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My Wife's Boss

... brother and sister to me.

"Harry, I need your help!" I shouted when he answered.

I proceeded to explain the situation to him. I repeated the threats that Cramer made before he took off with my wife to their private weekend. Harry picked up on those threats.

"Ok, don't get out of the house, don't call anyone, don't answer your phone and don't open the door to anyone you don't know. And turn off your computer. Christine and I will be there in an hour. We'll bring dinner."

I swept what was left of my business cell phone, grabbed another beer, and sat in the living room to try to calm down after the events of the previous hour.

I knew that Daphne was attracted to Dickhead. Or rather that she was enticed by the aura of power that he displayed. But I never thought that she could toss me aside like some useless garbage and go with him. I thought she loved me as much as I did her. That was a resounding wake-up call.

I had met Daphne five years before, at a party thrown for the birthday of a friend of a friend. I don't even remember how I had ended up there that evening. I did not know more than one or two people. The birthday boy was best buddy with Daphne's brother, who could not even be there himself because he was in the army, and he had been deployed to Afghanistan. I had ended up chatting with Daphne all evening. We started dating the week after and married the year after.

At that time, I was still working for Mr. Duncan. Craig Duncan was the founder of ...

... his small company. He was an excellent woodworker, renowned in our area. But his accounting and managerial skills were essentially non-existent. He had hired me as a part-time accountant to do his bookkeeping while I was still in college. A couple of months after I had started working for him, he landed three large contracts that were way too heavy for the time he had to put in, but his clients would not take no for an answer. So he had asked me to jump in and help him in the field. I started by being the helper, running errands, ordering supplies and holding the long pieces he had to handle.

But I was a quick learner and it turned out that I had a real talent for the job, so after a few months climbing the learning curve, I was able to handle simple jobs all by myself or to be a real help on more complex jobs. I got my degree in accounting, but since I really loved the hands-on job, I also started my apprenticeship and got my certification after a few years. I soon became Mr. Duncan's associate and when he retired, my parents helped me by fronting the money so that I could buy him out over two years.

I was well aware that the lawyers at CBH regarded me as an uneducated dusty shop worker and did not think very highly of me, but I could not care less. My company was doing extremely well. I did not bid on a lot of projects, but those I took on were complex and very lucrative. I had hired two assistants over the preceding months, and my net income and value were higher than ...