When the next photograph flashed onscreen, a collective gasp filled the room. One of the nymphets had lost all of her clothes, and Scott was fondling her to the cheers of the audience.
Before I could stop it, the next shot came onscreen revealing Scott using a three-dimensional model of the company logo like a dildo on the complaisant young woman.
“Turn it off!” Mr. Moffatt shouted, and I quickly shut off the monitor to hide the offending image.
“Mr. Benson, not only did you disgrace yourself last night, but you brought disgrace on Magnetadyne Industries as well,” he thundered.
Scott’s face was red, and he angrily shouted, “Wait a minute, I’m the victim here. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t been tricked into believing I’d been promoted.”
“Thank God you weren’t promoted!” Mr. Moffatt roared. Then he regained his composure somewhat. “It doesn’t make the slightest difference to me why you acted the way you did. The fact remains that your behavior was totally outrageous and completely unacceptable. Even if the head of our best customer hadn’t walked in and seen the debauchery, you would still have been setting a terrible example for your own people.”
He turned abruptly to me. “Ms. Martin, get HR and Security up here right away. Have them escort Mr. Benson back to his office and tell them he has fifteen minutes to remove any personal items from his desk. Effective immediately, Mr. Benson’s employment with Magnetadyne is terminated for cause.”
“Yessir,” I squeaked, and hastened to make the calls.
Behind me, I heard Scott yelling. “This is all your fault, Hammill. You set me up!” But before he could do or say anything more, one of our Security personnel arrived and began to escort Scott away. As they waited for the elevator, Peter came out of Mr. Moffatt’s office and walked up beside Scott. I was out in the hallway looking for the HR representative so I was just able to hear what Peter whispered to Scott: “You fucked my wife, now you’re the one who’s fucked.”
Scott snarled like an animal, but the Security man quickly stepped between them. The elevator arrived just then with the head of HR, so the three of them got on and rode down, leaving Peter and me behind. As I turned to go back to the office, Peter said quietly, “When you get a chance, please come see me. I need to talk to you about all this.”
I assured him I would and then hastened back to Mr. Moffatt’s door. “Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Moffatt?” I asked.
He looked up at me with weary eyes, and I could tell that all this had taken a toll on him. “Yes, actually there are three things I need, Ms. Martin. First and foremost, please accept my apologies for making you view those lewd photographs. At least I managed to stop them before the shot that showed Scott, um, having sex with that little tramp, but I had forgotten what he’d done in the way of foreplay.”
I smiled and nodded my appreciation for his gentlemanly sensitivity.
“The second thing you could do would be to try to get Lucas Masterson on the phone so I can apologize to him again and let him know what steps I’ve taken this morning to ensure this debacle will not be repeated.”
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