"You are serious about this?"
"Yes Alan, you handle it."
As I left Tom's office I pondered on how a bad day could become a good day in such a short time. But then I reined myself in. If I didn't save XYZ for the company my vice-presidency could be gone just as quick as it had arrived. The other problem, firing Chambers, would be no problem at all. I didn't like the son of a bitch and getting rid of him wouldn't bother me at all.
It was dark when I arrived. He said, "Glad you could come. I mean, glad you came. Coming will come later-- pun intended. Ha, ha." Sick. I laughed politely. He said, "Right in here, Beth."
It was a suite with an office area, small medical facility, maybe for minor surgery, and a small patients' room, well-furnished, presumably for emergencies or all-night vigils.
As soon as I was in the room, he started kissing me and rubbing me.
"We had another two that summer. I made sure I wore a thicker top with a sports bra the next time. Sure enough someone sprayed me with water but most of the guys were disappointed. Except for John he said he liked me that way and he added that if I hadn't worked for the station I probably would have won the last contest. He sounded very sincere and it made me feel good to hear him say it.
The next summer they tricked me again and again I was paraded in front of everyone.
