Murphy sat in his office crunching the new financials when Trent charged through the door.
“Goddamnit Garret, do you have to tell EVERYONE about my sex life?” bellowed Trent as he made his way to Murphy’s desk.
Murphy looked up with a bemused smirk but didn’t say anything until after Trent had walked right up to his desk.
“You assume that I told Chris about your sex life? Think about Trent. Chris is one of Sandy’s friends from school. She likely knows all the gruesome details.” Murphy said as he stood up, “Now, get out of my office and go talk to Sandy.”
Trent turned around, quietly and meekly leaving.
Chris had gone back to the shop to get a feel for how everything was laid out and try to decipher any maintenance logs that she could find and read. She grabbed the leftmost binders on the shelf above the desk and dropped them on the floor. First things first: Clean this office. She muttered loudly as she put the binders back on the shelf and took stock of the office.
She opened the windows and locked the door. Let’s have a kiki! She turned up the stereo in the shop and soon was making substantial progress into making the office look like an office and not someone’s cabin or flop space.
Meanwhile, Sandy made quick work of getting the cattle chute finished up and heading to his office he heard Trent approaching, shouting his name between obscenities.
Trent charged up to Sandy getting up in his face screaming, “Why the fuck did you tell Chris everything about our fucking? She didn’t fucking need to know about how you fucked me through the fucking wall for fuck’s sake!”
“Calm the fuck down Trent. You are drawing more attention to this than me telling Chris could ever do.” Sandy commanded.
Trent shut his mouth but was still seething with anger.
“I told Chris as she’s one of my best friends and I knew she wouldn’t tell anyone else. Notice that she only mentioned it when it was the three of us. No one else was around.” Sandy hissed.
“My sex life…” Sandy’s hand flew over Trent’s mouth, “Our conversation about this is OVER. Do you understand me. I only told Chris about that. Anyone else who knows either was there to help fix things or overheard us talking to Murphy about it.”
Sandy removed his hand as Trent slumped and confessed, “I’m sorry sir. I’m just not used to having the details of my sex life made public.”
Sandy paused for a moment. Trent just called me sir. Why does this feel weird?
Trent dropped down to his knees, leaning forward to put his forehead on Sandy’s boots and saying nothing.
Sandy stood silently, looking down at Trent who hadn’t moved before finally speaking.
“Stand up Trent. You are making a fool of yourself.” Sandy said somewhat aloofly.
Trent stood up silently, keeping his head down but looking up enough to make eye contact.
Sandy, flustered, struggled to express his thoughts. This isn’t me really. I don’t like being an asshole. Boss is one thing, asshole to a partner is another.
Other Wednesday Briefs authors posting this week:
Cia Nordwell
Julie Lynn Hayes