greenday0418
kcfirst wrote this last July, and two alternate stories quickly followed it. Please don't tell me my version is better or worse, just that you enjoyed reading it or you hated reading it. Thank you kcfirst, for your blessing.
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Damn, I received the PI report in person, the fourth investigation in as many years. Jason Thomas, PI, had just finished this one, and the conclusion he reached was the same as the conclusions reached in the other three investigations. There is no evidence that my wife Molly is having an affair with her boss John Decker.
For the last four years, I have used a different PI firm to justify my paranoia that my wife was having an affair. Each firm followed her in random cities and during different seasons of the year. I know that my wife and her lover had fooled three previous investigations. This new investigator would surely catch them. I believe her lover is her boss, and they do it on their twice a month, three-day business trips.
Molly and I, Tom Wright, are both 37 and have been married for 15 Years. We were exclusive for the last three years of college and married after graduation. She is a doll, not beautiful, but would be considered pixie cute, with a fantastic 5ft 6-inch body and wavy brown hair. She is very outgoing, and people enjoy having her around.
I do not work, nor does my wife support me. I have my own money, lots of money, very old money.
Molly is the Administrative Assistant to John Decker. He is the CEO of a wholly-owned subsidiary of a major international corporation. She has held this position for four years and is highly compensated for her work. When he travels, and he travels a lot, she accompanies him. She is very proud of her job and tells me how important she is. I tell her she is a glorified secretary who the boss wants to fuck. Her boss is about my size, 6ft 1-inch tall, 190 pounds, but if it were between the two of us, John would get the attention of all the girls. He is quite an attractive man.
I have talked to Molly a few times about her apparent closeness with John. The first few times, she said there was nothing between them except work. Promising me that she would never fool around behind my back, she offered to take a lie detector test, any time. I should have noticed the phrase behind my back.
In the beginning, he was just a coworker and a 'good friend.' The last time I questioned her, she referred to him as a 'special friend.' I guess he got a promotion!
Molly and I have gone out for dinner and dancing a few times with John and his wife, Gail. Molly talks to John and dances with John much more than she does with me. When John and Molly go out on the dance floor, I notice Gail give them a raised eyebrow. It was as if she was saying, 'what, again.' I guess she sees their closeness also.
I have talked to Molly about finding another job to please me as I am very jealous of her being so close to John. She tells me that I'm silly because she loves her job, not her boss.
Mr. Thomas insisted on reporting the results of his investigations personally. He came to my house while Molly was at work and told me what he discovered.
"My people here and my associates in Dallas surveilled your wife and Mr. Decker for a week. They were at their office the first four days of the week and in Dallas for a work seminar and budget talks that lasted three days."
He began reading from his notes, and it sounded the same as the last three reports.
"For the four days locally, before their trip to Dallas, they were followed and observed. They had lunch together all four days, then immediately returned to work. On the second day, the two of them stopped at a local bar after work. Each of them had two drinks, then went to their respective homes. Since Gail Decker and I were home when they left the bar, they broke off surveillance. They assumed the spouses would be aware of their activities at home until the next morning. On the other three days, they both went directly home from work, and again, Gail and I were home."
Boring, I was barely listening.
The Dallas trip was slightly more interesting, but not much.
"Each of the three days, they attended the work seminar and budget meetings as they should have. They ate dinner together each night, and each night they went out dancing. After an hour of dancing and drinks, they went to their hotel rooms and didn't come out until morning. Their two rooms were at opposite ends of the hallway, so there was no connecting door between rooms. A camera pointed down the hall showed that each night, neither of them left their room until the next morning."
I stopped him. "Were there other rooms available on the same floor?"
He looked in his notes and gazed at a floor layout sheet he had. "Yes. There were four, one across the hallway from him, and three between his room and hers."
"Why so far apart, unless it's a smokescreen?" I sat quietly for a few seconds. "Continue."
"My associate in Dallas said, and I quote; The only thing that was at all suspicious was their dancing. They looked like two people in love when they were on the dance floor. Off the dance floor, there was no inappropriate touching, but certainly a closeness. He usually had his arm around her as he led her back to their table."
"A PI followed Mr. Decker and your wife to the airport, and he made sure that they boarded and that the airplane did fly home."
He then briefed me on the second part of his investigation, the company office, and employees. I had never requested this surveillance before.
"We sent three agents into the building on different days when John and Molly were out of the building. They were able to get appointments by asking what their contact's passion in life was and offering a gift, or call it a bribe."
"The first employee, Mrs. Jean Burke, handles equipment purchases and loves country music. They got her two 10
th
row tickets to a sold-out concert in 3 weeks."
"The next employee, Mindy Tayloe, is in charge of office supplies. She loves eating out with her fiancé, and she was a given a prepaid American Express card with $200 on it."
"The third employee, Mrs. Marilou Brandy, is in charge of building management. She and her husband love boxing, and there was a WBA Championship match in a month at the local arena. They gave her tickets 30 rows up for that title match."
"All three agents were men, and they gave the gifts and made an introductory presentation. Then they each mentioned that they saw a woman going to lunch, and she looked like someone they knew, Molly Wright."
"All three women responded in different words that it was indeed Molly Wright and that she is Mr. Decker's Administrative Assistant."
Mr. Thomas stopped talking for a second to clear his throat.
"My agents all replied that Tom, Molly's husband, is a very close friend of his. Then the agent's stopped talking, hesitated, and said, never mind, I shouldn't gossip."
"The women all asked them, why did you stop? I have gossip too. You tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine."
"So my men told the women that Tom was positive that Molly and John were having an affair."
"Mrs. Burke and Miss Tayloe both agreed and confirmed the rumor around the company that they were indeed fucking, at least on trips. Mrs. Brandy said she had a custodian tell her about seeing the 2 of them dancing closely in his office. Another saw them sitting on his sofa, holding hands."
"Oh, one more thing. One of the agents overheard something in the men's room. He heard two men talking about this new female CEO from Cleveland who was starting next Monday. It seems Mr. Decker is transferring to England. They were joking around and wondered if he was taking his favorite concubine with him?"
Mr. Thomas closed his folder and waited for any response I had.
I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest while still beating. You would think Molly would make me a happy man by informing me of John's impending departure. I could not imagine any reason why she would not tell me. The little voice in my head told me I would never make love again with her.
I have paid thousands of dollars for investigations over the last four years, and unfortunately, I may have something I can use.
"Thank you. Could I get another business card?" After he left, I laid it on the entryway table next to the mail.
Later I heard her come in, and a moment later, she walked into the living room where I was watching the news.
"Honey, what's this business card for?" She handed it to me.
"He's a private investigator."
"What is he doing for you?"
