I rubbed my eyes and then looked back at the tally of figures. Yep, just as bad as it looked. A bit shy of $152,000. My small company's money. Stolen, defrauded and embezzled...by my most trusted employee, our book keeper, Christina.
I had discovered some discrepancies over a week earlier and had been digging and auditing the books and charge accounts ever since. The closer I looked the more I had found. Stunning.
At first I'd felt shock and disbelief, that turned next to sickening acceptance and then seething rage. How could she betray me after 9 years? I'd given her near total control of the financial side of the business because I felt sure I could trust her. She was my right hand assistant, our most senior and highest paid employee...and this was how she repaid that trust. Multiple charge accounts opened in my name, a hefty downpayment on her new black SUV, a swimming pool for her family, new windows for their house...the list went on and on.
When the evidence became clear a week ago I had called in into the office, closed the door and showed her what I'd found. I dropped the stack of charge account statements, bank statements and other paperwork on the desk in front of her and stared at her expression as she took it in. Her face froze at first, then paled as she realized she'd been caught. She looked up at me, her green eyes already swelling with tears and her fair skin reddening as she stammered a feeble denial, then empty excuses, then a tearful pledge to pay it all back. I stared at her, stone faced and watched her dissolve into sobbing and trembling. Her fine strawberry blonde hair was soon sticking to her cheeks as her tears flowed unabated and she covered her face in her hands, sobbing.
Of course she was fired, I'd told her. She'd never find another job that would pay as well and she had no way in the world to repay even a fraction of the stolen funds. I told her I'd already consulted with a prosecutor that I knew and learned if I pressed charges she was looking at an open and shut felony case. Probably 5 years in prison. She had three kids and a husband she argued with constantly as they fought their way toward a pending divorce filing. He was boring and under-educated and she felt him to be beneath her. She derided his sexual prowess, saying he was a ham-fisted, clumsy lover who rarely satisfied her.
This I knew because she'd confided it during some flirting and teasing during the times we were alone in the office. She liked to wear short skirts to show off her strong legs and snug tops that accentuate her medium sized breasts which seemed quite firm for a mother of three in her forties. She enjoyed the effect it had on me and the compliments I would pay her, often commenting that her "loser" husband never showed such appreciation of her charms.
She had begun to beg at that point, that a felony conviction would guarantee her husband getting his way in the divorce, she'd lose her kids as well, she couldn't bear even the thought of going to prison, let alone spending 5 years there! Please couldn't we work something out? Please don't report this to the police! Please...she'd do anything!
She stared at me now, her face wet with tears, hair sticking in wet strands to her face, eyes swollen and red, imploring me not to destroy her world. I pointed out coldly, that it was her own actions that had destroyed her world, as well as inflicting a loss on my company that she'd never come close to repaying.
"I'll call you back here in a few days. I won't move on this until I have some time to consider things."
She nodded, still sobbing and stood to pull herself together to walk past the other employees. After stifling her sobs and wiping her eyes, she slunk out the door and gave just one plaintive look back before slipping down the hall.
Several days later I waited at my desk with an eye on the parking lot. It was after five and the employees had all gone home. I had called Chris earlier in the day and given strict instructions. She would arrive promptly at 5:30 and lock the door behind her. I would be waiting in the office and would dictate the terms of our...arrangement. I'd even taken the liberty of writing up a contract, of sorts, and she would have to sign it before she could begin paying me back for the enormous pain she'd caused the business and me personally. She was going to feel her share of pain as well. For as long as I felt it necessary. Otherwise the police would be called in and she would lose everything she cared about. I had specified what she was to wear as well, an outfit she'd changed into one night before meeting her husband and friends for a night out straight from work. A teal colored satin halter top that tied in back and at her neck and had to be worn braless. I had never forgotten the way her ripe tits jiggled inside it and the two hard dents of her nipples against the smooth satin. A short, tight denim skirt hugged her nice, mature ass and showed off her firm legs. Yes, this time she'd be wearing it for me alone...at least for a while... before I "helped" her out of it.
I saw her car pull up in the lot and then heard the door open moments later, then the click as she turned the deadbolt. Her footsteps came softly, somewhat timidly down the hall. She paused just outside my door before knocking softly and stepping inside.
