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“Look at the ass on her,” said my colleague as he nudged me and watched Amy walk back to her office. “Working for a hot boss is the only thing I like about this place,” he added.

I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t noticed her ass, but I enjoyed working for Amy and being in the office. Something about the corporate world made me feel at home. Doing the presentations for clients and fighting our competitors to get the contract gave me an adrenalin rush.

“Nice work on the Walcott campaign,” said Amy as I stood at her office door.

“I’ve got you to thank. Your guidance always helps.” She smiled. I loved seeing her sparkly teeth and brown eyes glisten. The two spots on her tanned cheeks appeared as she stretched her lips and made her look even more adorable. “You don’t know how -.”

A hard nudge of my shoulder interrupted me. “Sorry, bud. You okay there?” asked Bruce as he continued walking towards Amy.

He leaned on the table with one hand and the other on Amy’s chair, smiled and then kissed her cheek. “I’ve got some work to do,” I said.

“Thanks, Victor,” said Amy.

I moved away from the doorway and stood to the side of the door. “Why don’t you fire that guy?” asked Bruce.

“He’s a good worker. I don’t have a reason to fire him, and there are labour laws against that type of thing.”

I walked down the corridor and towards my desk. The last thing I wanted to hear again was the owner’s husband telling her that I should lose my job just because the jerk didn’t like me.

“Thanks again for your help,” I said to Chelsea as I passed her desk.

“No problem.”

I slumped onto my chair and sighed. My fingers tapped the table as I thought about the romantic injustice that the universe bestowed on me. How can someone like Bruce get such an amazing woman like Amy? She’s so out of his league. What does she see in him? I should be with –.

My phone snapped me out of brooding. “Victor speaking.”

“Hey, it’s me,” said Amy. “I’ve just emailed you a new campaign. I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Let me know if you need my help.”

“Thanks.”

I loved the way she spoke to me and offered help despite that I was at the company for ten years. That’s one of the things that made her such an amazing boss. Two companies had offered me better pay in the last three years, but I turned them down because I wanted to work for Amy. Money wasn’t everything to me. Having a great mentor who treated me with respect was far more important.

I looked at the email, then got an idea that I thought would separate us from the competition. As always, I wanted to run it by Amy to get her thoughts before elaborating it.

I knocked on her door, entered and saw Bruce sitting on the couch and perusing a magazine. Why is this guy always here? Doesn’t he have a job or something to do?

Bruce raised his eyes above the magazine and looked at me. “Sorry to interrupt,” I said. “Is this a good time?”

“Not really,” said Bruce. “I’m actually busy spending time with my wife.”

Her eyes shot to him. “Bruce, this is important.”

I glanced at him as I walked towards Amy and saw him glaring at me. “Just thought I’d get your thoughts on this,” I said and showed her the outline of the presentation.

She smiled and nodded as she read. “Looks good. I’d focus on points two, three and five. You need to really hammer it into them and make them see how our offerings benefit them. You did that really well on the last campaign.”

“Thanks, Amy. I’ll get on it right away.”

Chelsea had helped me with the points that Amy mentioned, so I approached her. “Can I bother you again for some feedback before I go to Amy with the final presentation?”

“That’s fine. Let’s see what you go.”

“I haven’t finished. I’ll need a couple of hours, so we can look at it first thing tomorrow morning.”

“I’m gonna be working till late, so we can take a look at it when you’re ready.”

“Great,” I said.

My first draft was ready at eight pm. I switched off my computer and walked towards Chelsea with the file in the one hand and my car keys in the other.

I put both on the table and pulled up a chair next to her. After I presented my pitch to her, she reached for Walcott’s file and put it on top of my keys. “Look how you showed the pros and cons for this campaign. Do you see the difference between that and this?”

My eyelids lowered as my chin raised, and my lips parted as I nodded. “Oh, I see what you mean.” I smiled. “Thanks, Chelsea. I appreciate it.”

“My pleasure. The presentation is good. You’re gonna do well.”

I stood up, grabbed my file and said, “Thanks.”

I walked past Amy’s office and looked at her name on the door plaque like I did on all nights that she left before me. My lips curled as I thought about how fortunate I was to work for such a wonderful woman.

As I walked to my car in the basement, I reached into my pocket and noticed that my keys were missing. Ugh, damn it. I left them upstairs.

I walked into the office and frowned as I saw that Chelsea wasn’t at her desk. She must be in the bathroom. I lifted the Walcott file, took the keys and looked around after seeing Chelsea’s computer screensaver. She’s probably taking her sweet time in the bathroom.

I looked at the boardroom and noticed light trickling through the sides of the blind shutters. I thought Chelsea might not notice that the lights and would leave them switched on, so I walked towards the boardroom.

Sputtered grunts pervaded out of the boardroom as I approached. I frowned and wondered what the noises were, then peeked into the boardroom. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as I saw Chelsea bending over the table with Bruce banging her in doggy style. His pants were at his ankles, and his shirt hovered over his dick as he held Chelsea’s dress above her ass so that it wouldn’t slide down.

