OFG Chapter 435-439 (Patreon)

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Chapter 435

Tasha was kind to Mosche. Not in saying anything nice, but in not saying anything at all. She knew he was there in the dark with his new romantic interest and she didn’t say a single thing about him, or the previous months of dating, or what she’d done with you and Sabrina and Gemma. She could have torn him to shreds. She could have eviscerated him with her words, turned the crowd and Isis against him.

So she was kind, not doing that.

And you knew that Mosche, with all of his neuroticisms and poor social judgement, would probably make the wrong assumptions and think that maybe they were OK or something. You could even see him trying to introduce Iris to her after the show, or something equally dumb.

Tasha was on fire, though. You had to guess that she was channelling her frustration with everything into her act. She had you grinning and chuckling, and both Sabrina and Gemma giggling, throughout her ten minutes on the stage. The one shot she did take at Mosche was doing some crowd work that actually got laughs as she went back and forth with a trio of middle-aged women a few times about the depressing state of the women’s bathroom in the club and the long lines. That had Gemma and Sabrina almost tearing up, they were laughing so much, even if it went over your head.

You ordered a fresh beer for Tasha about two-thirds of the way through her set, and as she dismounted the stage to raucous applause she emerged from the dark with a big grin on her face. Making a show of lifting the beer up to her, she held out a hand with a finger up, asking you to wait a minute, and went back around the bar to the tables where the other comics were. There was some clapping and loud encouragement from back there, but a minute later Tasha came back around to you. She grabbed the beer from her hand, took a long drink of it, then lowered it and shuddered as she swallowed. Her smile was a lot dimmer.

“What happened?” you asked in concern.

“Exactly what I thought would happen,” she said. “Dogs being dogs. Two different guys tried to make passes at me when I sat down. I got out of there as soon as I could.”

“I’m sorry, babe,” Sabrina said, rubbing her back. Tasha was dressed in all black, though her blouse had some silver accents and her heavily distressed jeans had white all through the distressing. If she’d had on a dress you were sure that Sabrina would have been getting handsy with any bare skin.

“You should say something to the manager or something,” Gemma said. “You have a right not to get harassed.”

Tasha sighed and shook her head. “I’m getting pretty good, but I’m not ‘kick other comics out’ good,” she said. “And if he kicked out every scummy guy who wanted to get into comedy there’d only be a handful left. Comics have shitty filters by trade, and it’s something I’ll be dealing with for a long time. What I do need is to finish my drink.”

“And then get some dick from John,” Sabrina said, thankfully quietly, but with a pretty little naughty grin.

Tasha snorted and then laughed, then looked at you and nodded.

“Can’t wait,” you said, trying to use your eyes to tell her how much you wanted her, too.

The four of you chatted a bit and listened to some of the other comics. Tasha gave you some insight into the various ups and downs they were going through; who was on the rise, who had been stagnant at the same level of popularity for years. Who was going to quit soon.

When Julie the ‘Bull Dyke’ came strutting out of the back area and spotted the four of you, scowling deeply, you decided it was probably time to call it a night. “Do you need to stick around at all?” you asked, hooking a finger into Tasha’s belt loop and tugging on it lightly as you gave her a look.

“Scared of Julie?” Tasha asked you with a grin.

“Nope,” you said. “Just at Gemma making her so mad she has a heart attack.”

“I’m not- OK, maybe I would brag about that one in the future,” Gemma said, making you all chuckle.

“Then take me home, John,” Tasha said, licking her lips suggestively. “So that you and your girlfriends can have your way with me.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that,” Sabrina said, hopping down from her stool and looping her arm with Tasha’s. “Do we all get to have our way with you?”

Tasha bit her lip and grinned, glancing behind the bar to make sure the two bartenders weren’t listening in. “Maybe,” she said. “I think I want to be told what to do tonight.”

“That, we can definitely do,” Gemma said, looping her arm through Tasha’s other one. “Though I think the big question is - if we’re having our way with you, is your ass on the line? Because I know John loved making love to that booty.”

Tasha flushed a little, looking at you again. “Is that what you want?”

“Very much,” you said, giving her a wink. “But only after you’ve come at least… three or four times and you’re super relaxed.”

Tasha groaned, deep in her chest. “Fuck, I think I just flooded my panties,” she laughed. “You guys are dangerous.”

