Dismissed by the Missus
I'm fascinated by stories where a powerful wife (e.g., CEO, boss, etc.) fires her husband when both work at the same place. Better authors than me have tackled the subject, most notably qhml1's "Let go" (
https://www.literotica.com/s/let-go-6
) and BigGuy33's "You're Fired!" (
https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-fired
). Neither of these stories were based on infidelity, but rather job performance, and I highly recommend both to anyone interested in the balancing of marital and professional power between spouses. I decided to take a stab at such a situation.
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I sat in one of the plush guest chairs opposite the imposing desk of our company's CEO, Gabriella Forte. I had been sitting alone in the large, opulent office waiting for Ms. Forte to arrive. I was told by her secretary that she would be along shortly. I looked around at the lavish furnishings and numerous framed pieces of artwork and photographs. Many of the photographs were pictures of Gabriella meeting with famous and important business people and politicians over the years.
I suppose that most people, when summoned to meet with the CEO, would wait outside her office until she arrived. I guess I wasn't most people. Instead, I was in fact her husband of the past ten years, Tyler Knox. We met at the company's annual "Family Day" celebration that was held at the local fairgrounds. Family Days was open to all employees and their families and all were encouraged to attend. It was held on a Friday and all the employees got paid time off if they attended the celebration. So, of course, nearly everyone attended.
We were both single and somehow got paired together in a three-legged race. Afterwards, we spent the rest of the day together participating in other events and getting to know each other. I found out that she was a newly hired manager, recently receiving her MBA from a prestigious university. I had been with the company a few years, having graduated with a computer science degree a few years ago. We quickly found that we were roughly the same age and had many of the same interests. Family Day led to a date, which led to more dates, which eventually led to marriage.
Gabby is about 5-6 with light brown hair that she keeps in a short, professional style. She put on a few pounds after each kid and as she got older, she had difficulty losing weight. I didn't mind her extra curves, I thought they were sexy and were a testament to her giving birth to our two daughters. I knew that she was self-conscious about her weight gain. Ideally, with her build and height, she should have weighed about 130 pounds, but she was probably 20 to 30 pounds heavier than that. Because of her work demands, she had difficulty finding time to work out or go to exercise classes. She spent a small fortune on her wardrobe and beauty treatments to make her look as good as she could, given her more "Rubenesque" figure.
As for myself, I'm just a tad under 6-foot-tall and just a tad under 180 pounds. I've got wavy, dark brown hair and a strong jawline. In high school, I was on the cross country and swim teams and found that running and swimming not only kept me fit but also gave me time to think through any problems I was facing. Going for a three-mile run with a technical problem on my mind sometimes resulted in a breakthrough or at least with a plan to approach the problem from a different angle. I had contact lenses, but usually wore glasses as the contacts sometimes bothered my eyes. I'd received complements on my blue eyes, but I usually wore the glasses since they were more comfortable.
As a couple, an observer would probably say that I was the better-looking spouse. I'd joke that in high school, I did make a little money modeling for a local clothing store for some of their ads. I usually failed to mention that the owner was a friend of my parents. I still must have been decent enough looking for the owner to ask me to model in the first place. I didn't care what others thought of us, however, and I was quite attracted to Gabby's personality and her zest to pursue her interests, many of which we shared.
By the time we married, Gabby was a rising star at the company, already a second-line manager with six managers reporting to her and almost 100 employees in her organization. She decided to keep her maiden name rather than take my name or take the hyphenated, and awkward, name of "Forte-Knox." I had no problems with her keeping her name, especially because we worked at the same place and I didn't need everyone knowing my wife was a company super-star.
During the intervening ten years between our wedding and today, Gabby and I were blessed with two adorable daughters, Maria and Finley, who were now 8 and 6, respectively. After these two pregnancies, Gabby decided to have her tubes tied. While I had no problem with this, I was perturbed that she didn't discuss it with me or even tell me beforehand. I was going through bills and paperwork after Finley's birth and noticed an amount for "tubal ligation." I asked Gabby about this and she informed me that she decided to have her tubes tied to avoid further pregnancies, "two kids are more than enough," she informed me. Unlike Gabby, I didn't have to carry the babies for 9 months apiece, but it would have been nice to discuss such a drastic procedure as a couple beforehand.
I think this might have been a turning point. A point where, rather than being a partnership of two equals, Gabby felt that she was superior and could call the shots as she liked, both at home and at the office. I'm usually an easy-going guy, so going along with what she wanted usually wasn't a problem. Now and then, I'd push back about something that I did care about and we'd usually discuss it and come up with a suitable compromise. I still felt that, in some ways, Gabby thought of herself as my superior, mostly due to her success at the office. In the past couple of years, her laser-like focus on her job left little time for her family or her other interests. The girls and I found ourselves doing by ourselves many of the activities that we used to do as a family.
Most people that I worked with knew that my wife was the company CEO, but Gabby and I really tried to keep separate identities at the office. Because of these efforts, I was a bit bewildered on why I had been summoned to her office for the very first time. I really needed to get back to work on a project that would link one of our legacy systems to a state-of-the-art new system that the company had recently purchased. I was perhaps the only programmer that really understood the legacy code, so I worked on the project alone rather than in a team. I wondered why Gabby couldn't have just sent me an email or talked to me at home.
Looking around her office once more, I noticed that there weren't any pictures of me or the kids on the walls. Instead, there was a nice 5x8 framed photo of the family on her desk that was taken during our last trip to Disneyland a few months ago.