Two days later I received another call from a customer asking me about a problem with another of my contracts. I couldn't believe it was happening again. I contacted the customer and arranged to bring a correct version of the contract to them myself.
I was now sure that I had a big problem to deal with. Either I was suddenly incompetent or someone was fucking with me. I was going to have to find out which it was and fix the problem.
I started by going do to the C&L department and talking to Fred Allard. Fred is a good guy and I trusted him and I knew he would tell me the truth. I asked him if they had been having any problems with my contracts.
"We have never had any problems with your contracts. We always write your contracts exactly the way you send them into us. Why? Are you finding problems with our work when we give them back to you?" Fred asked.
"Has anyone other than me brought back one of my contracts for revisions?" I asked.
"I don't believe so and I think I would remember if someone did."
"Have you heard anything about problems with anyone else's contracts?" I asked.
"No. Why?"
"I have just had a could of strange things happen lately and I am trying to figure a few things out," I said.
"If there is anything I can do to help, let me know."
"You have already helped, Fred. Thanks," I said.
That was a dead end. It was beginning to look like I was the one screwing up my contracts. I wasn't sure if it was my ego or if I was right but I just couldn't accept that it was my fault.
*****
That evening I told Erica what happened and she reacted as expected. "So you made a few mistakes," she said, "everyone does. Now that you know what happened you can take steps to make sure it doesn't happen again. Maybe you could ask Bill to start proof reading your contracts with you again."
"I still don't believe I made any mistakes," I said. "Someone is out to ruin me."
"Do you have any idea how paranoid that sounds?" Erica asked. "You have no proof that anyone has done anything to your contracts and you can't think of any reason why anyone would want to and, even if someone wanted to mess with one of your contracts, you don't know how they could do it. I am beginning to think that you are just stressed out. Maybe all you need is a vacation."
"I am getting stressed out but that is not what is causing these problems," I said. "I know this sounds crazy but someone is doing this to me."
"I think you need some professional help, honey," Erica said. "I am really beginning to worry about you."
"I am beginning to worry about us," I said. "Not once since this started have you taken my side."
"That's nonsense. Of course I am on your side. I just want you to get help."
"I don't need help."
That was the end of the conversation for that night. Erica went off to bed and I retired to the family room with a large glass of scotch.
*****
The next morning found me in Mike's office, not by choice.
"David, I am getting concerned about the number of mistakes you are making in your contracts," Mike said.
I wondered how Mike had heard about the other problems. Had Bill told him?
"Your customers think that you are trying to take things out of the contract after they have agreed to the terms. What the hell is going on?" Mike asked.
I was at a lost to explain what was happening. If I tried to tell Mike that I thought that someone was screwing with my contracts, I knew he wouldn't believe it. No one else believed it so why would Mike. I decided to keep my mouth shut and let Mike finish his rant. When he was done, I told him I would try to find out why this was happening and then I left his office.
*****
When I told Erica about the meeting with Mike, she asked me if I was ready to consider asking for help. I was so pissed I didn't speak to her for the rest of the night. When we went to bed that night, she apologized to me.
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings; it is just that there doesn't seem to be any logical explanation for the problems you are having," she said.
I told her that I thought that Bill might be the one messing with my contracts.
"Why would he do that?" she asked. "What would he gain by causing problems for you and your customers?"
"I don't know," I said. I really didn't know. "It's just that Bill is the only person who knew about the last couple of problems and suddenly today Mike knew about them. Bill told me he was going to keep this information from Mike. I can't think of any reason that Bill would do this but there is no reason that anyone else in the company would do this to me either."
"Bill has been trying to help you and now you are ready to accuse him of tampering with your contracts," Erica said. "Your paranoia is really beginning to scare me."
I let it drop and Erica cuddled up to me and whispered, "Why don't you forget about work now and make love to me?"
