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After lunch with Matty the next two days at work were uneventful, but Gilfoyle wasn't there. Monica missed seeing him in the office, and when she asked Dinesh, Jared, or Richard about where the fuck he was—in what she hoped came off in a purely professional manner—they all told her in their own ways that he was being a paranoid dick and it was probably better he wasn't here. He was apparently prepping their systems for an attack he was sure was coming but wouldn't say from who or why.
She even got to have a stress-free weekend, but Monday morning brought with it the usual Pied Piper disasters. The attack Gilfoyle had been heralding began, but probably not in the way he thought.
At 8 am, every Pied Piper employee received several thousand emails with a deep fake of Dinesh and Gilfoyle fucking. The sheer volume put stress on the system causing an emergency for the engineers. Even though it wasn't a very good deep fake, it still made Jared panic about the HR implications. Then while everyone was dealing with the crisis a large package arrived. It was rigged to open the internal tub when you opened the flaps, releasing the smell of 20 pounds of decomposing animals, which, upon inspection, Jared confidently stated were rats.
Gilfoyle still did not come in to the office, he texted Richard, Dinesh, and Jared that he was working on it. With the windows open, less people were actively vomiting, but the gagging continued, and even when the crisis was over several long hours later the smell still lingered.
During the senior leadership meeting at the hostel that night, Gilfoyle answered the question of who and why by simply saying "I broke up with Tara." He did not elaborate despite Dinesh needling him. He insisted on checking the security on everyone's phone, and when he strolled over and snatched her phone from her hands, he still didn't talk to her or make eye contact but when their fingers briefly touched Monica's whole body burned and she felt an ache in her heart. But being treated like she was invisible also made her punch him. Fucking asshole, she thought.
Monica had a sleepless night wondering why Gilfoyle broke up with Tara, and why Tara would choose to take her ire out on Pied Piper rather than Gilfoyle directly.
No one went to the office on Tuesday.
The return to office on Wednesday still did not bring Gilfoyle back.
Thursday morning she'd had it. Not only was his immature declaration still infuriating her, his lack of professionalism was astounding and she could hear the engineers asking why they had to be there when Gilfoyle wasn't.
With Jared, Dinesh, and Richard in the office, Gilfoyle would be alone—save Big Head and does he even count—and she was going to confront that common, awkward, on-the-spectrum nerd, monotone piece of shit, and put an end to this bullshit. If I'm lucky, I'll catch that autistic bastard asleep and he'll be the one caught off guard.
Monica crept rather than stormed in to the hacker hostel, it was 10:45 am and she desperately wanted Gilfoyle to be asleep, she cracked the door to his bedroom and saw him sprawled out on his stomach across a queen bed tangled in the sheet. His back was surprisingly toned and he had a manly amount of hair, not too much, not totally smooth, just sexy.
She slammed the door open; it bounced back after hitting the wall with a bang, and just as she hoped Gilfoyle woke up startled. In one fluid motion he turned over and sat up looking around frantically and desperately reaching for his glasses.
A voice cut through his panic and made his whole body stiffen.
"Get up asshole," Monica snapped from above him.
"So, you can speak to me" Gilfoyle hated that he hadn't thought of something better to say in the moment.
Monica rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated breath "speak to you? You've avoided me since your immature disclosure you piece of shit, now get out of bed. You are senior staff at Pied Piper and need to be at the office. Get! The fuck! Out of bed!"
He felt like dying, "immature disclosure," she wasn't wrong, but even after seeing her with that muscular dick a little part of him still hoped she felt similarly to him.
Gilfoyle, never okay with being the only one uncomfortable, swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood unashamed fully nude, morning wood and all, and while he rooted around in the drawers for some clothes commented to her "when I've fantasized about being naked in a room with you, you're never such a bitch."
Monica stormed out of the room and Gilfoyle kicked himself internally you've now both confirmed saying "I like you" wasn't friendly, admitted to being a perv who fantasizes about her, and called her a bitch. Well done.
He heard the door slam "Fantastic."