My hand shot up enthusiastically as I looked at Marie. Her mouth was open and she kept licking her lips as if her mouth was really, really dry. It wasn't pretty. Her eyes seemed to have sunk and dulled, darting everywhere but at me. Her shoulders were hunched in on herself and her arms were crossed over her chest. Clearly she expected someone to take a swing at her. Not me. I wouldn't touch her, not even with my worst enemy's dick, never mind a barge pole. A few people said they were sorry. "Collectively, you morons. That means altogether. Now, one, two, three..." "We're sorry Mr Bentley." "No, no, no. There are some in the back who aren't putting an effort into it. Come on. I want enthusiasm!" It was so surreal I almost let myself collapse with laughter. Here were these captains of industry, giants among giants, the business elite, all chanting like second year schoolchildren how sorry they were that they had all fucked my wife. I made the mistake of looking at Beth, who was g
Beth stared at me, tears in her eyes. "I never, that wasn't it... I didn't...""You didn't tell him you were little miss diamonds and pearls from a golden family? Why not? Afraid he'd see through you?"Beth turned and I just knew she was going to run. And if she ran I might never get her back. I grabbed her hand, swung her in and held her to me."Hey," I whispered as she sobbed against my chest. "She's looking for a weakness to try and split us up and break our friendship apart. It's not going to happen. I don't care whether you have a couple of quid or not. I really don't. You are my best friend. But this is what she does. It's who she is. She manipulates reality. Why do you think I could never prove her infidelity? She could spin anyone around and get them to believe black was white."I turned back to Marie, who was watching us with triumph in her eyes."Marie, you had better shut that big trap of yours right now, or the next words out of it will
Introduction: CEO wife fires husband. What follows is the aftermath. Read and enjoy.... ************************* "Wait, what did you say?" Dave was in his wife's office. She was the head honcho of the division, the big cheese. Dave, he was a lowly accounts representative, quite a bit down the food chain. he was a little nervous at first when she came on board, but there were several levels of management between them, so it was all good, he thought. Maybe not. "You're numbers are way down, Mr. Waxman. You were the worst performer of the year in your division. I'm afraid we had no choice. X is waiting outside to escort you to your office to collect your things." X stood for Xavier, one of their two security guards. The had always called each other Mr. and Ms. in work settings, to keep it more professional. She kept her last name for professional reasons, so she said, but everybody in the office knew they were married. He even had a picture of her on his desk, of her shaking the ha
Jen looked at her boss with sad eyes. "I warned you. You should have left him some dignity. The way you did it was really cold, boss." "I had to do it that way! I was sending a message to everyone. No one is bulletproof if you're not performing to standard. How did the rank and file take it?" "Truth?" "Always." "Well, Bev, it's divided. Most of the men and some of the women think you're a screaming bitch. A few admire you, but it's very few. A surprising number are updating their resumes, saying that a company that fires people with no warning whatsoever is not a company they want to work for. Two more of your salesmen say they've seen the writing on the wall. One already has an interview lined up, and I suspect that in two-week's time, he'll be gone. The other is thinking about relocating to be closer to his aging parents, and this is the incentive he says he needs." Beverly couldn't believe her words. This wasn't what she had in mind at all. She thought that if she showed them
Curious, Bev had him escorted to her office. He was a large man with a friendly face, dressed impeccably in a nice suit and tie. He thanked her for her time, and got down to business. "Ms. Beverly Patterson? Or should I address you as Mrs. David Waxman?" "I go by my maiden name here, for professional reasons. What can I do for you today?" He really looked apologetic when he handed her the papers. "I'm sorry ma'am, but you've been served. Good Day, I'll find my own way out." Beverly looked at the large envelope, and fainted. She came to her senses on her sofa, Jen and X had placed her there, and Jen was wiping her face with a cold cloth. "What happened?" "You fainted." "I fainted? Why would I faint?" Jen held the envelope and it all flooded back. Bev started crying uncontrollably. It took her twenty minutes to cry it out. In a trembling voice, she asked Jen to open it and tell her how bad it was. Jen opened it up and nearly fainted herself. She read through them with intense c
Dave knew that Sal hadn't asked the question casually, and grinned. "Yeah, I know of them. I'm even kind of friends with the youngest son of the owner, but I haven't talked to him in over a year." Sal looked a little embarrassed. "They're expanding into our area. I talked to a few people who've used their product, and all seem to be satisfied. I haven't responded to them, mostly because of you. Your stuff is higher, but you always kept your word, always delivered on time, always followed up if we had a problem. "We, Stuart, and a few others took your advice when you demonstrated the latest version, and we've been retooling for the better part of the year, using up old inventory. I don't know about the others, but I have about a month's supply before I'll be completely changed over. We find ourselves in a unique position; RGP's version fits even better into our plans than your old company's version does. The main reason I wanted you to come by was to ask your advice and offer you a j
Beverly squirmed, and gave her coached answer. "That is correct, but as CEO, I have the authority to terminate anyone, at will. The numbers had dropped so radically I thought we were in danger of losing some very old and lucrative accounts, in fact, that is exactly what is happening. I felt I had no choice." The Arbitrator nodded, then turned to Dave. "Sir, does this sound reasonable?" Dave actually grinned. "Not at all. There was a reason the numbers were low. I even tried to explain it to Ms. Patterson a few times at work and in our domestic situation, but she told me I needed to stay out of things above my pay grade, so I dropped it." "Tell me then, why did your numbers drop so dramatically?" "Believe it or not, it was planned. We were coming out with a new and improved product, and there was a lot of old inventory still available. I talked the customers into buying the new product by discounting the old, and clearing it out of inventory. I have here statements from four of our
She enjoyed the look on his face as she left, and couldn't wait to see it when they lowered the boom that afternoon. Pushing him out of her mind as she drove, she worked on her presentation to Sal and his new purchasing manager. It had to be just right if she were to have any chance. Sal was waiting at the restaurant, even though Bev was fifteen minutes early. He stood and seated her, and she appreciated it. Dave had always been well mannered, taught by a great uncle who instilled in him that manners never went out of style. She missed that, among other things. They chatted for a minute, but when she started talking business, he stopped her. "Please, Beverly, let's wait for my purchasing director. I want his opinions and insight on anything we go over. He should be here any minute, in fact, here he is now." Bev turned to greet him and the words died in her throat. Dave! He was the new purchasing director? If she wasn't dead in the water before, she was now. He must have seen the de