The Night Knights – Part 3

Life is weird.  You think you know people, and it turns out you don’t.  You think you know yourself, and every day is something new.  Just weird.

Writing commences unabated.  Been battling a persistent illness of late, on top of everything else I’m trying to juggle around.  Going to do some refocusing, going to establish a higher physical health priority, and I’m going to commit to cooking at home and keeping the house in great shape.  I think I need some additional discipline at this point.

I keep working, and I keep striving.  I think I could be doing more however, and the last thing I want out of all of this is less than my best.  So like all things in life, refocus, recenter, reassess, and rearm.  Endlessly, ceaselessly, till the day we die.

Without further introspection…

The Night Knights – Part 3

Jed seethed as the elevator took her up the six floors to the board room.  Seethed wasn’t really the right word, but it was all she could think of as she fumed upwards.

That miserable, ill-begotten, son of a bitch.  He’d done it.  He’d really done it.  Despite everything she had done, all the avenues she had pursued, it hadn’t mattered.  The rape kit had mysteriously never been processed, the HR complaints had never amounted to anything.

He had taken her decency and trust in others, especially men.  And he had faced no punishment for it.  Zack had acted as though her complaints were nothing.  He had denied everything, no matter how much evidence she compiled against him.  In the end, it hadn’t mattered.  He hadn’t even lost his spot on the Board.

Yet here she was, being called up to face the entire mob, with Zack leading the charge.  This was it then.  She’d told herself this wouldn’t happen.  For months, she had told herself that he wouldn’t beat her, he wouldn’t see her yield.  And yet…

“You ain’t never seen no one line me, prevail regardless what the cost might be”1

The elevator slowed, and stopped.  The door dinged, but it had hardly begun to open when Jed burst out of it.  If she was going down, it was swinging.  She was no sow, fattened for the slaughter.  Yes, she despaired.  Yes, she felt grief and anger and betrayal.  But if Zack expected his little witch hunt to find docile prey, he had another thing coming.  He was about to reap the whirlwind.

It was then that the world decided to explode.

To be continued….

Jedfully,
Justin

1) Suicidal Tendencies ‘You Can’t Bring Me Down’