You have to admit she drove a hard bargain,” Olivia said. “She even got to wear rubber gloves before she wanked him off.”
“I do not need to know my girlfriend is giving handies to a fat fucker who’s halfway to going full-on rapist.”
I hadn’t watch the monitors when it happened.
The gods, however, took a keen interest, huddling behind Mark and Benjamin to watch the monitors keenly.
This went on for another three days. Julia would go to Rexton’s flat after lunch. He would plead for sex. She would finally agree to pull on the rubber gloves and toss him off. Then he would zip up and begin typing at his computer while she went to strip off the gloves and leave. Every time I glanced at him through his computer’s webcam, I felt an overwhelming urge to drive my fist into his increasingly punchable face.
“For fuck’s sake! How much longer does this have to go on?”
“Let me check in with Delia,” Marcie said.
All in all, I was building up quite the psychosexual profile of George Rexton, not that anyone at the office really cared. Marcie was happy to present my profile to Delia McCarthy.
I never met Delia face-to-face, so she stayed a somewhat abstract presence throughout this case. That was fine by me, since she was Marcie’s client, and it was Marcie she trusted for advice, information, and hand-holding. They agreed that any information on this case should be presented to Delia in person rather than online because of the risk of her computer and accounts getting hacked, even with Olivia and Benjamin monitoring them. Marcie would go off and meet Delia, either at her production company offices, the TV studio, or for a drink. No one was going to suspect Marcie, since everyone remembered her from her days in PR and simply assumed she was catching up with her old friend and client Delia McCarthy. They were very adept at looking like two girlfriends doing lunch as Marcie presented her with all the dirt we had dug up in a thumb drive, including the footage from Rexton’s house.
Delia got back to Marcie and said it was time to release the Kraken.
“The Kraken” was the virus Olivia had written up for this special occasion.