A smile on my face appeared as the email that I waited for the entire year had arrived. This year will be different. I know it. My heartbeat gained a bit of momentum. I’m apprehensive about opening it. What if it’s not what I’m expecting?
I exhale a deep breath and force myself to smile. Daddy taught me that positive thinking brings positive results. I open up the attachment and lean in.
Dear Karen
Your contributions at Altford & Co are much appreciated. We have noticed the adjustments that you’ve made in the performance measurement factors that we mentioned last year. After taking everything into account, we regret to inform you that we have decided to promote another candidate to sales director.
We look forward to your ongoing contributions.
Regards
The Board
I recline and exhale as I close my eyes. Not again. I can’t believe this. I’ve been with this company for almost ten years, and this is the treatment that I get. This is four years in a row that I’ve been turned down. If they didn’t pick me, then who the hell got the job?
I hear a shriek. Oh, God, no. It can’t be. I tilt my head to the right and see Adriana’s clenched fist raised above her head, and her perfect white teeth exposed. Her green eyes glisten as she stares at the monitor.
She stands up and adjusts her short, tight skirt that raises further up her curvy legs. She waddles off, probably to the boss’s office to blow him for getting the job I had worked for long hours almost every day and on some Saturdays.
I shake my head and close my eyes. That girl is as dumb as a pencil tip, and she gets my dream job after being here for only two years. What’s worse is that she started in the company as a secretary. A secretary? Can you believe that?
Even though I have no proof, I’m certain that she slept with the boss to get three promotions in two years. What in the actual hell? Not only is that unethical, but it’s also immoral. Surely Mr Grant’s wife knows that he’s bonking someone? Maybe she doesn’t. But what if she found out? Hmmm. She deserves to know. After all, she is his wife.
How do I catch them in the act? I doubt that they’re banging at the office. It’s got to be somewhere after work. What if I’m wrong? Nah. Something’s definitely up. Adriana definitely didn’t earn her position. She’s inexperienced and stupid.
Oh, God. It just hit me. She’s going to be my boss. I’ll have to put up with her squeaky voice and stupid demands. I don’t doubt for a second that she’s going to treat me as her subordinate, even though I had to show her three times when she started where we kept the clients’ files.
Adriana returned, all giddy. Two losers waited for her at her desk to congratulate her. They probably want to get in her pants. Little do they know that privilege is reserved for Mr Grant. At least, I hope so. I shouldn’t say that for the sake of his wife, but it’s the only thing that makes sense.
I look at Adriana and the two puppies drooling over her from the corner of my eyes. God, they make me sick. I don’t know who’s worse: the empty-headed blonde or dumb and dumber, smiling and laughing at everything she says.
This news has been absolutely devastating. I should carry on working to try to get it off my mind.
A few hours later, I check the time and see that it’s half past five. The staff begin to trickle out of the office. I see Adriana at her desk, still smiling at the monitor. I doubt she’s done any work. She’s probably browsing to buy a cocktail dress to wear to the celebration with her equally dumb girlfriends.
An hour has passed. Almost everyone has left except Adriana. She gets up, and I quickly turn off my computer.
I follow her down the corridor, keeping a safe distance to ensure that she is going into the elevator. I can’t go in with her. I’ll have to wait for the elevator on the right. Hopefully, it’ll come soon, and I won’t lose her.
I tap my foot, waiting for the elevator. Adriana is probably two floors lower by now. The elevator door opens. I scuttle inside it and press the parking button twice.
Finally, the door closes. Come on, come on. I can’t lose her, not now. This might be my only chance to prove that the dumb skank is sleeping with the boss.
The door opens in the basement parking. I step out and remain quiet. I hear the clacking of high heels in the distance. That’s got to be Adriana.
I scuttle off to my car and quickly ignite it. I step on the gas to reach the ramp quickly so that Adriana doesn’t get out of sight.
At the ramp, she’s two cars ahead of me. Good. I’m not letting you out of my sight, you trashy, little skank. I’m gonna get to the bottom of this.
On the road, I keep a distance of about twenty metres. She’s so dumb that I doubt she would notice me if I kept on her tail the entire time. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s staring at herself the entire time in the mirror on the visor while her electric car is in autonomous driving mode.
She drives out of the city and into a suburb. Huh. I never would’ve pictured her to be the type. I figured that she’d live in a penthouse, sponsored by Mr Grant or some other old geezer who was also banging her. Maybe she’s going to Mr Grant’s house. No, it can’t be. He wouldn’t live in a middle-class neighbourhood. He must live in some posh area, no doubt.
Adriana pulls up to a driveway. She parks in front of the garage and then gets out. I’m parked down the road, recording her on my phone.
She walks into the house. It’s not a bad-looking house. Wonder if she took out a mortgage or someone paid cash on her behalf.
