The next morning found Jenna begrudgingly trudging to work for the first time. She already couldn’t wait for the day to be over, despite the bright and cheery morning Friday offered. She walked slowly down the sidewalk, iced coffee hanging at her side. 

She shuffled through the security gate and was surprised to see Felicity waiting for her. She looked rather tense and motioned quickly for Jenna to meet her. 

“What’s the matter?” Jenna asked as Felicity pulled her into the women’s restroom.

I want to know how much Pete Ricketts, Deb Fischer, Don Bacon, Mike Flood or Adrian Smith thinks the January 6th insurrectionists should get for threatening to kill them. What’s the going rate for attempting to murder a member of Congress? What’s the payday for trying to overthrow the government?

Should the J6’rs who wanted to hang the Vice President get more than those who just broke in and shit on Nancy Pelosi’s desk? Or should every convicted rioter get the same amount of cash regardless of the severity of the crime?

Thursday afternoon bled into evening. Jenna had struggled to focus ever since her argument with Felicity. Mr. Ternal’s files were still on her computer. She moved on to another project to try to clear her head and make some semblance of progress, but the twisting knot in her stomach refused to relent. Felicity did at least apologize before she left, as had Jenna. But now she sat by herself in a slowly darkening office with absolutely no sense of closure. She let out a long sigh and decided to take Felicity’s parting advice to just leave it till tomorrow.

It took the rest of the morning for Felicity to convince Jenna she wasn’t going to get fired.

“Jenna, seriously,” Felicity continued. “In my first recording session, I got tongue-tied and accidentally triggered a really important doctor to recall a childhood memory of some creepy clown at a circus.”

“Eww, really?” Jenna laughed.

“Yeah, just chill,” Felicity said. “But seriously, you’re gonna have to show me the footage of these supposed ‘convulsions’.”

“But I’m supposed to delete it, right?” Jenna asked.