Jes sat at her desk, thinking of her lunch date with Tanya and how she wanted to tell her what had happened. Jes wanted to tell Tanya that she also had been raped, but she didn't have the confidence. Maybe, she thought, she should go to the session and then she would also have the courage to talk to someone.
Jes cleared her desk and walked to Tanya's
office to tell her that she had a change of mind, but Tanya wasn't in her
office. She decided to just call and tell her. As she turned around to go
home, standing behind her was Marvin.
"Jes honey," Marvin said, "I've missed you, why haven't you returned
my calls?"
Jes could not believe that he stood there in front of her as if nothing
happened.
"If you don't know," Jes said gritting her teeth with death in her eyes
and having the premeditated thought of acting out a violent scene, "then
I can't tell you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Bitch," Jes said taking a step toward Marvin, "you raped me."
"What, you didn't like it? Are you going to the Partners to report it?"
"You know Marvin, this is what you are going to do. You are going to
give your letter of resignation to the firm. Then I will think about not
going to the police and the Partners."
"Jes, do you honestly think that the Partners would believe a
promiscuous tramp over a top one percent Yale graduate? I think I'll
take my chances. Besides, no one knows that I even took you out."
"Fine, take your chances you buffed up, little dick havin', forty-five
second cumming, probably steroids using, ass hole!"
After Jes finished expressing herself, she walked around Marvin's
muscular build and to the elevator. Marvin stood in the doorway of his
corner executive office and grinned at Jes as she entered the elevator for
home. Jes exited the elevator and walked hurriedly to her car. Once she
got there, she slammed her portfolio on the hood of her Mazda MX6 and
paced the area around her car.
The twenty-minute drive home for Jes seemed like eternity as she
thought of the way Marvin approached her; as though he had done
nothing to her. When she finally reached home, she saw Mr. Davis
watering his lawn. For the first time she would take Gwen's advice and
go over to talk with Mr. Davis. As she approached the porch of Mr.
Davis' home, as he had always done, he whistled at her and told her how
beautiful she was.
"Thank you Mr. Davis," Jes said, "you are full of compliments,
always."