“Excuse me Stephen; I
must speak to you for a few minutes.” Trajen O’Rorke stepped into Stephen
Saunders office early one morning. She placed two cups of coffee onto his oak
desk and then sat on one of the four red leather chairs in the plush office.
She placed a folder onto a nearby table. “Did you have a good weekend?”
“We spent
the weekend on the sail boat.” Stephen finished signing the documents covering
his desk. “The weather was beautiful. What did you do?”
“I spent
the weekend on the beach working on my tan.” The attractive young woman brushed
back her long black hair and smiled at him.
“I can see
that.” He admired her long and deeply tanned legs. They appeared to be a stark
contrast to the short white skirt she wore. “I’m going to have a problem with
some of my junior executives when they see you today.”
“Why is
that?” She smiled.
“They’re
going to want me to give you up as my executive assistant. They’re going to
want you working for them.”
“I think
they want me to do more than just work for them.” She laughed before sipping
the coffee.
“Well,
you’re working for me, and if anyone begins to annoy you, you tell me. We have
five hundred people in this building, two thousand across the country, and ten
thousand people working for us world wide. Let me know if any of them starts to
hit on you.”
“You’ve
built a fabulous consumer products manufacturing company in just seven years.
I’m proud to be working for you, and proud that I could help you build this
empire.”
“I didn’t
do it alone Trajen. You’ve been by my side for the past six years, and I
appreciate everything you’ve done for this company.”
“You may
not say that after you hear what I have to tell you this morning.”
“You’re
not leaving for another job, are you? I’ll match, or double whatever they’re
offering you for pay and benefits.”
“I’m not
leaving.” She smiled, before she sipped her coffee. “I thirty five years old
and I plan to be working for you for another thirty years or so.”
“I’m very
glad to hear that.” He stepped around the desk and sat beside her. “What have
you got for me this morning?”
“Our
internal auditors sent me a memo stating they found a serious discrepancy in
our budget figures for last month.”
“They did?
I want you to get them in here so they can explain it to me in detail. I don’t
need any surprises when the outside auditors get here at year end.”
“Well,
that’s why I’m here, instead of the bean counters.” Trajen hesitated, and then
suddenly appeared to be extremely nervous as she sat forward and upright.
“I don’t
understand.” He frowned.
“The
discrepancy the auditors found concerns your wife’s personal expense account.”
“I’ll
cover her overage myself. That’s not a problem. I thought this is something
serious.”
“She’s
over budget by hundreds of thousands of dollars Stephen.”
“How can
that be? Maybe someone stole her credit cards and she doesn’t know it yet. Let
me call her and ask her. We’ll get this cleared up now.”
“I don’t
think that’s the case. I have all of the associated records to backup her
purchases, and I’ve found a definite pattern.”
“A
pattern? Maybe Paige is buying a lot of items for our new house.”
“That’s
not it Stephen.” She frowned and looked at the floor as if searching for the
correct words.
“What’s
going on Trajen? What is so bad that you can’t talk to me?”
“She’s
been buying a lot of jewelry.”
“That
sounds like my wife. I’ll cover her expenses with my personal funds and tell
her to watch her spending through the end of the year.”
“Your wife
has been buying a lot of expensive men’s jewelry from exclusive stores in
Beverly Hills.”
“I see.”
Stephen frowned at his assistant. “There must be more to this explanation, if
you’re in here to present the details yourself. You’re very good at your job,
so tell me everything you know.”
“I’m sorry
I have to be the one to tell you this Stephen. I also found receipts from a
hotel further up the coast.”
“Receipts
for what?”
“Hotel
rooms.”
“What is
she doing in a hotel?”
“Your wife
gets a room every Wednesday afternoon in the same hotel. Actually, she gets the
same room with an ocean view.”
“This
can’t be right Trajen.” Stephen suddenly appeared to be relieved. He looked at
the picture of his wife on his desk, and smiled. “Wednesday is the day my wife
does her volunteer work at the hospital. She’s been doing that for more than a
year. She says she gets a great deal of satisfaction out of that type of work.”
“Maybe you
should ask your wife about the rest of these details yourself.” Trajen suddenly
stood and lifted the folder. “I shouldn’t be doing this. This isn’t my job.”
“Sit down,
please.” He patted his hand on the arm of the chair. “Tell me what’s on your
mind, and what’s going on.”
Trajen sat
down and composed herself after taking a deep breath. “It appears from all of
the outward appearances that your wife is having an affair with another man.”
“You’re
reading too much into this. My wife and I are happily married.”
“That
doesn’t appear to be the case, but I may be mistaken, and I hope to God I am.”
“Why would
she use her credit cards to buy jewelry, and book hotel rooms, and think that I
wouldn’t find out about those purchases?”
“We’ve
never audited Paige’s accounts before now, because she is your wife. If she had
not spent such a large amount of money during the past few months, we would
never have become suspicious.”
Stephen
stood and stared out the window of the towering office building. He silently
studied the city skyline while he became angry. “This is what I get for
marrying a woman twenty years younger than me.”
“That’s
ridiculous. You’ve been married four years and I’ve never seen you look at
another woman.”