Fifteen minutes have passed. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Could I be wrong about Adriana? No. Her contributions and experience don’t qualify her to get the promotion. It’s got to be something else.
My eyes widen, and my lips curl. I knew it. Mr Grant pulls up next to Adriana’s car. He’s not even wearing his blazer, and his tie is loose. He probably doesn’t want to waste time taking those off, and he wants to get to action immediately.
I record him on my phone as he goes into the house. To avoid ambiguity from Mr Grant’s wife, I step out of my car and keep the camera recording as I quickly dash to Mr Grant’s car to capture his number plate.
I get back into my car. Got ya! Now, all I have to do is wait for them to come out and capture that. That’ll seal the deal.
Half an hour has passed. I’m surprised that Mr Grant has lasted that long. She probably gave him a long blow job to help him relax. I’m sure he enjoyed that, considering she got lip filler. I wouldn’t be surprised if she got his tip covered with her saliva. Her lips always look moist.
Mr Grant probably told her to lick his balls. He seems like the type to request that of her. It’s a powerplay move for him. I wonder if he demanded that she give him a rim job. Yuck. His fat ass must be hairy. But I doubt that would stop her.
After the blow job, he’ll probably want her to bend over the table. Every boss has a dream of banging his hot employee in doggystyle. I remember seeing her bend over when she dropped her purse. The muscles in her calves contracted and her ass tightened. Mr Grant is giving it to her from behind. I’m sure of it.
He’s probably yanked her hair to make himself feel more dominant and like he’s riding a horse. I wonder if he’s giving it to her raw. Most probably. He doesn’t seem like the type to refrain from indulging in optimal pleasure. She probably wants to get pregnant by him so that she can be promoted even further.
After blowing out her back, I can picture him telling her to lie on her back on the table and open her legs wide. He’ll grab her big breasts and thrust while clenching his teeth, trying to prevent himself from cumming.
Just before he cums, he’s going to tell her to get on her knees and blow him. She’ll shove his dick deep into her throat and gurgle on it, and I know that she’ll let him cum in his mouth. She’s definitely the type to do whatever is necessary to get ahead. Excuse the pun.
My head perks up. Oh, my God. There they are. I snatch my phone off the passenger seat and press record. Mr Grant has his shirt unbuttoned down to his belly. What a sleaze bag. Look at her in a pink, silk robe. No way. They’re hugging. Do they have no shame? The neighbours can come out any second and see them.
I shake my head in disbelief. It’s like they don’t even care.
Mr Grant pulls off, and I press stop. I play the footage to ensure that it’s not distorted. Perfect.
In my bed, I can barely contain the excitement. It’s difficult for me to fall asleep because I feel that my promotion and Adriana’s demotion are imminent. It’s got to be. I’ve got Mr Grant exactly where I want him. He has to submit to my demand.
During lunch, the following day, I’ve got a smirk on my face as I walk towards Mr Grant’s office.
I walk inside and see him on the phone. “Sir, I’d like to speak to you.”
He pulls the phone towards his shoulder and says, “Karen, I’m on the phone. We’ll talk later.”
I push the door shut. “No, you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”
He looks at me for a few seconds and then says to the person on the phone, “I’ll call you back in a few minutes.” He hangs up and says, “This better be good. That was a very important executive on the line.”
“I want the sales director position.”
He frowns. “What? This is about you not getting a promotion?”
I smirk and nod.
“Karen, I’m going to give you three seconds to get the hell out of my office.” He picks up his phone. I remain steadfast. “Did you not hear me or should I yell?”
I unlock my phone, play the video and then hand him the phone.
He’s frowning while watching the footage. “What the hell is this?” he asks.
“I’m sure Mrs Grant would love to see her husband visiting the office skank at her home and then coming out of her house half-dressed.”
“Have you completely lost your mind?”
“No. But I’m sure that Mrs Grant will when she sees that.” I walk to his side of the table and lean on it, my arms stretched behind my back and my bum pressed against the edge. “So, how about that promotion?”
He puts the phone headset down. “You know, Karen, there was always something about you that I didn’t like. I could never put my finger on it before, but now it’s clear as daylight. You’re bat-shit crazy. The only reason I kept you around is because you were a good salesperson, and I didn’t want a labour lawsuit on my hands if I got rid of you nonchalantly. But there was no hope in hell I was ever going to promote you.”
“I’m optimistic that you’ll change your mind in light of this new evidence.”
“What evidence is that?”
I frowned briefly. “That you’re cheating on your wife with Adriana.”
“Adriana is my wife’s niece. She is a trained masseuse who has helped me with my back problem. My wife actually suggested her.”
My smirk faded. Oh, God, no. This wasn’t how I planned this to unfold.
Mr Grant picks up his phone. I walk towards the door and he says, “When you return to your desk, start packing immediately. You’re fired.”
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