Authors: Jessa Hawke
When the stream finally punched out into the open ocean the destruction on the banks spread out before them in each direction. It looked like something out of a movie. Sally thought of all the photos and footage she'd seen of the tsunami in Japan and realized that even though she'd seen photos there wasn't anything in this world that could prepare her for the amount of destruction that faced her now. Houses were ripped open as if giants had gone on an insane Easter egg hunt. Trees were twisted and tossed in every direction on the shore. There were all kinds of boats that had washed up, some of them huge. One of the bigger ones was an oil tank spilling its black harvest all over the place. The ocean was tinged brown and sooty.
“Oh my God,” Kieth said.
Brett just nodded, thunderstruck. There really wasn't anything to say that wouldn't cheapen the moment, and anything that would take away from what they were witnessing would be of the utmost disrespect. So much loss and pain was playing out right before their eyes. And then they saw the fins of sharks rising and falling around the hulking wreckage of what looked to be a few small yachts that were bobbing together in a small circle. Sally wondered how bad things had gotten during the worst of it, but then realized that she didn't want to know. She also realized that it was silly to think that the worst of it had already happened. Sure, most of the destruction was over, but that didn't take into account that aftershocks. Now there would be thousands of people displaced and pretty much without anything besides the clothes on their backs.
The coast stretched out before them as they made their way south toward the federal building. Sally realized that besides a few photos she had no idea what the building looked like. When they were all back at the firm she would have been so sure she could have picked out the federal building from a mile away. But now that they were in the midst of it she realized that there was a possibility that they would cruise right past it and not even know. What if there was a giant boat in the middle of the building? What if the place was flooded and sharks were swimming through the corridors? There were so many things that could have gone wrong, and probably did go wrong. Who knew what was left, or what was still inside. What if there were people inside that needed saving? There was so much to think about as their small boat glided on top of the water toward their destination.
“Brett,” Kieth said. “How much further to the building?”
Brett was looking at the shore in earnest, trying to find some landmark that hadn't been so wrecked that it was now unrecognizable.
“I'm looking,” Brett said. “I'm sorry if this is taking awhile but I have to keep an eye on the water as well as the shore. I had no idea there was so much stuff out here floating around. I guess I should have thought of it.”
“Are you looking for sharks?” a good looking male intern asked.
“No, I'm more concerned with something big bobbing up and capsizing the boat. I don't really want to find out anymore than I have to about the sharks in the water.”
After this there was silence as the small skiff moved along with the beach always a present reminder that all they had to do was pull onto the shower if they wanted to get out. But the shower was littered with so much debris that Sally wondered if they'd even be able to walk through it all. And the flies. She'd never heard so many flies buzzing before.
“Fuck,” Kieth said.
Sally looked up to find what was left of the federal building in front of them. It was smashed to bits. All of it. And part of it was underwater because the foundation had sloughed out from under the heavy structure.
“Fucking God damn it,” Kieth said. Then again more quietly. “Fuck.”
With that Brett turned the skiff around.
“I'm not sure what we should do,” Kieth was on the phone with someone from the firm. “Yes, it's a complete loss. No, I didn't go inside. Because there was no inside to go into. Everything was outside. Even the inside was outside. No, I'm not being dramatic I'm just telling you what I saw. The goddamn thing was fucked up and there is no salvaging it. Pretty much no way. By pretty much I mean that it's going to cost millions to clean it up so maybe you should stop hassling me for doing my job and figure out if we're on the hook for that as well.”
Kieth paused and everyone in the barn listened, including Brett. He'd brought out some lunch for everyone, sandwiches, and was eating one with everyone else.
“I guess we can go look for him. I mean, it's going to be pretty much impossible. By pretty much mean not at all and I'll start looking right after lunch.”
Kieth hung up. He didn't look happy. I didn't like that he didn't look happy, it meant that things weren't going well at all. First the federal building had ended up pretty much destroyed, now Kieth was being told to go look for someone. It would be a needle in a haystack right after a tsunami. And that didn't sound like fun to Sally at all. The last thing she wanted to do was wade through a sea of refugees looking for someone who was themselves most likely a refugee to hound them about something insurance related. What if the person they found was just as broken as the landscape that they'd seen today? What if the person had lost loved ones or something of that nature. Everyone had lost something, that much was certain.
The see of people in the stadium reminded Sally of the what she'd seen when they'd ventured out into the ocean. So many wrecked lives and people torn apart emotionally. Kieth walked through them all as stoically as possible but Sally could tell he was having a hard time. The more time Sally spent around Kieth on this trip the more she was drawn to him, the more she watched how he moved and how he walked and how he talked. It was strange, almost like she was back in high school and lusting over some young man that had, just a few months before, been her friend and nothing more.
As Sally walked through the aisle of people and cots, lined up in easily navigated rows, her mind drifted to going back to the firm. She thought about how the federal building might ruin them, and somehow she didn't mine. A big part of her no longer even wanted to work in the insurance industry. There seemed to be so much pain that came with it, even if she didn't see it. And how she hadn't even known a few days ago blew her mind. She'd just been sailing through life, completely and totally unaware that most of what she did revolved around peoples' lives crumbling out from under them, and the fear of this that drove them to buy insurance. The more Sally thought about it the more she wished she was something worth a damn.
“Kieth!” Sally shouted over the din in the stadium.
“What is it, Sally?” Kieth said with a concerned voice.
“I,” Sally trailed off. “I don't want to do this anymore.”
“Well then we don't have to,” Kieth said.
“What?” Sally said.
