The cheating wife, the smirking asshole boss, and the often-clueless husband seems to be a staple of loving wives stories this is my take on the genre. Typically told from the husband point of view I decided to use the asshole boss as the narrator. I also wanted to write it out in one day without rewrites the same day I thought of the concept.
Note: this one is so over the top you need to add to the top, and then add some more, to go over it properly. A regular top just won't do.
Standard disclaimer: if you want to complain about the hackneyed unbelievable drivel I write, lack of character development, or inflated breast sizes, be my guest.
Just know I won't care.
I sometimes enjoy reading the commentators that criticize my writing but if you're going to, remember, I already called it drivel. If you can't top that don't bother. Why commentators insist on displaying their own stupidity for the world to see always baffles me. Let's see the plot sucks, the characters aren't believable, I write like I didn't graduate high school (I didn't by the way), I barely know a noun from a verb, etc. Read at your own risk.
And yes the rights to this drivel, such as it is, are reserved by me and any resemblance to any other real or fictional character is purely delusion on the readers part.
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Looking back, I think it was my arrogance that was my undoing. I was the new hot shot lawyer at Tanner, Bender, and Jones. The new golden boy, I was ten years out of Harvard and had been heavily recruited into the big times of corporate law in New York City by T, B, & J. When it comes to law corporate was where the big money was, and we handled some of the largest hedge fund companies on Wall Street. I was on the fast track for partnership.
I had a beautiful wife, Sharon, two small children, and a secretary, Traci, who I loved to bend over my desk. Her husband, Jason, was in the military and spent a lot of time on deployment. I hadn't met him, yet, but I knew he was home for a thirty day leave and would be coming to the corporate Christmas party that night. From what I knew he was an enlisted man, not even an officer, and this was my chance to show some dominance over cuckie boy. There was no reason for it, I didn't even know him, but I could never resist the chance to strut a little. Nothing overtly of course, especially with Sharon there, but simply by comparison. I had money, education, style, things he simply couldn't compete with. The affair was formal, and I doubt his rented tux would compete with my $5,000 Italian made one. I had a brief word with security just to make sure he didn't start any trouble.
I still remember his first appearance in the ballroom. Think of Brad Pitt, only handsomer and more buff. He was around 28 or 29 and wore a Marine Corps evening dress uniform that looked like it was grown on him as a second skin. It somehow made the rest of us, with our Italian designers and fashionable tux's, seem shabby. I don't think there was a woman under 50, and probably quite a few over 50, whose panties didn't suddenly get wet when he walked in and looked around. He seemed to have a way of seeing nothing and everything at a glance and I could tell he had made and acknowledged the discreet security.
Introductions were made and shaking his hand I realized that he might look like Brad Pitt from a distance but up close he looked more formidable. His face was young, but his eyes were clear, determined, and focused. Soon we were all seated together, the ballroom being set with tables for eight. Traci, being my secretary, sat at my table with my wife, another older lawyer, his secretary, and their respective spouses. Jason and Traci sat across from my wife and me.
"What is it you do in the Marines, Mr. Smith" my wife asked him.
"Call me Jason, please, Mrs. Brady" he said, "I lead a scout sniper squad. It is comprised of three scout sniper teams."
"What is a scout sniper team"?
"Basically, each team is comprised of three members" he replied, "the sniper, the spotter, and the backup. The sniper is the shooter, the spotter picks the targets, verifies the results, and backs up the sniper, and the backup covers their backs. So, while the sniper and spotter are focused on the enemy in front, he covers their backs and sides from attack."
He looked directly at me for the next part.
