I had a head on Irvin, and I shoved him off without effort.
"This is the CEO's office at James Group. Someone's accusing me of assaulting a coworker, and I think they're trying to extort me. I need officers here to sort it out." One hand pinning Irvin's head down, I got the words out fast and hung up.
Irvin and Isabella exchanged a look, faces gone ugly.
"Who told you to call the cops?" Irvin glared at me like I'd killed his father.
I pushed him back. "Why shouldn't I call the cops? Or do you know something?"
Irvin stammered. "What would I know…"
"So you don't want me calling the cops?" I looked at him, unimpressed.
Irvin glanced at Isabella again before he squared his shoulders. "You, you drag the police in here, how's that gonna make the company look? You've dragged the company's name through the mud. Do you even care about this place?"
"He's about to fire me." I pointed at Mortimer. "And I'm supposed to care about the company?"
"That's right, Graham. You just have to blow this up, don't you, ruin the company's reputation to feel good about yourself? Just apologize and go, quickly, before this gets past the point of fixing."
I shook my head and looked at Isabella, letting the meaning sit. "I did nothing wrong. When the police get here, I have a feeling someone else is going to find this hard to fix."
"Graham, you actually called the cops. Now I can't show my face anywhere. I don't want to live!"
Isabella yanked the door open, screamed it out, and ran off with her hand over her mouth, crying the whole way, making sure the marks on her wrist were on display.
Coworkers swarmed to her at once, comforting her and throwing looks at me.
"This piece of trash, bullying our Bella, and he's got the nerve to call the cops."
"Right, just get lost already. I don't want a coworker like that."
"Some graduate from a big-name school. What a disgrace to his university."
"Don't be scared, Bella. Mortimer's going to fire him right now. We'll protect you from here on."
Hearing the coworkers pile on, Isabella cried louder, swearing she was going to go kill herself, until they held her back.
Irvin raised a fist at me, and I shoved it right back down.
Irvin sneered at me. "See that? You just had to push Bella. If anything happens to her, I'll have your life!"
Mortimer cleared his throat and patted the air with his hand. "Everyone calm down, calm down. I promise I'll deal with Graham seriously, and give Bella, give all of you, an answer."
"Wait." Stella James, who'd kept her head down over her work the whole time, suddenly looked up. "That's not right. This is all what Bella's saying. Does she have proof? And you've already decided Graham did it?"
Stella was our team lead, an alumna of my school, and she'd always looked out for me.
Still, that she'd speak up for me here caught me off guard.
Hearing Stella defend me, Mortimer's face went cold. "Stella, what are you doing? You can't just cover for Graham without any regard for right and wrong, only because he's on your team."
"I trust the kind of person Graham is." Stella said it flatly, and it warmed me more than I expected.
Isabella spoke up too, all stammering pity. "Stella, we're both women. How could I ever ruin my own reputation just to frame someone?"
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Stella gave Isabella another look, her tone heavy with meaning.
Isabella was about to say more when the door swung open and two officers walked in, glanced around, and frowned.
"Who called it in?"
Seeing the officers come in, I raised my hand. "That was me. My name's Graham Chavez."
The lead officer nodded. "Go on, then. What's the situation."
Before I could get a word out, Isabella suddenly broke free of the coworkers, threw herself down in front of the officers with a thud, and knelt there sobbing, her whole body shaking. "Officer, please, help me. Everything I said is true. It's Graham, he's the one trying to hurt me… Last night at the office, right by the restroom door, he put his hands on me…"
She rolled up her sleeve and showed her red, swollen wrist.
"I'm just an intern fresh out of school. I've got no power, no connections, not like Graham, who's a local. I had no other way, so I went to Mortimer to get me justice. But instead, Graham won't even admit it, and he called the cops. Officers, you have to stand up for me…"
The officers frowned.
