Chapter 536

The issue with being an intern, of course, is that you’re usually the last to know anything. Even with the surreptitious heads-up that Becks had given you that Bellagamba was back in the building, not only was there nothing you could do about it but there wasn’t even a way for you to get an update on what was going on short of barging into Garrison’s office.

“I hate this,” Gemma grumbled. Work between the three of you had ground to a halt. She was slouching in her chair, shooting dark looks at her phone as if willing it to receive a text or call with an update.

“Nothing we can do,” you sighed. “Unless you want to revisit the murder plan. Maybe cut the elevator wires when she’s about to reach our floor?”

Gemma snorted. “I like the way you’re thinking.”

“Nah, it wouldn’t work,” Eric said. “The elevators have to have automatic brakes on it in case of stuff like that.”

That turned the three of you to Googling modern elevators and whether the classic scenes in movies were realistic or not. It turned out that most elevators didn’t have automatic brakes - which seemed insane to you - but most of them did have emergency precautions including a sort of piston brake at the bottom that would soften the landing of a free-falling elevator car.

With that idea off the table, the three of you started brainstorming other ways to murder Bellagamba in the office without being caught. The top contenders were drowning her in the ladies’ toilets, which came with the added shame factor, or luring her to the roof somehow and pushing her off. The problem with the roof was you couldn’t know if people would see you from other buildings, or if there were cameras anywhere.

“I’m telling you, choking her on toilet water is the best one,” Gemma said. “Death by swirly. I guarantee you it’s happened before in the world.”

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” Sabrina asked, stepping through the door to the conference room with a confused look on her face.

“Sabrina,” Gemma said, standing and immediately going to her, wrapping her up in a hug. “What happened? Are you OK?”

You stood up too, but didn’t circle around the table - there were still plenty of people out in the hallways working away in the firm and you couldn’t be too obvious about your connection. Sabrina gave you a reassuring half-smile to let you know she knew what you really wanted to do.

“Well, I’m sure you guys were guessing this, but I had to meet with the lawyer the firm hired. Her name’s Lydia Stratham and she works for Montebeck & Partners, and I guess she’s some sort of up-and-coming hotshot because she’s only, like, 27 but comes highly recommended.”

“Is she hot?” Eric asked.

Sabrina snorted and nodded as she smirked. “She is, actually. Smokin’ hot. Tall, Long blonde hair, sharp jawline, big tits.”

“Dude,” Eric said.

“I don’t think she’s your type though, Eric,” Sabrina said. “Though, I guess you could surprise me.”

“Tall, blonde, big tits? How is that not my type?” Eric asked.

“Well, she’s trans,” Sabrina said.

Eric’s expression fell from hopefully optimistic to disappointed.

“That’s mean, raising his hopes like that,” Gemma chuckled. “So how did the meeting go, and what took so long?”