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My Wife's Boss

I first wish to thank everybody for the nice comments on « The Lemon Soup ». That (very) short story was more like a joke, very fun to write!

This new story is totally over the top and was even more fun to write. Ok, there is nothing new here, really. I just wanted to revisit the theme of the wife's bully boss who has an inflated sense of his own importance. The characters may be a bit unrealistic, and I took a lot of liberties with the legal/penal system and with computer and home surveillance technology, but this is fiction! Let's say it happens in a universe where things work like that.

A long-time contributor to this site suggested that I indicated that English is not my first language. I do my best with the grammar and spelling, but yes, there are some tweaks in the writing that give away the fact that we do not speak English at home. Please consider yourself warned.

If you're still with me, enjoy!

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I was not in the best of moods when I finished putting my tools in my pick-up truck at the end of that Thursday afternoon. The client I had been working with over the previous two weeks did not seem to know what he wanted. He had asked me to make one change after the other to the initial plan of the staircase I was contracted to build. The last request made earlier that morning was so extensive that I had to dismantle about half of the job I had already done. On top of that, I had to go back to the architect and the engineer, because the latest whim of this ...

... fickle twat could not be done without redrawing the structural plans. So the next day would be an unplanned day off.

My name is Garrett Morrison. I am the main artist and owner of a small woodworking-carpentry shop specialized in the design and construction of upscale staircases. My clients are wealthy mansion owners, hotels, restaurants, and offices who can afford paying way above 50 grands for a work-of-art exclusivity staircase.

I had just turned 34 and I had been married for four years to Daphne Tupper, 29. Daphne was a young and successful lawyer at Cramer, Boylan and Hendricks, a law firm specialized in commercial and intellectual property law. We did not have any children yet, mainly because Daphne wanted to establish her career first.

I was surprised to see my wife's car in the driveway when I got home at 16:30. Daphne usually worked late on Thursday evenings so that she could finish at a reasonable time on Friday. I entered the house through the backdoor entrance just like I did every time I returned from a construction site. I had installed a small bathroom with a shower next to the door, so that I could shower and change first thing after getting in and avoid carrying dust all over the house.

The water pressure was lower than usual. Was my wife in the upstairs shower? That was odd, because Daphne usually showered either in the morning or just before going to bed.

I quickly finished, donned some house clothes, and went upstairs to see what my wife was ...