Tobias.

I tap my fingers on my desk and lay my head down on the surface. I'm bored and thanks to Zeke, tired too. I only got three hours of sleep last night due to him wanting a complete minute by minute explanation of every event that has happened in the past week, followed by a rant on how stupid I am for not getting the dirt right away. He doesn't understand that things, like fixing Tris, takes time. Soon he's going to ask me about Uriah. And I have no idea what I am going to say.

I decide to go see Tris. I can't help myself from being bored. Plus she's Tris and even though I've slowly come to face the fact that she is alive, every second I spend in her presence is just sensational. I feel like we are on the level of friendship where we can just come say hi to each other. And if we aren't, I will change that.

I feel a surge of disappointment looking through the window of her office and finding the chair empty but before I can take more than three steps in the other direction, I hear a noise from her office. It sounds like she's… grunting?

The last time I sneaked into her office to spy on what she's doing, I found some heavy news. Should I do it again?

Hell yes.

But I soon realize I shouldn't have done that when I open the door and am horrified.

I see her, sort of. But I mainly see him. His pants are down his shirt is, by the looks of it, unbuttoned. His hair is in that same mishap that it was the day I saw him come back from her office.

So that's why it took so long.

He has her on her desk. Her skirt is rolled up and the top buttons are undone just enough to show everything. I feel sick.

Now I see Tris. My Tris. My Tris fucking another man.

Martin kind of sounds like Marcus.

I feel all sorts of hatred in this moment. Do they even realize I'm standing here? How long have I been standing here?

I clear my throat. They break apart in an instant, rushing to fix themselves. But they can't because I know what I just saw.

I see Tris look at me as she buttons her shirt. I want to turn around. We all stay silent, unknowing what to say.

"Tobias, erm, this isn't what it looks like." She mutters.

"Are. You. Serious? So you mean to tell me you weren't just doing him two seconds ago?"

He stands there looking at the ground, turned away from me. He looks old. Too old to be doing those things with the girl in front of me

She grabs my shirt in her fist and pushes me out of the room so we can talk privately. She's much stronger than she was.

"Listen, Tobias. You can't tell anyone. Anyone. We could both get fired and got knows what his wife and kids will-"

"Wife and kids? You're having an affair with a married man? Tris, why?"

"Remember what I said about being lonely? Well I am. And Martin isn't the best company but he makes me feel less alone and that's what I need."

"What about me? I could make you feel less alone."

"I'm not going to sleep with you."

"What?"

"What?"

We both look at each other awkwardly and she goes back into her office room and shuts the door. What even was that?

I go back into my office and slam the door shut. I sit in my chair and rest my head on my hands. My leg twitches.

I throw the pencil sharpener at the wall. Neither the wall nor the sharpener deserved that.

I don't know if I'm jealous or not. I just saw my girlfriend having sex with a 39 year old. But she's also not really my girlfriend. I don't know what I'm feeling. I need to get my mind off of this.

So I finish my work in two hours when it usually takes four.

Packing up to leave, I see Martin in the door. What the hell does he want?

"What." I seethe. I hate him.

"I know Beatrice probably told you this already, but you can't tell anyone about what you saw."

I'm not going to. But I don't want to make promises to this filth.

"Oh yeah? Who's going to make me?"

He takes something out of his pocket. It looks small but its shiny.

"This might."

He unfolds it.

It's a knife. A pocket knife.

It's bizarre, and inappropriate but I laugh.

I know how to throw knives directly at a target. I taught Tris along with many initiates how to do it. I've killed people. I've jumped on and off moving trains so much that its second nature to me. I've done so many things.

And he thinks he can threaten me with a puny little pocket knife.

I move closer to him. No normal person would ever, or should ever do this. But I'm not normal and I know what I'm doing.

With plenty of ease, I flick the pocket knife out of his hand and it lands somewhere on the floor. I grab the collar of his shirt and smack him as hard as I can against the wall. I get in his face and whisper in his ear.

"Listen to me Marty. You don't know who the hell you're messing with. I could kill you right here right now and it would be as easy as snapping a pencil. You may thing you're the shit because you have Tris but only a coward and a low life would cheat on their wife. You're a bastard and don't you forget it."

He laughs.

"You're jealous, aren't you? You like Tris and you're mad because you'll never be good enough for her."

I let him go. I don't care what he says. I'm not the one who has bruises on his neck from just being held against a wall.

"Neither will you." I hiss and shove him out of my room.

I slam the door and finish packing my things.

I hate him.

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