A loving wife comes up with a practical solution

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After the announcements and gift giving for both Melanie’s department and mine Melanie introduced me to her husband Jack, who it was clear she was deeply in love with. I immediately recognized him from the large photo of him and their two young daughters that hung on the back wall of Melanie’s office and which I was told was updated every New Year.

It turned out that the holiday party was my last date with Amy. Afterwards she complained bitterly that I spent too much time talking to “that old slut” (no hetero male would ever call Melanie “old”) and otherwise exposed her nasty personality; so I dumped her. I was glad that I found out about her true colors then before investing any more time or energy in the relationship.

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My next interaction with Melanie came only a few weeks after the holiday party. I had just had a phone conversation with one of the salesmen with him on speaker, and apparently he hadn’t properly disconnected the call. Before I hung up I heard his door open and other voices so I stayed on the line. I then overheard three male employees of the sales department talking about doing some shady things with their sales reports, and possibly finding out a way to manipulate the sales department computer system to introduce false information that would make them look good. I understood the computer stuff — it wouldn’t work the way they were going to try their scheme unless they got a black hat hacker involved — although I didn’t understand the sales talk. I quietly hung up the phone after I had heard enough.

I only thought about it overnight before I knew what I had to do. I was waiting at Melanie’s office when she got in (she was always early) the next morning. She had asked at the party for me to call her “Melanie” instead of “Mrs. Brooks” so I inquired “Melanie, could I talk to you about something business related?”

“Sure Jubal,” she replied, somewhat surprised because we didn’t really have any business interactions.

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!”

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