because we have a boardroom full of lawyers who know exactly what you did," Gemma said. "Not even Mommy could stop that train from heading straight for you. So go ahead - I'm sure she'll be happy to foot the legal costs for both sides when you lose and have to pay out."

"Alright, enough," Greg said. "Leave my apartment."

You squeezed Gemma's hand. Sabrina and Becks had gotten out of the apartment with enough time to at least have made it to the elevator. "We're going," you said. "Just be careful with a snake like her."

"I'm going to make your life miserable," Joy growled.

"There's the real Joy," you said with a grin, knowing you'd struck home. You could tell Gemma wanted to say something else, but you gave her a soft tug and she bit off her own comment and followed you out.

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To Be Continued..