“I’ll order an Uber,” Sabrina said, taking out her phone. “Unless you want to go have a little fun in the bathroom first? Take the edge off?”

Tasha seriously hesitated, considering it, before shaking her head. “Take me to your place,” she said. “I’m more than ready to have another night with your guys. But, uh, am I good to stay over again?”

“Absolutely,” Sabrina assured her even while she was ordering up the ride. “Though we have work early tomorrow, so we’ll be up early and having breakfast.”

“That’s OK,” Tasha smiled. “After last week I think I owe some help in the kitchen anyway.”

You managed to keep your hands off of Tasha until your ride was almost at the club and you left out the front. Then, before getting into the car, you couldn’t help yourself and you stood behind her, sliding your hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She hummed and leaned back against you, looking up and grinning.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” she said. “It really does mean a lot.”

“Happy to,” you assured her. “And that doesn’t need to lead to this. You know that, right?”

“I know,” she said. “I just really want more of this.”

“Good,” you said. “So do we.”

Chapter 436

“Fuck yes, John,” Gemma groaned softly. You were on top of her as she was face-down on the bed, the covers still over the two of you. She was pressing her ass back and up at you while you worked your hips, stirring your cock in her. Her head was sideways on the pillow, her long blonde hair a thick and wild cascade around her, and you had her hands in your under the pillow.

“God, I love you, Gemma,” you moaned.

“Love you too, love,” she gasped.

“Alright you two,” Tasha said as she came into Sabrina’s bedroom. She was only wearing panties, her amazingly perfect tits bouncing with each step. “Sabrina says if you don’t finish up and don’t come out for breakfast, she’s going to come in here and make you finish. I’m not sure what her plan is, but it sounded like a threat and not a promise.”

“M’kay,” Gemma moaned, flipping her head the other way so she could see Tash. “Come here?”

Tasha came to the side of the bed and Gemma let go of your hand, bringing it hers out from under the pillow and reaching towards the other blonde. Tash played along, letting Gemma pull her closer until they were kissing. Then Gemma pulled her in a little closer and whispered something to her right in her ear. It made Tasha grin and then chuckle as she glanced at you.

Once she was freed from Gemma’s grip, Tasha stood up and pulled the covers off of you and Gemma, and then wriggled out of her panties. “Sit up more, John,” she said. You did, and Tasha climbed up on the bed and flung her leg over Gemma’s back, straddling her and facing you. She shuffled a little closer until her tits were pressed to your chest, and she took your hands and brought one around her to her ass and the other down to feel at her pussy. “Gemma says if you’re going to finish quickly, you’re too used to having two women in bed with you so you need inspiration.”

“Fuck me hard, love,” Gemma said. “And see if you can get Tash off too.”

You did your best, using your hips to start thrusting into Gemma as you began to finger both of Tasha’s holes while making out with her.

Gemma was right, you were getting used to two women in bed with you at a time. At least two. You loved making love, or having nasty sex, with each of your girlfriends individually but over the course of the summer your natural stamina had definitely lengthened. Having Tasha in your arms, splitting your attention between what you and Gemma were doing, and what you were doing with your guest, helped make the experience heighten.

You came first, groaning as you pushed your cock into Gemma as deep as you could and pumped her full of cum. Tasha was the one who went off second, one of your fingers in her ass as you grabbed her butt cheek firmly and three fingers in her pussy. It wasn’t one of the massive ones you and the girls had continued to learn how to get out of her, but she hummed happily through it.

Gemma was last and didn’t come from the fucking and instead from when you pulled out of her, flipped her onto her back and dove down to kiss her and maul her tits as Tasha went in to taste the cum slowly oozing out of her.

“Are you three done yet or not?” Sabrina demanded from the door to the bedroom. When you looked over you could see she was dressed just like Tasha had been - only panties - but was wielding a spatula like a knife. “We need to eat, and then get dressed and go. We have so much fucking work to do, guys.”

“Well, if Sabrina is willing to interrupt after-sex cuddles, then we really do need to go,” you said.

“Cuddle on the couch while you’re eating,” Sabrina called over her shoulder as she headed back towards the kitchen.

“Shit, we really do need to go,” Gemma groaned, turning to Tasha. “Thanks for the help, babe.”

“My pleasure, literally,” Tasha grinned.

