A Summer to Remember(20)
He sliced into his gyro before he set the utensils on his plate and placed his hands flat on the bar. “Listen, I need to know how you feel about Kevin because…I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I don’t even want Ashley and I am this close to telling Jude how I feel about you because I don’t think we should be apart. Stop pushing me away, Jerrica.”
“Paul, if we were together, I would tell you but we aren’t and you have this great woman who cares about you and is so perfect and beautiful. Why don’t you keep her for now?” I sliced off another part of my gyro and shoved it in my mouth. “If you’re asking me about Kevin, the answer is simple,” I began as I pushed the food to the side of my mouth so I could speak clearly. “He’s a f*cking douchebag and I never want to talk to him or see him ever again. I hate him and there aren’t many people I can say that about but my utter disgust with him knows no bounds. If I had the chance, I meant what I said…I would cut his balls off and make it so that he couldn’t stick that pencil dick of his in any other woman ever again. Does that answer all your questions about my feelings for Kevin?”
Paul looked quite self satisfied as he finally ate a piece of his gyro. “You mean he didn’t have a big cock? That is shocking.”
“Cut the shit, Paul. You shared swim class with him at the Academy. You or Jude could have told me what he was packin’ because it wasn’t much and his looks weren’t enough to make up for an average-sized dick,” I replied facetiously.
“Listen, men’s cocks aren’t really high on my agenda, Jerri. I didn’t tell you because some men can look small but be adequate when the time comes to ‘close escrow’—you get my drift? I wasn’t there when you two were intimate and really, how would it look, me telling you the guy you’re dating has a small dick? Does that seriously make any sense to you?”
I laughed out loud again before I took another sip from my wine. “Fine. I’m asking too much from you. Why do you keep bringing Kevin up anyway? He is a person I would never want to talk about ever again if I had my way.”
Paul became serious as he set his knife and fork down. “He’s on the hook for insider trading…Jude and I can prove it but we were reluctant to report it because we didn’t know how you felt about him.”
Chapter Seven
I wanted to laugh yet again but I kept up my poker face for the time being. “And why doesn’t this surprise me? Insider trading? What is he doing and how was he so incredibly stupid he got caught? Wait, don’t answer that—Kevin was never the sharpest tool in the shed.”
“Jude and I discovered it by accident really. He’s been telling his friends about when a stock is going to hit the roof and they in turn buy up a bunch of this stock before it goes absolutely berserk. He has also been informing his buddies about when a stock is going to go south and they of course dump it before the shit really hits the fan.
“For a minute there, Jude and I just thought he was getting lucky but it just so happened all three of us were working late one night. We work in different departments but I was about to enter the cafeteria area to grab a cup of coffee when I heard him on the phone. With the permission of upper management and based upon our observations, we were allowed access to all of his activity within CDG and we found out there was a pattern. It’s too much of one to be a coincidence and then you combine that with what I heard him tell his friend…”
“Why didn’t he just text the guy?” I wondered before I sliced off another piece of my gyro and slipped it into my mouth.
“Probably because our phones are monitored and he uses some sort of code. It was easy enough for me to break because I know what to listen for but…others…they might not have been as quick on the uptake. Except Jude of course because he would have known in a heartbeat,” Paul explained before he began to eat his gyro again.
“Hmm, an unfortunate situation for him indeed. I can’t really say I feel sorry for him because I don’t. As far as I am concerned, you and Jude can take his ass to the cleaners. Get him fired and you two better damn make sure he never gets a job at any blue chip investment company again. I don’t care what happens to him to be honest because he means less than nothing to me.”
Paul finished up his gyro in several bites before he wiped his mouth. “I just don’t understand it. I mean, I clearly get the whole ‘he means nothing to me’ part but…you aren’t the least bit concerned he will probably serve some jail time over what he has done? Since the whole banking fiasco of 2008, insider trading is taken seriously now more than ever and there are no guarantees—even with all the powerful connections Kevin has in his personal arsenal—he’s going to be able to weasel out of this situation.”