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recent case you have been working on, and knowing that I fully side with your position, I couldn’t help but submit my resume.” I swallow down the bile rising in my throat. Lies. I don’t agree with him. At some point, you have to let the bullshit go. Let people live their lives. Just because he loves another man; it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love his children. Thad would know that, if he ever caught interest in his wife and made a child with her.
    Back in high school, Thad had asked me out, but it was the year before the bet, and I figured it was because his parents made him ask me. It was to homecoming, and I didn’t have a date. His mother worked with mine, so I’m sure that had something to do with it. To say it was awkward is an understatement. He didn’t touch me—not once. Didn’t dance with me, and only hung out with some guy from the soccer team the entire night.
    I’ll give him credit, though, like Casen, he never asked me out for the bet, but he never prevented it from happening. From any of it happening. He never thought to tell them what they were doing was wrong.
    The interview goes well, and I hope to get the job. It would be a lot easier on me to be able to see, firsthand, if what Patrick was hinting at is true.
    I stand up, Thad shaking my hand, and freeze when his eyes don’t leave mine. They stare into me like they recognize something. This is another thing I have prepared myself for: being found out. It would suck, to say the least, but again, I’m not doing anything except bringing attention to what they are hiding.
    Is that wrong? Maybe.
    Do I fucking care? Not one bit.
    He walks me to the door and points me to the far end of the hallway when I ask to use the bathroom. “There is an exit down that way,” he tells me. “It was nice to meet you, Ms. Quinn. We’ll be in touch.”
    When I’ve finish, I decide to suck up to Jacob, and thank him for his help. Halfway back to the front desk, I stop short as soon as I hear heavy breathing and hushed voices behind a semi closed door. “Oh, you have to stop. I need to get back to work,” the masculine voice pleads. My eyes look through the slit in the doorway and go wide at the vision before me. My cheeks rise in a large smile when I find what might have taken me weeks to capture if I was hired here. I pull my phone out and hit video to record.
    “I’m the boss,” Thad responds. “And, we’re taking a fifteen minute break before the next interview.”
    Through the screen on my phone I watch as Thad unbuttons Jacob’s shirt, pushing it down off of his body. His tongue darts out, leaving a trail from Jacob’s neck to his shoulder, and I have to cover my mouth before I squeal with joy.
    I fucking knew it.
    Jacob reaches inside Thad’s still buckled pants and drags his hands up and down his boss’s length. Thad moans and commands Jacob to his knees.
    That’s all I need. I stop recording and back away slowly as to not make a noise. For a married man who is so against gay people and their right to their own children, he sure looked like he was about to enjoy the benefits of having Jacob’s mouth wrap around his cock.
    I hit the elevator button three times in my excitement. I guess I don’t need this job anymore. Once inside the elevator, I pull up the email address of the Chicago Tribune and log into my secure email, sending the short fifteen second video to their site. I give it an hour before it goes viral.
    Getting the proof that what Patrick said there was is a big win in my book. Now, seeing it for myself, I know why Thad was always so awkward. Why he never dated anyone. Why he would have guy friends from other schools over all the time. I don’t fault him. The heart wants what it wants. But, that heart should also be caring and kind to those around him, and he let them use me and my innocence. I wasn’t a game. I wasn’t a bet. All he had to do was stick up for me. He didn’t, and now he will, most likely, lose the biggest case