The rest of your morning was less eventful, rushing to eat the breakfast Sabrina and Tasha had put together and then to get the three of you put together enough that you didn’t look like you’d had a night of foursome sex. “Becks will know,” you said as the four of you were in the elevator on the way down.

“No she- Yeah, OK, she will,” Gemma said.

“You guys don’t look that bad,” Tasha said. She was dressed up in her jeans from the night before and was borrowing one of Gemma’s shirts - Sabrina’s would have been a little too lewd with how tight they would have been in the bust.

Outside, all four of you headed for the bus stop on the corner.

“Sorry we can’t have you over this weekend,” Sabrina said, lightly holding hands with Tasha as you walked in a group. “We’re going to be working all weekend though. This Mock Trial is starting to really stress me out and I’m ready for it to just be over.”

“It’s fine, seriously,” Tasha assured her. “I’m glad I got you guys even last night. And this morning. Thank you again for coming.”

All three of you reiterated that you were going to support her as much as you could, while you could. Then, as Tasha’s bus started approaching down the street, you each gave her a goodbye kiss.

“You know, one of these days I’m going to make you guys be the ones doing the walk of shame from my place,” she said with a smirk before getting on her bus.

“Wouldn’t be any shame at all,” Gemma called after her with a grin.

Once her bus pulled away, yours showed up shortly after and you were headed into the office. You’d managed to grab three seats near the back, without anyone else packed in nearby.

“It’s going to be hard saying goodbye to her,” Gemma sighed. “And Becks. It’s still so weird that I have, like, female fuck buddies now. And that I care about them so much!”

“Do you need to find one back home?” Sabrina asked with a little grin. “Just to keep your bed warm, and show John a good time when he comes to visit?”

Gemma snorted and shook her head. “I’m gonna wear out some batteries in my vibrator as I get used to less sex, but I’m not going to find myself a replacement for any of you. It would be pointless - you’re both irreplaceable.”

“Awww,” Sabrina grinned, hugging Gemma tightly.

You just smiled, making eye contact with your girlfriend and brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. “No one could replace you either, love,” you said. “Ever.”

“Thank you, love,” she replied with a smile.

Chapter 437

You made it in time to do the morning coffee run - with Andy off of the Intern team there was an open day in the schedule and it made more sense for you, Gemma and Sabrina to take care of it than to do a rotation with Eric. Ladened down with almost twenty to-go cups of various sizes between the three of you, you headed to the office.

“Hey, guys,” Becks said with a smile as you held the door for Gemma and Sabrina and followed them in.

“Morning, Becks,” Gemma said, heading straight for the desk.

“Good morning, sexy,” Sabrina said with a more lascivious smile.

Becks rolled her eyes after doing a quick glance to make sure no one was nearby down the corridor. “Not funny, Sabrina,” she said.

“You say that now,” Sabrina said. “But I bet you won’t turn down a Good Morning Kiss from John.”

She rolled her eyes again, smirking a little, as you were the last to set down your stack of cups. “No, I wouldn’t,” she said.

You shrugged, not able to help your own little grin, and leaned across the desk as she leaned in as well. The kiss was soft but lingered a little longer than a friendly peck. “Good morning, Becks,” you said.

“Mmm, don’t say it like that,” Becks said. “That was a ‘morning after’ tone. Now I’m going to be horny for the next hour.”

“Sorry, let me try again,” you said and adjusted to a fake announcer voice. “Goooood morning, Becks. The weather is fine today, isn’t it?”

That got you eye-rolls from all three of them.

“Any news?” Sabrina asked, turning back to Becks.

“Nothing. Joy hasn’t posted on any social media for the whole week,” Becks said. “Which probably means her mother cut her off from her devices, otherwise I can’t see her being able to hold back. I even checked her friends and none of them have said anything about her either - which, to be fair, might just be an out-of-sight, out-of-mind kind of thing. Vapid bitches are like that.”

“They do be like that,” Gemma chuckled.

Becks shook her head and smiled. “Other than that? Um, she hasn’t tried to get into the building, and neither has her mother. At least that the overnight security knows about. And I haven’t gotten any new memos or anything.”

The four of you continued to catch up a little bit, and Gemma apologised that you couldn’t invite her over for some more fun that weekend - the Mock Trial was going to be taking up most of your time, and you and Sabrina also needed to film a couple of quick ‘milder’ scenes to get into the release queue. Becks understood and offered to film stuff with you the next weekend, which led to reminding her that that would actually be Gemma’s last weekend in the States.

