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Her Husband's Boss

... should be ashamed of herself for even thinking of the possibility of cheating on her husband! But…it wouldn’t be like “cheating”, exactly, the devil’s voice told her. Suppose, the voice said, just for the sake of argument, of course, that she were to do it, well, it would be for both their benefit! It would help her husband’s career enormously. Imagine: a VP at thirty-four. So, okay, she would be “cheating”, but it would be for the greater good of her family! A bigger house! Private school for Michael junior! The chance to be the Country Club snob she always wanted to be! The ends would definitely justify the means! There would be danger, though. Her husband could never know. It would destroy him. It was all quite vexing. As she finished the last of her tea, Jessica had to admit that “taking one for the family”, so to speak, from Michael Slater wouldn’t exactly be a—well—an unpleasant mission, by any means. Slater was quite attractive, actually, and there was an aura of power about him that many women undoubtedly would find irresistible. In fact, if she weren’t a happily married woman, fucking him would be a no brainer. Sure, he was an arrogant son-of-a-bitch, but she supposed that anyone had to be a little arrogant to be a CEO. She kind of wished her husband showed a little more arrogance. With that thought, she returned to bed. Her six-year old was now too heavy for her to carry, so she snuggled in between him and her still naked husband and fell fast asleep. Her last ...

... thought before sleep came was of her mother. Her mother would never have done what Jessica was now considering. But then, her mother had died poor. Jessica Jones was not her mother. VI. The next morning, Sunday, at the breakfast table, over coffee, Jessica and Michael were skimming the news on their respective i-pads. At one moment, Jessica asked her husband what he thought the odds were that he would win the promotion. 70-30 he told her. 70-30 against. Jack McShane simply had much more experience, and wasn’t really that old himself. Had he said 50-50, Jessica may have been left in a quandary as to what she should do. But the 70-30 prediction sealed her decision. Sipping her coffee, and without looking up from her i-pad, Michael Jones’ wife responded: “I think your odds might be better than you think.” VII. Monday morning, after Michael senior had left for work and Michael junior caught the school bus, Jessica Jones made perhaps the most daring decision of her life. She picked up her cell phone and dialed the headquarters of her husband’s company. When the switchboard operator answered, she asked to speak with the CEO, Mr. Michael Slater. Two short rings later and Slater’s secretary came on the line. “Who may I say is calling,” she asked when Jessica said she wanted to speak with Mr. Slater. “The woman who slapped his face Saturday night”, she wanted to say, but in fact, the secretary’s question scared her. She hadn’t thought of this. At first she was hesitant to say she was ...