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Trish’s Life

Trish’s Life

Is Trish just unlucky or is she a born victim? We first meet Trish as a young stay at home wife who’s husband is presented with a demand from one of the executives that has him trembling in his shoes!

Dinner with the Boss

"Harold Simmons?" asked the secretary.

"Yes," answered Harold.

"Mr. Grant would like to see you in his office. Please follow me."

"Mr. Grant? Why me? What did I do?" babbled Harold.

"Just follow me please," the secretary told him. Harold got up and stumbled behind the secretary. She was definitely 69th floor. He had never really seen one before, but he had heard rumors about them. Secretaries that could double for supermodels. They wore short skirts, skin tight shirts and high heel pumps. Harold followed her into the executive elevator. It was his first time inside it after working here for six years. He was scared shitless. Mr. Grant was VP of human resources and known as "the reaper" at the water cooler. Harold starred at the secretary as the elevator rose. He could now see that she wore no bra beneath her tight fitting top. Her nipples, poking through, also appeared to be pierced.

"See anything you like?" she asked.

Harold quickly starred at the floor. "Sorry. I'm just nervous." The elevator hit the 69th floor and the doors opened. Out walked the secretary and Harold followed her. She showed him into a large office and told him to sit down in the chair opposite the desk.

"Mr. Grant will be right with you." ...

... Harold sat waiting for about five minutes when Mr. Grant came in, he was tall, handsome, black, about 50, and dressed in a very smart blue suit.

"Mr. Simmons, I won't waste your time. Could you please tell me who this is?" Mr. Grant held up a picture of a woman.

"Why, it's my wife sir. That picture was on my desk. I didn't even know it was missing."

"This is a copy. Does she work?" asked Mr. Grant.

"No sir."

"Then it would be a shame if you lost your job, wouldn't it Harold? Now before you start groveling, let me say you are hanging by a thread. I am coming over to your house for dinner tonight. If I can find no reasonable cause to excuse your mediocre performance in the workplace, I will be forced to let you go. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir. Thank you for the second chance sir."

"And Simmons? Please make sure your wife dresses nicely. I'll be there at six." Harold scrambled out of the office and rode the elevator down to the 8th floor where his office was. He called home to his wife and explained the situation. Trish said she would try to make something special for dinner. Just before he hung up he asked his wife to wear her short black dress. She was about to question him about it, but the line went dead.

Harold was trying to think it through. Why would Mr. Grant have a picture of his wife? Harold had married Trish two years ago. They were home town sweet hearts. She was three years younger than him at 23. Harold worried about it all day and all the way home, ...