Temptation
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Mary stared at the door and felt her anger rising. Garret was being completely unreasonable and it was pissing her off. She had no reason to stay at home, no reason to remain unemployed. His sole argument had been completely pointless. 'Don't I make enough money for you?' he had asked and she had gotten so frustrated that she had screamed at him. It wasn't that he didn't make enough money; she wanted something to do, some way to get the hell out of this house for a while and meet people. She had stayed at home for the last nineteen years raising their daughter Allison and now Allie was off at college for the next nine months and Mary faced the reality of having little to do all winter long. She had friends she could contact, of course, but their brainless chatter got on her nerves and she wanted some real human interaction. And she wanted money of her own to spend. Garret got paid very well for what he did; they owned their house and cars outright, and they had been able to send their daughter off to college in a brand new Lexus. But she had always wanted to contribute more to their financial stability. She felt like a leech and that grated on her nerves.
But Garret had steadfastly refused to allow her to find work and she was so angry right now that it hurt. She knew what it was at heart, his stubborn pride. He wanted to provide for his family, but so did she. She paced the living room while she got her temper back under control and thought about the entire situation. Garret of course had gone out to golf, leaving her in the big empty house all alone. He was always out for something or other, a golf game or a conference for work, long hours closing up an account or just being out with his friends. And she had no equivalent, no release the way he did. She wanted something for herself; she wanted to not be a dutiful housewife anymore. With her mind made up and her face grim, she stalked upstairs to the computer room and sat down, her hands were trembling as she clicked her way into the internet and started working on her resume for the first time in almost two decades. She found a template and started putting in her relevant work experience. When it was done she looked at it and felt like she could use a stiff drink. There wasn't much, and all of it was old and out of date. She was versed in computers, of course, and she could type quickly and accurately but she hadn't worked since she was twenty one and she would be turning forty in a few weeks. She sighed and tweaked here and there with her skills she had learned as a mother and it looked a little better. Then she asked herself if she would hire this person. The answer she gave herself was a resounding negative and she felt disheartened all over again.
She sighed and went to get that drink.
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A week and twelve interviews later she was feeling disheartened. Twelve interviews in five days and every single one of them had said the same thing. She was too far out of experience, her skills no longer relevant; they were looking for someone younger, for someone better trained. Thank you for applying, we'll keep your resume on hand in case anything changes and have a great day. She had come close to giving up every single time and as she sat in her smart skirt and jacket, low heels and her hair back in a bun, waiting for the last interview of the week, she wanted a drink. It was lucky number thirteen and she had as much hope for this as she did of waking up twenty years younger. She wanted a job so badly that it hurt and she knew that her chances were effectively nil. When the secretary, a pleasant young woman just starting to show with a pregnancy came out to get her, Mary smiled and stood, pushing her hopelessness aside and walking back to the interview room. The man waiting there was young, not even thirty but already a partner in a fairly prestigious law firm. He smiled and shook her hand and she felt an unreasonable surge of hope.
"Mrs. Russel, I'm Kyle Rossdale, please have a seat." He said and she sat down across the table from him. "I've read your resumΓ©, and I have to admit that your experience is lacking." He said and she felt her surge of hope die a guttering death. The warmth began to drain out of her and her face fell.
"But." He said and she looked up at him, not sure what to expect. "I received a phone call a few hours ago from a Mr. Garret Russel asking me, as a personal favour, not to hire you." He said and Mary felt the cold disappointment being replaced by a burning hot fury. Garret had been sabotaging her. She was within an inch of divorce at that moment and had the interview ended there, so would her marriage. But Kyle wasn't finished. "I'm not in the habit of granting favours like that, however, quite to the contrary as a matter of fact." He shuffled a few papers and met her level, angry gaze. She could tell that he knew what was in her mind, he was reading her like an open book and that unnerved her a little until she remembered that he was a trial lawyer and he had made partner in a large firm before he was sixty, even before he was thirty. And that meant he was a damn good trial lawyer.
"Quite to the contrary, as I say." He reiterated. "I don't actually have a full time position at the moment, but I do have need of a part time receptionist and secretary. For now it's just a few hours a day, three or four days a week to cover for Emily who has a lot of appointments lately for some strange reason." He said with a gesture at the young woman who had led Mary back to her interview. The young woman snorted and rolled her eyes as she soothed her swelling tummy with one hand and took notes with the other. "And being actively dissuaded from hiring someone has always made me hire them whether I had the room or not. Now, this is an entry level position, you'll be learning from Emily, job-shadowing to get the routine down. But if a position opens up, say for an unexpected maternity leave, you'll be at the top of the list and if not and you perform well I'll give you a very good reference if you decide to pursue another option down the road. So what do you say?" He asked and Mary felt hope blossom again, her smile all the answer he needed and the two shook hands. She had a good feeling about this job, a very good feeling.
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Her first day of work was a good one. Mary learned a lot from Emily very quickly and the younger woman confirmed the real reason Mary had been brought on.
"I'm training my replacement." She said and Mary felt bad at that. "Oh, it isn't anything to worry about, but when I get a little further along I'm taking maternity leave and Kyle wants someone who knows what they are doing. You aren't the only person who applied, but your husband got his back up and Kyle hates it when people do shit like that. You can type and you can manage a household, so you can do this job. He's a harsh taskmaster sometimes but he's a good boss, and fair too." She said and Mary felt daunted but she turned that into a challenge and did her level best to rise to the occasion.
Of course, Garret was furious. He had ranted and raved and personally forbade her from working the job until she had handed him her wedding rings. He had stared at her as if she had slapped him. They had been married for twenty years and she was about to end it over this. He had relented at that and she had let the matter drop, but she had barely seen him at home after that. When she got home after her first day the house was empty and she had drunk a half bottle of cognac by herself before going up to a hot bath and a cold bed. When they had first gotten married Garret had always been eager for sex, and even after Allie was born they still had sex regularly. But over the years familiarity had turned their bed cold and it had been more than a year since they had made love. And she missed the affection, missed the closeness with her husband, but mostly she missed the fun they had had in the bed. She kept herself in good shape, after all once Allison had gotten old enough to go out with friends she had had very little else to do. She ran and did yoga, worked out at a gym nearby and at almost forty she looked good, neat and trim and healthy. But it hadn't done anything for her love life.
She sighed and lay there for another hour before sleep took her and she woke up when Garret came to bed. He said nothing, just lay on the far side of the big bed and Mary pretended to be asleep. She heard his soft snorting start and she sighed and closed her eyes. It was a long time before she was able to get back to sleep.
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