That sounded like a very good suggestion so I slid my hands down Erica's sides until I reached the hem of her short nightgown and then I pulled it up and over her head. I immediately went to work on Erica's sensitive nipples followed by some passionate kissing.
Erica likes it when I talk dirty to her during sex so I whispered, "You want me to stick my tongue in your hot pussy, don't you?"
"Umm," was her response.
I began to kiss my way down over Erica's breast to her belly and on down to her triangle of dark hair. We hadn't planed on having sex that night so we hadn't showered before going to bed so the musky scent of Erica's womanhood was very strong and getting stronger as I got closer to her soft mound.
I used my tongue to separate her neither lips and as I penetrated her sex her natural juices were just beginning to flow. I sucked the little nub of her clit between my lips and used my tongue to fully arouse her. When I could feel her juices running down my chin, I pushed two fingers into her cavern and slowly worked her into an orgasm.
When I moved back up on top of Erica and pushed my cock inside her, Erica attached my mouth with her lips and tongue. I could tell that Erica was hot because she didn't usually kiss me that way right after I had gone down on her unwashed pussy.
I started pumping my engorged cock into her slowly gradually picking up speed as my own excitement increased. That night was one of the infrequent occasions that we both climaxed at the same time.
Afterwards Erica lay in my arms and drifted off to sleep.
*****
Things were quiet around the office for the next week and then I got a call from George Harris, the CIO at Clinton Products. He asked me if I could come see him the next day and I said that I would be happy to and I asked him what the subject of the meeting would be and he said that he would rather not say. That puzzled me a bit.
The next morning, instead of going into the office I drove down to Macon to meet with George Harris. On the drive down, I pondered the possible reasons for this meeting. I hadn't talked to him for more than a year. I was sure that it wasn't a contract problem because we were still under the terms of a contract we had agreed to two years earlier. Clinton Products was the first new account I had signed up when I started with BDS. I had gotten my foot in the door by winning a contract to provide a third of the network services required by the company. Over the years George Harris and I had become friends and I had managed to talk him into increasing BDS' share of their business to half of the services they required. I just hoped that this meeting wouldn't decrease our share of their services budget.
When I walked into the reception area the receptionist recognized me." Good morning, Mr. Beckman. How are you?"
"I am great, thank you, Sarah. I have a meeting with Mr. Harris. Can I just go up?"
Sarah smiled and said, "No."
That was a first. Normally I would just be waived through the lobby and I would head straight up to George's office. I look at Sarah and waited for an explanation.
"Mr. Harris' office isn't in the data center anymore. He is on the second floor directly above us. Now that you know where you are going you can go on up."
Sarah always did like to tease me a little whenever I came to visit. I thanked her and headed for the elevators. When I got to his office, I did a double take. Outside his door was a sign, which read "George Harris, Chief Executive Officer".
There was no secretary at the desk outside his office so I didn't know whether to knock or just walk in. As I was trying to decide, the door opened and an attractive young lady came out of the office. She smiled at me and said, "You must be Mr. Beckman. Mr. Harris is expecting you. You can go right in."
I thanked her and stepped inside the huge office. George Harris got up from behind his enormous desk and came around to greet me.
"David, good to see you again. Thanks for coming on such short notice."
"No problem," I said. "I guess I should congratulate you on your promotion. When did that happen?"
"About six months ago."
"That's terrific," I said. "I am happy for you. Now how can I help the new CEO of Clinton Products?"
"I have always liked you, David," he said. "I always felt that I could trust you and have never regretted signing that first contract we signed together. As you remember I was not a supporter of the idea of splitting our services among multiple vendors and now that I am CEO I can do things my way. My promotion to CEO isn't the only major change around here. We are about to announce the acquisition of two other companies that will at least triple the size of Clinton Products. This won't be announced until Friday and that's why I couldn't tell you anything on the phone. As a matter of fact, before we go any farther I need you to sign a non-disclosure agreement. I can't afford to have this pre-announced. I am sure you understand."