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“What are you going to do?” Meghan asks, her eyes are filled with care and concern.
“I think I'm just going to ride this wave and see where it leads me.” I shrug.
Meghan picks up her coffee.
“That's great.”
“Well, what has been going on with you?”
“Jonathan has moved from using women in porn and innocent celebrities for his hand activities to looking across the room at me or any of the other women staffers, to satisfy his needs.”
“Oh my God,” I say, covering my mouth with my hands. “That's disgusting.”
“You mean someone staring at my ass to cum?” Meghan says, deadpan.
“Is there a way I can be even more repulsed?” I sigh as I shake my head. “You cannot continue to work there.”
“I have no choice. My resume doesn't flow as hard as yours does.”
“You can still apply somewhere else.”
“Where else?”
“Another branch? You can request a transfer.”
Meghan picks up her coffee and takes a sip. I study her, noting that she's had a recent haircut. Her hair has always been cut short to frame her pixie face. Now it is cut even shorter so that it curls around her cheeks in soft brown locks.
“I don't want Jonathan to get off scot-free with everything he's done.” Meghan quietly confesses.
I sit forward in the chair and gaze at her.
“What do you mean? Do you plan to do something about it?”
“Yes, in fact.” She nods as she takes another sip of her coffee. “The girls and I have been documenting. We want to take him down.”
“Good.” I nod, feeling a little better about the situation.
“I have several recordings of him,” Meghan says as she drops her cup on the table and flexes her fingers.
“Get several more. He needs to stay at least a year in prison.”
“I'm looking at three years. He has to serve his time.” Meghan says, her voice suddenly clogged with emotion.
My heart breaks, and I instantly reach across the table to touch my hands to hers.
“Meghan...” I say, softly. “Has he ever done anything more than just picture you as he did... you know?”
Meghan shakes her head softly.
“He wouldn't try that with me. He knows I'll chop his fingers off with a steak knife and feed them to him. But the younger women…,” Meghan shakes her head as she thinks about it. “I have caught a couple of them crying in the locker rooms. I always thought it might have something to do with Jonathan. Even though they've never truly opened up, at least not to me.”
With the almost masculine way Meghan dresses and acts, and how jaded her view on life is, it's easy to see how they can misread and misinterpret her concern.
“I have always been different. It's something I’m used to. But I want to make sure that Jonathan doesn't stay there hurting people.”
I smile at Meghan.
“This woman right here is my friend. This compassionate woman, with her short hair and acerbic tongue, and jaded view of life. You're a well-rounded amazing woman, Meghan.”
