We went into her office, I closed the door, and handed her a memo that I had drafted the previous night on my home computer which provided all of the information I had overheard, and also my analysis of the computer aspects of the salesmen’s plot. “I think that this memo is self-explanatory, but if you have any questions I’m happy to answer them,” I said as I sat in a chair across from her desk.
I really wish that her desk had a privacy panel in front of it because I had a really good view up her skirt from my position — I tried not to look because I could feel myself starting to sweat and getting hard.
It was clear than Melanie read the memo twice before she looked up at me. “Thank you very much, Jubal. This is self-explanatory and provides as much detail as I could expect. I will be taking action on this after a further investigation — you’ve really helped me, and Winsome, out.”
“Glad to help,” I replied, standing up and hoping that I hadn’t tented my pants as a result of the view up her skirt.
“One thing, though, Jubal; I ask that you keep this confidential — tell no one not even your boss — and I won’t be able to report to you what ultimately happens.”
“No problem — after handing you the memo I will not even think about this again, let alone talk with anyone about it, and tonight I’ll scrub it from my home computer,” I responded with a smile.
Melanie insisted on shaking my hand. I wish she hadn’t. An electric charge passed through my body from the contact. I hope that she didn’t notice my slight shudder.
Melanie didn’t have to tell me what happened. Ten days later the three salesmen who I had overheard were clearing out their desks while security watched over them.
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I guess that Melanie and my paths were destined to intersect because I had another interaction with her only about three weeks after the three salesmen were fired.
I was going to dinner at a nearby restaurant on a Friday night after working late when as I approached the establishment I saw a large obviously drunk guy holding Melanie’s arm. I heard her say “Let go of me you bastard,” and heard him slur “Just a little sugar, baby!”
Most people don’t realize that fencing is very similar to martial arts — it requires the same type of quickness, posture, balance, and technique that many martial arts do. I approached the guy from the side and hit him with my left elbow as hard as I could in the area of his right rotator cuff. He immediately released Melanie’s arm and called out in pain. I then — careful to protect myself and be ready in case he swung at me with his left — got in his face. I whispered “Leave now or tomorrow morning you’ll wake up to find your face a pile of goo.”
He looked at the intensity in my eyes while still whimpering because of the excruciating pain in his shoulder, mumbled a few swear words, and then slinked off.
I turned to see Melanie staring at me. “Are you OK?” I asked.
“Yes; thanks, Jubal; what are you doing here?”
“I came to sit at the bar and have dinner.”