A quirky story of wealth, greed, and revenge; a dish best served cold.
She sat down, her face slightly red at his sudden irritation of her. In all the years there had never been an argument; they had never had cross words over anything. She stood by him through his divorce and the estrangement of his children. It wasn’t her place to say, but she agreed with him, they were useless.
Big D’s wife accused her once, just once, of infidelity with him. Before she could do a thing, Sherrie had her backed into a corner face first, standing on her tip toes, and gasping for air. “Not now, not in the past, and not in the foreseeable future will there be any kind of “infidelity,”” she hissed into Big D’s wife’s ear. “I have only one relationship with your husband; he is my employer and I am his employee. If you ever make that charge again, I will sue you for all of your personal net worth. That is, I will do so after I beat the crap out of you,” she said the last releasing her hold on the woman’s throat. She stepped back and smiled sweetly at Big D’s wife. “Do we have an understanding Mrs. Bridges,” she asked with the smile still on her face.
Mrs. Bridges was still rubbing her throat but nodded her head in acknowledgment of the words. Sherrie turned and started to walk away. “I could have you arrested for assault,” she heard Mrs. Bridges say behind her.
Sherrie stopped, turned, and walked back to her employer’s wife. “Why yes you could; and I would be arrested and taken to jail and tried and convicted and all of that. But then, how would you enjoy the rest of your life from a wheelchair? I could make that happen; even from jail. Be careful what you threaten Mrs. B and whom.
“Your husband is a great boss, he is a good friend, he is a great business teacher, but I have no idea whatsoever if he is a great lover and I have no intentions of finding out. Do you understand me?”
Sherrie sat in front of her boss’s desk and waited for him to speak. Finally, he looked up and smiled at her. “In the twenty-one years that we have been together I never made any kind of pass at you.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of fact.
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