And that started the emotions as all three of them started tearing up, and you couldn’t help getting a little sad as well. Two weekends and one and a half weeks before you wouldn’t be able to hold her in your arms.

Sabrina changed the subject, inviting Becks over for a ‘Post Trial Party’ at her place on Wednesday after the trial was supposed to be finished. Becks agreed readily.

With the rest of the coffee run waiting, the three of you ended up needing to head upstairs so you told Becks you’d see her later and then headed for the elevators. Once inside, Gemma sighed. “Now we just need to make sure Tasha is available.”

“For what?” you asked.

“The party,” Sabrina said. “Obviously.”

“Not obvious, but OK,” you said. Then you raised an eyebrow at the two of them. “So both of them?”

“You can handle it,” Sabrina smirked.

“Yeah, maybe,” you said. “But what are you two planning? Becks is only on a ‘play’ basis with girls even if Tasha might actually consider dating one.”

“Don’t worry about it, love,” Gemma said. “We know what we’re doing.”

You pursed your lips, clearly unconvinced, and they both chuckled.

You and Gemma handled delivering the coffees on the floor your intern office was on since there were more, while Sabrina went up to the next floor to make those deliveries, and you ended up back in the office together just as Eric was arriving for the day. He still had that same big grin from the day before.

“Same thing keeping a pep in your step,” you asked him as he entered the conference room. “Or did something else happen?”

“Oh, I’m still fucking thrilled about cutting my law school tuition costs massively,” Eric said. “But something else did happen.” He pulled out his phone as he sat down, opened something up and slid it across the desk to you. You picked it up and then immediately moved it away from your eyesight. “Eric,” you said. “What the fuck?”

“She’s hot, right?” Eric said. “That’s Casey. We decided to ‘see’ each other and she sent me that.”

“You should probably be keeping that private then,” you said, sliding his phone back to him. His new not-quite-girlfriend had taken a topless picture for him, showing from her chin to her stomach. He was right, it was a hot picture - she had warm, brown skin from her mixed heritage and her tits were probably about as large as Becks, but with large, puffy areola and little pebble nipples. She also looked like she was top-heavy with how thin her waist was.

“Nah, she’s not the kind of girl who would mind,” Eric said.

“Lemme see,” Sabrina said, motioning him to slide her the phone across the table.

“Really?” Eric asked, making a questioning face.

“Yeah, why not?” Sabrina said.

“O-OK,”  Eric said, sending her the phone.

Sabrina picked it up and looked for a lot longer than you did, making a bit of an impressed face as she raised her eyebrows and examined the tits. “Those are pretty big,” she said, then looked up at Eric. “They’re fake but nice.”

“No they aren’t,” he said. “She specifically told me they were all natural.”

Sabrina shrugged. “I mean, maybe. It’s not like fake boobs make them any less boobs anyways. I’m just saying they look enhanced to me. Maybe not in size so much as in shape.” She slid the phone back to Eric. “Either way, they look good.”

Eric looked at the picture again, narrowing his eyes as he tried to see what Sabrina was seeing. Sabrina, meanwhile, looked at you with a little smirk and winked.

She was yanking his chain.

Chapter 438

“Sabrina,” Garrison said, knocking quickly and sticking his head in the door to the conference room. All four of you looked up even if he’d only called her. “Come with me,” he said.

Sabrina frowned and glanced at you and Gemma, clearly unsure of what was going on, but got up and followed after Garrison, only hesitating to reach back to Gemma and brush fingertips as the blonde reached out to her.

“Thoughts?” Gemma asked.

“He looks grimmer than usual,” you said.

“I swear I didn’t report her for sexual harassment,” Eric said.

That had you and Gemma looking at him in confusion.

“For her making comments about my- person I’m seeing,” Eric said, stumbling over not saying ‘girlfriend.’

“Eric, in that whole situation, do you think that you had the biggest case for a sexual harassment claim?” Gemma asked.

“Well, I mean, Sabrina asked to see the picture,” Eric said.

“But I didn’t, dude,” you said.

“Yeah, but you’re a guy,” Eric said. Then he realised his reasoning and exhaled. “Yeah, OK,” he said.

“Eric, you’re great, but you think with your balls too much,” Gemma said, shaking her head and smirking.

“So we know it wasn’t Eric,” you said. “Any other ideas?”

