“I hardly feel that’s appropriate in a work place, Dr Smith.”
“You can call me Jerry. And please, we’ve had a connection since the day you started,” He was leaning over the desk, practically leering at me.
“You are aware that my uncle is a lawyer who could get your butt kicked off these premises if you look at me like that again.”
“And then what? You’ll bring the Goth family into it? Old money equals power? The Tempest family is pathetic, your heritage was made up by a crazy bitch who was thrilled when her parents died. Your mother was forced into marriage. Your existence is a lie, dear Jasmyn.” I could almost hear my blood thrumming through my veins as he came closer to touch my cheek I shoved his hand away,
“Touch me one more time asshole. I dare you.” His hand reached out to me again and I just lost it.
I walked to the door and he spoke up,
“You could have anything you wanted, money, fame, cars, pretty clothes.”
“You are mistaking me for a prostitute Dr Smith.”
Ew. That’s all I can think as I’m filing in these forms. Slimy old pervert. My uncle Liam looks over the desk as I shudder.
“I can fill them in for you Jasmyn.”
“Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean it wasn’t assault.”
“It was still sexual harassment, which is definitely valid. Have you handed in your notice?” I chewed the end of the pen,
“Wouldn’t filing for a sexual harassment lawsuit give some kind of hint? And does it even count as sexual harassment?”
“I’ll make it count. Your mother is literally twisting my arm over this. It might be an idea to do hand in your notice as well.” I nodded at my uncle, he looked almost exactly like grandad except his hair was blond, streaked with gray.
“How’s aunt Eliza?” He looked up from scanning the forms, abruptly panicked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well I haven’t seen her in a while, and I was wondering if she was okay.”
“She’s fine, just you know sensitive skinned and all!” I nodded, Eliza had a rare skin condition which made her skin practically peel in the sunlight, so we could only ever visit her at night and even then she would look sickly, her eyes were far too bright.
I left Liam’s office and took a quick detour home through the bar. Well, I say quick, what I mean is about a 3 hour stop off. I came home giggling and could barely open my own door, “best not to walk upstairs tonight,” a small voice in my head told me. I stumbled into the living room and crashed on the sofa, feeling drained.
Eventually Dr Smith was found guilty of sexually harassing 13 of his assistants and 3 other colleagues besides myself. He was fined but strangely not fired. The next week I handed in my notice through his assistant and began a new plan of action. Dr. Smith was head of the genealogy department but if I went to the surgeon or even GP end of Medical I wouldn’t even have to pass Dr Smith in the halls, just occasionally accidentally on purpose scratch his car with my keys.