“Look, Peter, let’s be realistic about this. You’ve been working all those long hours – and ignoring me in the process, I might add – but let’s face it: you were getting absolutely nowhere.”
That really made me angry. “I was working those long hours to make a better life for the two of us!” I said heatedly. “I thought that was what you wanted.”
She gave me a patronizing smile. “That’s what I thought for a long time, but while I was redecorating Scott’s home he gave me the real lowdown on you and your career. You’re just spinning your wheels at Magnetadyne while he’s about to jump to the next level.”
“On that video it looked to me like you were much more interested in his cock than his career path,” I said nastily.
She had the decency to blush. “Maybe I like both of them better than what you have to offer,” she snapped back at me.
Suddenly I felt old and tired. I rubbed my face. “So you and Scott plan to get married as soon as our divorce is final and he lands that big promotion?” I asked.
“Exactly,” she said.
“What if I were to tell you that Scott isn’t going to get that big promotion after all?”
She gave me a calculating look. “I’d say you were a pathetic, clumsy liar.”
“What if I were to tell you that Scott was fired for cause from Magnetadyne this very morning?” I asked.
I saw fear flit across her eyes, but she recovered quickly. “That’s impossible,” she said loudly. “He’s doing great and his sales team is setting records. There’s no way they could do without him.”
I guess I have a sadistic streak in me because I found myself enjoying this. I reached in my jacket pocket and pulled out another envelope. “What’s that?” she demanded.
“Just some candid shots of your boyfriend taken at Expo in Vegas earlier this week,” I said. “You better have a close look because I can assure you that Mr. Moffatt was very interested when he saw them this morning.”
I opened the envelope and showed her the first photo. She relaxed a little. “Nobody’s going to complain about a sales director blowing off a little steam after a successful trade show,” she said.
The second photo also elicited no comment from her, but I could see that she was growing apprehensive. When I turned the next photo over, she gave a little gasp. “Who are those two floozies with Scott?” she asked jealously.
“Beats me,” I said. “I’ve never seen them before in my life. But Scott seems to be on very close terms with them,” I added, and flipped the next shot over.
She said nothing, but her face grew dark as she saw the impromptu striptease. And when she saw the photo of Scott diddling one of the women with the company logo, she slammed her fist into the table. When I turned over the last two photos showing him performing various sexual acts on the two drunken women, she broke down and began to cry. “How could he cheat on me that way?” she blubbered. “How could he humiliate me in front of all those people?”
The irony of her reaction left me speechless.
After a while she raised her head and stared at me through reddened eyes. “Is it true?” she asked.
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