hanger. I normally wear my jeans below my leather
riding pants as it gets cold on my bike but decided that it would provide
easier access if my plan was successful. I pulled on a t shirt and my
leather motorcycle jacket and looked in the mirror. I laughed to myself as
I khis was not proper pany attire.
I went up to the executive suite and knocked on Withersby' s office door. I
was very excited but part of me wanted him not to be there. After all, if
my plan failed and I was wrong I would lose my job.
"e in" Withersby called from ihe office. I entered and closed the
door behind me. Withersby looked up from the desk. "Hi Jake on your way out
for the weekend I see" he said with a disapproving look. "Yes sir" I shot
back. "Well, have a good weekend then" he said turning his attention back
to his puter. I sat down on the chair opposite him. I picked up the
picture of his wife and placed it ba the desk. "You have a beautiful
wife Mr. Withersby" Withersby looked up at me. He studied my face for a few
minutes. "Thanks Jake but I generally do not discuss my family with my
employees" he said sounding aggravated. "Oh, I know sir. You are always the
face of all things proper" I shot back. Withersby studied my face then as
calmly as he could said, "Ok Jake have a good weekend, Good night!" Again,
I just sat there. I could see him getting angry, but he maintained his
posure.
"Charley, you don' t mind me calling you Charley do you" I started. It seems
that you' ve been a bad boy ao be punished. Withersby' s face turned
beet red a silently. "I happeo see your post, or should I say
posts slist looking for someoo dominate you. "What are you
talking about?" Withersby shot back trying to deny it vehemently. "Yeah I
would not have guessed it either but when I saw you e into The Quest 2
weekends in a