Eric and Gemma both shook their heads. The issue was that you and Gemma both could probably think of a couple of reasons why Sabrina would get called out of the office by Garrison - not the least of which was doing sexual stuff in the office, being in an unreported relationship, saying inappropriate things to Becks if someone overheard her. Then there was the incident with Becks and the sushi up here in the conference room. And the whole OnlyFans side-career.

Sabrina was gone for almost forty-five minutes and it was getting close to lunch when she came back. She looked ashen-faced and was chewing on the inside of her lip nervously as she came back.

“What happened?” Gemma asked, immediately standing up and closing the door behind Sabrina to get privacy. You got up as well, circling around the table.

Sabrina sat down in her seat, Gemma immediately moving to hug her. You ended up perching on the edge of the table and taking her hand in yours.

“Um,” Sabrina said, then shook her head lightly. “I got served.”

“Fucking bitch,” Gemma grunted, clearly not directed at Sabrina.

“Joy?” you asked.

Sabrina nodded. “Civil lawsuit. The process server was downstairs asking for me, and Becks had a hunch so she called Garrison instead of me. There was no real point in trying to dodge it, so Garrison acted as my lawyer and witnessed the serving. Then we went up to his office so he could look it over. It’s- Garrison says it’s all ridiculous and won’t fly, but we have to go through the motions.”

“Are you OK?” you asked softly.

Sabrina swallowed and took a breath before nodding. “I think so?” she said. “I mean, it’s fucking bullshit that they think she’s the victim after all the crap she pulled. And this is going to last into the school year unless they can convince Bellagamba to drop it, which he doesn’t think will happen until it gets in front of a judge at least.”

“Is he going to represent you?” Eric asked.

“No,” Sabrina said. “He can’t since he’ll be a material witness if it comes down to it. He couldn’t see what happened, but he heard it on the phone and is aware of everything else Joy was doing at the firm. He said the firm is going to engage one of the civil attorneys on my behalf at the firm we’re doing the Mock Trial against, so I’ll meet them then.”

“Fucking hell,” you sighed, holding her hand tight.

“OK, this sucks,” Gemma said. “But now that the shock is wearing off, tell me this. Was it worth seeing Joy wailing with a busted nose?”

Sabrina scrunched up her face, then snorted and relaxed a bit as she chuckled. “Yes,” she said. “God, she looked like such a fucking little bitch. And the way she just said ‘I t’ink you broke by nobe’ was so fucking good.”’

Gemma made space for you to hug Sabrina, and Eric even came over and hugged her as well.

“I’m going to get you some water,” you said. “Is there anything else you need?”

She looked at you and smirked just a little, and you knew what she was thinking and you laughed and shook your head. “Water would be good,” she agreed. “Thanks, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, and after exchanging a glance with Gemma you slipped out of the conference room, leaving the door open again like it was supposed to be. You headed down the corridor through the building but bypassed the staff kitchen area and went down towards the partner offices, knocking on Garrison’s door. He looked up and saw you, motioning you in.

“Is she going to be OK?” you asked him bluntly.

“She will,” Garrison said. “It’s not a frivolous suit, but it’s close enough considering everything else. I can’t see any judge ruling against her. If it goes anywhere you’ll end up being a witness most likely though.”

“That’s fine,” you said. “Um… I probably shouldn’t actually talk to you about details though, should I?”

“Not on this one, John,” Garrison said. “I know all I need to know about it. Anything else you should tell her lawyer - I’m pretty sure I know who it will end up being, and she is very, very good. We just need to make sure she’s available and sign the documents to make it official.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said. “For everything, but especially for this.”

“I told you four yesterday, you’re more trouble than you should be worth. But you also saved this firm from potentially a lot worse if Joy hadn’t gotten caught. This isn’t out of the goodness of our hearts, this is fair compensation for good work.”

‘Thank you,” you repeated.

“You’re welcome. Now, back to work. You’ve got a trial on Monday and didn’t need this distraction,” he said. “Actually, why don’t you all refocus on that for the rest of the day? It’ll do Sabrina some good to be able to work with you three directly.”

“Will do, sir,” you agreed. “Thank you again.”

“Thank me one more time and I’ll think I’m getting soft, John,” he said. “You can go.”

You managed not to say it again before leaving.

