Author's Note: Sorry that I have not been updating my stories but I really am going to finish them. If you are still willing to read. Here is another installment. I never know what life will through at me but I will try to continue updating on a more regular basis. Please forgive my mistakes and please review. Thanks for reading!
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My Eyes Were Trained On You
Chapter 12
"Are you freakin' kiddin' me?" Sebastian shouted until Ryder grabbed him by the back of his collar and lowered his head down toward the conference room table roughly. "Shhhh – Do you want him to hear you?" Ryder chastised. Mike dropped down in his seat with a look of pure disbelief on his face. "Why did you tell me?" Bash continued "I will never get that horrible image from out of my mind!" "I told you because I need help to try and stop him. I told Sam last night but he left in a hurry being concerned about Mercedes being with Figgins alone last night." Ryder took a quick peek out the door to see if anyone was coming down the hall.
Mike's eyes rolled back into his head and his head then immediately slumped forward until it landed on the conference table enveloped in his arms. "Their dating you know." Bash added. "Who?" Ryder asked. "Sam & Mercedes" Mike said as he placed his elbows on the table and held up his face in his hands. "Mercedes was alone with Figgins last night?" Mike questioned. "Yeah, Sam told me so when he went after her – I told him everything too-he needed to be concerned." Mike felt his stomach start to do flip flops and then the cramping began. "I think I am going to be sick." Mike said.
"You don't think…?" Bash asked as he slowly sat down in his chair. "I wouldn't put anything past him." Ryder said sadly. "Do you think that's why THEY AREN'T COMING IN TODAY?! SAM SAID THEY WERE DOING RESEARCH OFF-SITE! But to me that just didn't seem right; THAT A**H***!" Mike said as his blood began to boil. "Shhhh, lower your voice Mike." Ryder scolded. "Why would he do such a thing? I knew he was crazy…. but this?" Bash said as he shook his head from side to side. "He is cray- cray but he's rich, and he is our boss, and he thinks that he is entitled to anything he wants." Ryder said.
"Look guys we have to find these pictures that he took of me and Rachel and we have to find a way to take him down like all the way down!" Ryder's voice filled with anticipation and vengefulness. "Just don't let on that you know anything when he gets here. We have got to get through this day and meet up with Sam to try to plan out what is our best plan of attack." Ryder said. "Then we need to go over to Sam's apartment tonight after work and figure out what we can do. We also can find out about Mercedes." Mike chimed in. "I can't guarantee that I can stay in the room with him for too long. I may just vomit all over him." Bash said. "I'm making an excuse as soon as I can before I will stab him in the throat with my pen cap." Mike added.
"We can't be that drastic- not yet anyway." Ryder said.
Then the conference room door flew open and in entered Figgins- he was grinning from ear to ear and his chest was stuck out like a rooster in heat. He had a Jimbé strapped on him and he was banging on it loudly and shouting. The drums pitch went from low to high as he marched around the room. "Ha, ha, I am the master of my universe, I am the conqueror of kingdoms. I have what I want, because I go after it and the whole world is at my disposal!" He shouted it over and over again as he marched around, and around the table.
The three men sat at the conference table watching this gross display and it made them each individually even madder and more disgusted then they had been before. Their eyes watched him closely as he circled the conference table over and over again banging on this drum and chanting over and over about his dominations and conquests. Ryder had quickly taken out his cell phone and began recording this entire scenario. Mike seethed at the thought that this is how he would act and especially if he truly did what he thought he had done the night before to Mercedes.
"You men only wish that you can be like me and do what I do!" Figgins shouted at the top of his lungs. Bash leaned over in his seat at looked out of the conference room door to see if any of the other employees had noticed this type of crazy going on in the room. What was worse was that they were not even the slightest bit concerned which meant they were all used to this type of behavior from him. "I am a conqueror, I take what I want, and I am always in charge of my actions!" Ryder had hoped he would be able to use it against him in a court proceeding one day. "IF YOU WANT IT – TAKE IT - I ALWAYS SAY!" Figgins continued shouting and banging on the drum until he finally came to a stop. "Ask me how I'm doing fellas?" Figgins laughed giddily as he removed the Jimbé from his chest and placed it in the corner of the room. No one said a word. "Never mind, I will tell you. I feel alive, my batteries are recharged, and I am jumpstarted. HAHA!" He screamed out this exaltation as he rubbed his palms together furiously. "Ryder it is good to see you better this morning. I was worried that you aren't able to hang out with the big boys!" Figgins chuckled again. Ryder lowered his cellphone but did not answer him. Mike spoke up quickly though. "Sam and Mercedes are working off-site today!" Mike interjected. "Too bad, too bad, they bring a lot to the table. That Mercedes has been a true asset and revelation since she has returned. She has a lot to offer; just like I remembered." Figgins smirked a lustful smirk and his tone took on a quick lust filled remembrance.