His dick rubbed against her g-string as he penetrated. The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he closed them and grimaced while thrusting faster. Chelsea sputtered out several screams and stretched her arms on the table above her head as she pressed her face on the table, looking away from me.

Bruce pulled out his dick, tapped it on her ass, then shoved it back in and spanked her ass as he commenced the penetration. I couldn’t believe that the bastard could get two wonderful women to fall for him. What do they see in him?

He stopped, craned his head up and panted as he held her waist. I dipped my head back behind the door and thought about leaving. That’s why that jerk hangs around the office so much.

I heard Chelsea scream, so I slowly dipped my head from behind the door and saw her lying on her back on the table, her ankles hooked on his shoulders. He squeezed her tits over the dress and sneered. The bastard must’ve thought he was the man of the century. She sputtered out a few more screams as he swung his dick to deliver a hard thrust.

He pulled his dick out, grabbed her hands and pulled her to a seated position. She unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and kissed his chest. Her red lips smudged his peck, then his abs before she got on her knees.

She stroked his dick, engulfed it with her mouth and tickled his balls. He giggled like a little boy who was tickled for the first time, making me rip out a laugh from my compressed lips.

They looked at each other and must have assumed they heard someone. I pulled my head back behind the door and heard Bruce zip up his pants. Chelsea said something to him before I scuttled away.

I got home, chucked the keys on the table and paced around the lounge as I thought about telling Amy. As much as I want to see her divorce that bastard, it means that Chelsea will be fired. I intertwined my fingers on the top of my head and blew out a breath. But Amy deserves to know. She deserves someone better.

The following morning, I kept juggling the two scenarios in my head as I drove to work. It was on my mind during lunch and as I walked to my desk after using the bathroom.

My phone rang. “Can I see you in my office, please?” asked Amy.

I stood in front of her office, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Hi,” I said as I walked in.

“Have a seat, Victor.”

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Let me go first.”

“Okay.”

“I received a call this morning from Mr Walcott. He said that there was personal company information shared with his competitors.”

“That’s strange. Who did that?”

“It came from your email.”

I frowned and leaned forward as I grabbed the armrest. “Mine?”

“Yes.”

“How did that happen?”

“I had IT check the servers, and all the information about Walcott went out last night at about nine from your outbox.”

My head shook as I gaped at the floor. “I can’t believe this.”

“Victor, you do know that this is a serious offence?”

“Amy, I would never do that.”

“Let’s go to your computer.”

We walked to my desk, and I sat down and clicked on my sent items. I leaned in, and my jaw lowered as I saw the email. All the confidential information was attached.

“I don’t how this happened, but it wasn’t me.”

“You’ve got a password on your computer?”

“I do.”

“Then, it could only be you.” My elbow was on the table as I dunked my head and clutched a fist of my hair. “Victor, I’m going to have to let you go.”

I looked up at her and saw the disappointment in her eyes. I had no idea what to say.

Amy walked away, and I stood up with my gaze lowered to the floor. All of the years I had spent at the company felt like they were flushed down the toilet. The reputation I had built meant nothing, and anything that Amy felt for me vanished.

I lifted my gaze and looked at Chelsea’s back. It struck me that she was the only one who knew my computer password. I had given it to her a few months back when we worked on a project together.

She looked at me over her shoulder, lowered her eyes and tucked her head in between her shoulders.

I knew that she wasn’t the type to do that, or so I thought. Then again, I never thought she would be banging the boss’s husband. The only thing I didn’t know was why.

I walked past Amy’s office and thought about saying goodbye, but I changed my mind since I couldn’t bear to see the look in her eyes.

The following night, I called Chelsea. “Tell me what’s going on,” I said.

“Victor, please. This situation is bad enough as is. I don’t want any problems.”

“You don’t want any problems?” I yelled. “Chelsea, I just got fired for dissemination. What the hell am I supposed to do now? No other company is going to want anything to do with me.”

“I’m sorry,” she said and hung up.

I didn’t know how to prove my innocence, but I figured that Bruce and Chelsea had something to do with my dismissal, and I wouldn’t let them get away with it.

I staked out the company’s parking lot for the next few nights because I figured that it was only a matter of time before I caught them in the act.

The following week, Bruce and Chelsea walked out of the building a few minutes before nine pm. I took pictures of them as they approached Chelsea’s car. He grabbed her waist, pulled her into him and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She ran her fingers through the back of his hair and craned her head up as he kissed her neck. I smiled as I kept shooting.

I sent the pictures to Amy the following morning.

She called me two days later.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi. I assume you saw the photos.”

“I did, and I owe you an apology.”

“For what?”

“Firing you. After I sent Bruce the divorce papers and fired Chelsea, she spilt the beans. She said that Bruce thought you saw them having sex in the office, so he asked Chelsea to start your computer so that he could incriminate you somehow and get rid of you so that I would never find out about their affair.”

“I see.”

“I know I’m not your favourite person in the world right now, but I was wondering if you’d like to come over for a cup of coffee. We can talk and…”

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