Chapter 439

Sabrina was, understandably, a little distracted during the next few hours. That didn’t stop you, Gemma and Eric from encouraging her to take charge to try and help her out. Sabrina ended up assigning you the finalisation of the witness lists, while Gemma was directed to start taking the various notes that had been made for the opening statements and forming them into a cohesive speech. That left space for Eric to double-check the motions that needed to be filed to attempt to quash various elements of evidence or specific witnesses that would hurt the case and to challenge the validity of several of the initial case filings from the main package. Sabrina took on the brunt of forming the meat of the case you would be making, organising your defensive and offensive question lists for the witnesses and laying out which evidence you would bring in for each potential witness.

You noticed, about halfway through the afternoon, that none of the Associates or Junior Partners had dropped any interning work for you all - usually, Fridays were a ‘dump day’ when they were getting their work for the week finished and dropped off stuff for you all to work on. Instead, it seemed like word had gotten around about the mock trial and that you were to be left alone, which was definitely helpful.

“OK,” Eric sighed, rubbing at his face as he leaned back from his laptop. “All I’ve got left is the motion to suppress on the character witnesses, and then finalising the motion to dismiss.”

“Did you remember to include the citations I found for the motion to suppress on the traffic cam footage from earlier in the day?” Sabrina asked.

“Umm, yeah,” Eric nodded, clicking through his open tabs. “I got them.”

“OK,” Sabrina nodded, then turned to you. “How are you doing, John?”

“Good,” you said. “Unless we find something else over the weekend I think the list should be done. The last detail is whether we can come up with a way to mitigate the fact that the broker was the brother-in-law of the victim or not.”

“Mm,” Sabrina hummed and started flipping through papers. “I actually found something for that. I’ll try to find it.”

“I’m only about halfway through the opening statements,” Gemma said. “Honestly, my natural inclination is to be a little more… fiery than we decided to go. I’m going to need some help.”

“I’ll help,” you offered.

The four of you got back to work, and you slid your chair over to sit next to Gemma as you both murmured quietly and wordsmithed the opening statements. What she’d written was good, but after the advice from Garrison and witnessing his own case, you’d all decided to follow his methodology of methodical, passionless facts for whoever the judge ended up being. The two of you ended up doing a quick secondary rewrite of what she’d already gotten done, toning things down a little more, before piecing together the second half of the speech.

What you managed to put together was a comprehensive defence of your Insurance Company client’s decisions and actions regarding the decision not to pay out several of the claims made by the plaintiff. You had already done a round of ‘What if we were the plaintiff?’ earlier on in the process and had tried to head off as many of the avenues they had as possible upfront.

If you could get everything else ready, you would do that again over the weekend as you all went through every spec of information that came in the massive resource file now that you were immersed in it, looking for anything last tidbits that would help either side.

The end of the work day passed without any of you noticing, and you were surprised when the conference room phone rang and the security guard asked someone to come down to pick up your dinner order. You ended up going with Gemma, wanting a quick break from the final paragraph of the opening statement and found out that the ‘mystery delivery’ was from the Taco truck that you and Gemma had gotten food from before. The reminder of your first date made you chuckle, and when you were in the elevator you set down the big paper bag you were holding and you took your girlfriend’s face in both your hands and kissed her.

“I love you, Gemma,” you said.

“I know,” she smiled back. “And I love you too. What made you want to say it like that, though?”

“Everything,” you sighed, picking the bag of food back up. “Just everything.”

“Just,” she smirked. Then she sighed. “I’m going to miss you so much, but I’m going to miss this, too.”

“Interning?”

“Working with you and Sabrina every day. And Eric, even. Feeling like we’re doing things and not just spinning my wheels in class,” she said. “I won’t miss the intern salary rate. But everything else has just been… My life changed this summer for the better, and you and Sabrina are like 85% of that. Becks, Tasha, Becca and Charlotte are maybe 5%. This job, working with you, getting mentored by Garrison, that’s the last 10%.”

“We’ll survive,” you said. “We’ll be together next summer, and live together at whatever school we go to.”

“We need to talk about that more,” Gemma sighed. “And I know. Three years of Law School together will be amazing. But after that, we might not all work together. Hell, more likely than not we won’t. We’ll be together, but it won’t be like this again. I’m just trying to really enjoy all of this, even the chaotic and hard parts.”

“Me too,” you said softly, leaning into her slightly. “Me too.”