“You know
that I’m an ex-Army Green Beret, and I expect the best from everyone under me.
Maybe I expected everyone within my organization to work with me the way you
do, including my wife.”
“May I make
a suggestion? You can tell me to shut up if you don’t like it.”
“I’ll fire
you if you don’t say something. Tell me what to do.”
“I think
we should hire an outside detective agency.”
“To do
what?”
“To follow
your wife and monitor her activities before you confront her with this
information. Maybe you’re right and this is nothing more than a case of stolen
credit cards.”
“All right
Trajen. Hire a reputable detective agency to follow her. Let’s see what she’s
really doing.”
That
evening Stephen drove onto his estate and parked in front of the large mansion
in Beverly Hills. The house was concealed by trees and shrubbery, and was set
far back from the road, at the end of a long driveway blocked by black steel
gates. He listened to the birds singing in the trees in the simmering late day
July heat as he walked to the large swimming pool and spacious patio behind the
house. There he saw his wife Paige lying on a lounge chair.
“Hi
sweetie, how are you?” She lowered her magazine and stood to kiss him.
“I’m
good.” He looked at his wife’s red shorts, and low cut white blouse, which
exposed her large breasts. Her beauty seemed to intrigue him, and as he kissed
her cheek, he noticed the scent of her perfume on her hair. “How was your day?”
“It was
absolutely wonderful. I worked out for hours in our basement gym before I swam
three miles in the pool. I missed you today, and I asked the kitchen staff to
prepare your favorite dinner tonight.”
“Trajen
can’t be right about Paige have an affair with another man,” thought Stephen
while he changed in their upstairs bedroom. “She must be wrong. She has to be
wrong. I want to ask Paige if she is having an affair, to get this out into the
open now, but I can’t do that yet. If Trajen is right, then I’ve given Paige
everything she asked for, and she’s still betrayed me! Why would she do that?” He
attempted to relax by enjoying a glass of Scotch before he enjoyed dinner with
his wife.
During the
next two weeks, the idea that Paige was now a cheating wife became his obsession.
He constantly thought about it, and his anger became almost uncontrollable
several times. He broke a vase in his house one night and told Paige he
accidentally dropped it while admiring the details. At other times, after
discussing how Paige planned to redecorate the interior of the house, or after
enjoying dinner together in an exclusive restaurant, Stephen convinced himself
that his wife could not be unfaithful to him.
Trajen
knocked on his office door several weeks later. “Good morning. I’d like to
speak to you.”
“I’m
reading the first draft of the annual report. I think our shareholders will be
pleased with our sales and profit results for this year, and our forecast for
next year.”
“That’s
nice.” She sat down after placing several large folders onto his desk. “I told
your secretary to hold your calls all morning.”
“Why?
Don’t tell me we have a production problem in our South America plant again?”
“I told
the Engineering Department to deal with that problem. You don’t have to worry
about it.”
“What’s
going on?”
“I have to
speak to you this morning, and it has nothing to do with the company.”
“You look
terrible. Do you have a personal problem? Can I help you? Do you need more
vacation time for something?”
Trajen
raised her hands. “Stop Stephen! You’re making this more difficult for me.”
“I’m
sorry. I’ll stop talking.”
“I have
some more information about your wife.”
“You do?” He
took a deep breath. “Well, judging by the expression on your face it’s not
good, is it?”
“No, it’s
not good at all.”
“Is she
having an affair?”
“Yes she
is.” She paused, while staring into his eyes. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell
you this.”
“Damn her!”
He angrily stood and began pacing. The unexpected movement startled her, and
she shuddered. “Tell me what you know. I want to hear everything you know about
my wife.”
“The
detectives I hired to follow Paige took these pictures of her, and this man.”
She pulled several large black and white photographs from an envelope. She held
one up. “His name is Carlos something.”
“Carlos
Montogoya? The guy who comes to my house to help her in the gym? Her personal
trainer?”
“Yes sir.
That’s the man.” She carefully placed the picture on his desk.
“Where are
they going for their meetings?”
“They meet
at the Seaside Hotel up the coast. Her expense account records show that
they’ve been meeting there every Wednesday afternoon for some time.”
“My wife
is fucking her personal trainer?”
“It
appears that way Stephen. I’m sorry.”
“This
can’t be possible.”
“Your wife
always gets the same hotel room. It’s a room with a view of the ocean.” She
pulled several photographs from another envelope and placed them face down on
his desk. “The detectives placed several cameras in the hotel room, and they
got these still pictures for you.”
He turned a
photograph over and stared at it silently for several moments. “My wife is
wearing black stockings and a garter belt? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her
dressed this way.”
“That is
quite provocative.” Trajen bit her pencil between her teeth.
“And,
she’s kneeling on top of this guy, giving him a blowjob. That’s nice.”
“Please
calm down Stephen.” Her hands trembled.
“What’s
this picture going to show us?” He turned over another. “She’s sitting on his
lap while his cock is in her pussy. This is a nice one of Paige kneeling on the
floor while her stud fucks her pussy from behind. The rest of these pictures
show her fucking this guy all over the room, and even on the desk. Now that’s
using her imagination in ways I never knew she could.”