Mike stood up immediately ready to punch Figgins right in the jaw but Bash shouted. "It's time for your conference call Mike you better go now." Mike looked at Bash and then just stormed out of the door. "He needs this call, it's to work on the Abrams account; it's important." Bash quickly added. "Fair enough, I won't keep any of you I am aware of the deadline that I set for you all. Remember you are a team. If you fail, well let's just say that I would have to discipline Mercedes - if you do, and that too might be quite fun, quite fun indeed." He laughed out loud. The men's eyes were fixed on Figgins in a way he had never seen them look at him before. "Carry on." Figgins sent them out of the room with a dismissive hand gesture. Ryder and Bash walked out of the conference room and back to their desks.
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Mercedes and Sam had just entered his apartment again holding grocery bags in hand. Mercedes took her bags and placed them on the table but then sat down on his couch in the living room instead. She was drained, and emotionally distraught. "I know that was hard for you hon, but we had to allow the cops to go through your place. They needed an opportunity to collect any other evidence." Sam tried to reason with her as he put the groceries away. "Sam now all of my neighbors are going to know. All that yellow police tape everywhere; announcing that it was a crime scene; announcing that I was a victim." She lowered her head into her hands. "I hate him for what he has done to me Sam. I want to kill him." "Get in line." Sam spoke sharply. "I just can't believe that he could do something like this; that he had been doing something like this. What kind of man allows you to consider him your mentor and yet be so heinous?" Sam stopped what he had been doing and just watched Mercedes carefully. "I'm sorry baby, but I don't have an answer for you. I don't understand it myself. He is obviously a mental case – a real one." Mercedes held her head down but then there was a banging on the door. Sam walked over to the door and opened it. Ryder and Mike entered speaking over each other as they came. "So you heard about Figgins." Mike said. "How is Mercedes? Were you able to make it to her on time?" Ryder asked. Sam quickly shook his head "No" in an attempt to get Ryder to stop speaking but it was too late. As Sam was about to close the door Bash came running in himself. "Sorry guys I had to make a stop, I needed a drink."
Mercedes stood up and made her presence known in the room by speaking as soon as Sam finally closed the doors behind the three men who had just entered.
"No, he did not get to me on time." Mercedes answered bluntly. All the men in the room turned and faced the now standing Mercedes. "I will be forever grateful to Sam for trying but he did not reach me on time. I was raped by Figgins last night and apparently this was not the first time. Figgins was a professor of mine back in college and it seems that he had been raping me repeatedly during that time as well – unbeknownst to me. In fact he made me think that it was just my family's history of mental illness that was finally catching up to me." The room was silent and the men were stunned by her complete and utter honesty for something that truly was none of their business when you got right down to it. Mercedes could feel the tension in the room and she was grateful for it. Maybe if she spoke to this group of men it would prevent any of them from becoming this type of man to any other woman they may encounter along the way. "I am telling you all this because although Figgins took several opportunities to control my body; but I will be the one who will control the narrative. I don't want you guys whispering behind my back and I don't want you to get the story wrong. So now you have heard it straight from the horse's own mouth. I went to the E.R. that night and had a rape kit done and Sam and I just came back from being with the police who were going over everything in my apartment. I stand before you – right now - not a victim - but a survivor who is going to take back control of her life; and make sure that Figgins gets exactly what he deserves in the process."
Ryder looked over his should at Sam. "Did you tell her about me?" Sam who was totally in awe at this incredibly strong woman who was standing in front of him had to practically be pulled out of a trance in order to answer Ryder's question with the smallest of head gestures answering "No." Ryder turned back to Mercedes and spoke "Mercedes you are not the only person in this room who Figgins victimized." It was then that Ryder shared the strange, elaborate tale of what had happened to him while he was with Figgins, about the things he saw, the people he met, and how Figgins had left him to take the rap for the rape of virgin, a 17 year old girl – the set up even came with pictures. Ryder explained that "The only reason he did not go to the police himself was because the young girl refused to; she was too afraid of everyone finding out." Ryder's voice trailed at the end of his sentence considering the fact that all of this information had now been shared between everyone in this room.
Mercedes began to shake and her legs gave way and she found herself sitting in the chair again before she knew it. Sam raced towards her. "What is it?" Sam asked, as the other guys kept looking at one another trying to figure out if anyone else in the room understood; what had just happened? Mercedes started hyperventilating slightly but everyone could see that she was trying to calm herself down.
Mike ran to Sam's kitchen and started looking through his cabinets until he found a glass filled it with cold water and rushed it back to Mercedes. "Here have a sip." Mike said. "Baby, what is it?" Sam asked again. Mercedes took a sip of the water and attempted to calm her breathing once more-then she spoke her voice was so filled with anger everyone in the room could feel it. "Tell me again; who was the person that you met with him? Did you say you went to a law office? Where was it located? Tell me again the part about gift-wrapped for unethical reasons." She said. All the men just stared at each other as Ryder told her again about the man who spoke in riddles (Mr. Davis), the dead politician's son, who was so big that his breathing was affected. "SAM! THAT WAS MY OLD BOSS! HE FIRED ME JUST SO THAT I COULD BE BROUGHT BACK TO FIGGINS!"
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