“The board of trustees is a sham, Sally. Something I created to give the illusion that there really was a bigger industry at work. I own the firm and if I want we can just decide to do something else. It really is that easy.”
Sally was shocked, so shocked that she could barely even speak. Instead of acknowledging what had happened she plunged on.
“I think I want to be a nurse or something,” she said. “Maybe a doctor or lawyer. I just don't want to be in this thing anymore. And not in this place. Who are we even looking for?”
Kieth looked around, forlorn, then back at Sally.
“You know what,” he said. “It doesn't even matter. So what if the board of puppets won't be happy if I don't make contact with the guy who was behind the contract that we signed with the feds. It's not like that's going to matter anyway. The firm will have to file for bankruptcy and transition into something else anyway.”
Kieth grabbed her by the arm and started guiding her toward the door.
“I have a better idea than just mucking about in this state trying to cut our losses. How about we help these people!”
Sally could tell that Kieth was excited. Whenever he got like this is was just best to go along with whatever he was suggestion, and in this case Sally didn't really see any reason not to. If they could help people all the better. But her mind was still racing with the news Kieth had just dropped on her. He was the owner of the firm? That had to make him some kind of billionaire. It was crazy to think that he'd worked from the bottom to the top in an institution of his own creation. And how hard he had worked, much harder than the average employee. And it had inspired Sally to work that much harder. For some reason she didn't feel cheated finding out that the Kieth that she had known had more or less been a sham. Instead she felt like she'd been let in on a great secret. And since Kieth seemed now hell bent on changing course mid stride she found the past even more forgivable. Because these people really did need their help.
“That's right,” Kieth stood talking on his phone outside of the stadium. “No, you heard me right. Just file for bankruptcy and buy a bunch of first aid stuff and meet us down here. I know, I know the feds will be pissed off, but seriously fuck them anyway. I told them that building that ugly thing on the waterfront like they were some kind of wannabe drug kingpins was a bad idea for the very reason that it was destroyed! I mean I don't even think that they paid their first premium in full! And they actually expect us to pay them out a huge some! Weird. Makes me wonder if they didn't have a little bit of knowledge that the rest of us don't. Think about all the information those people have considering they can draw from both the CIA and NASA. They could have known that chances were high for a big storm like this. And listen, when I say 'they' I'm really talking about whoever is going to end up making money off of this. Have you looked into that?”
The sun was blazing down overhead as children played with rocks in the parking lot. It was even more dismal outside than it was inside because the children escaped into their own little worlds leaving everyone else to deal with reality; a reality that was tens of thousands of people packed into this stadium and other places along the coast.
“Yeah, I remember that guy. And he did insist on having the thing built right there. Maybe it would be a good time to ring our hacker friends and have them retrieve all his emails. Yes, I realize it's illegal, that's why we're going to hire people who do it for a living to do it for us. God damn it, just listen to me! The insurance thing is over, good to go? So now all of you are going to have to start earning your keep a little bit. This starts right now. So please, all of you, just shut up. And I swear to God this is the last time we do a conference call—it's just pointless when all of you want to talk at the same time.”
The children were all looking at Kieth, who turned his back to them and hunched over.
“Good, good,” he said. “Well I'm glad we understand each other because it gets frustrating when I feel like I'm talking to myself the whole time.”
With that Kieth hung up the satellite phone. He looked tired, and it made Sally want to reach out to him.
“Hey, made we should take it easy for a minute,” Sally said, taking Kieth by the hand. “Let's get a hotel room and take a nap or something. You need to blow of some steam.”
Kieth nodded.
“Yeah, maybe,” he said.
Kieth seemed so beaten down. They got into a nearby cab, the driver eager to do some business, and headed to the nearest motel. When they got there Sally called the few interns that she knew were still milling about at the stadium and let them know what was up. James, one of the better looking ones, wanted to come over and take a nap as well. Sally said sure and hung up. It wasn't until then that she realized that she was now in a hotel room alone with Kieth, who was getting undressed for bed.
“Sally,” Kieth said. “This is going to sound very strange considering what else is going on around us. Maybe strange isn't the right word. Maybe the right word is misplaced. But I think I'm bi. What do you think? Does it change our friendship?”
Sally laughed, and for a moment Kieth blanched.
“No silly,” Sally said. “That doesn't matter to me at all. But what does matter is how good you look in those boxers. Would you to a little twirl for me.”
Kieth slowly turned as if on a runway, and when he pivoted back to face her she could see a huge hard on jutting out of his pants. It instantly made her wet. Just then there was a knock on the door. Sally let James in and he didn't even need to ask any questions to know what was up; it made Sally wonder if there had ever been anything between them. It didn't matter.
Kieth walked over to Sally and slipped the elastic band of his boxers down so that his dick sprung out. It was big. Sally couldn't believe how hung Kieth was. Then James was naked as well, and although not as hung, still much more hung than she was used to. The two men started making out as Sally got on her knees and went from one cock to the other, bobbing her head with what she hoped was the appropriate amount of vigor. It was hard for her to gauge sometimes how she was doing, but judging by the moans and groans of the men she was doing just fine. Both of them reached down and pulled her clothes off so that after they were done she was stripped and standing in front of them. Kieth led her to a chair and bent her over the back. He rubbed the throbbing, purple head of his cock against her pussy lips before slowly sliding in. Sally couldn't believe how good it felt, the way his giant cock stretched her pussy out. It felt so fucking good. She pushed back into him as he slid into her and before either of them new it he was buried to the hilt in her tight pussy.