I was actually thinking last night that I’ve had enough. I just didn’t know what to do. Until now.”
We agreed to talk again.
Privately.
I had always been in the background to Rick’s spotlight, but for the first time, someone had seen me — really seen me.
I started really paying attention.
Rick’s late-night calls. I also noticed that his calendar had odd entries: “consult” at 9 p.m., “client touch base” on a Saturday. None of these matched the “promotion meetings” he claimed to attend.
One night, I overheard him on the phone, pacing the backyard.
That wasn’t a man chasing a promotion.
That was one covering his tracks!
So one day, I lied to him about going to the store.
Instead, I followed him.
He met a woman in a navy suit at a quiet café. They talked intensely. Papers exchanged hands.
It was obvious that he wasn’t cheating. Their gathering looked more like a meeting. Perhaps an interview?
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