Getting Burned Without Scarring. Part 2

 

She sat down in her office, head in her hands. She needed to find a way. Needed to make him pay for what he did. It was nothing short of despicable. She had told her husband what happened and he tried to tell her to let it go. But she felt he didn’t understand. This was a personal vendetta. She needed to get him; needed to bring him down. She was not just doing it for herself but for all maltreated women in the workplace all around the world. It had taken all of her willpower the day before not to go and punch him after the meeting. He would only laugh if she did that.

She peered at the briefs in front of her but her anger wouldn’t let her focus. She needed to do a good job with these briefs to show the board that she knew the stuff she was made of. What about his wife, she wondered? Did he treat her like she was less than nothing too? A sound startled her. It was the sound of low, muted laughter. It was just after office hours. It seemed to be coming from the direction of Mr. Dada’s office. She was irritated. What did he have to laugh about?

Then she realized it was a female voice laughing. Who could that be? Was it his wife? She crept out of her office to take a peek at the woman who would be brave enough to marry Mr. Dada. She saw them through the open window. They seemed to be embracing. Then the woman turned and she gasped. That was certainly not Mr. Dada’s wife. That was Laide, the receptionist downstairs.
She crept back into her office. The board would not be pleased if they heard about this. Suddenly, her anger disappeared and she started humming a tune as she packed her briefs home. She had found a way to get even.

“How was your day hon?” her husband asked as he slumped into a chair on the dining table.
“It was great,” she said grinning.
“Really? No backlash from Mr. Dada’s presentation?” he asked her.
“Oh, Dada will get what’s coming to him.”
“Darling, we’ve talked about this before. You need to let it go. Trust me. It’s not worth it.”
“Whose side are you one? I was unjustly treated. I need to be vindicated.”
Her husband sighed. “Ok. So what do you want to do?”’
“I found out something about him today.”
“Which is…”
“He’s having an affair with one of the junior workers.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. I’m certain of it.”
“Oiza, you really don’t want to get involved in this do you? You may end up hurting yourself even more than you realize.”
“He’s doing something wrong. He needs to be punished for it. The board needs to know about his indiscretion.”
Her husband said nothing more but kept eating his dinner. She felt a little guilty without knowing why but shrugged it away.
When she saw Dada at work the next day, she smiled sweetly at him. He gave her a curt nod and walked away. She smiled ruefully to herself. He wouldn’t even know what hit him.



6 thoughts on “Getting Burned Without Scarring. Part 2” by vickyoziwrites (@Vickyoziwrites)

  1. I like it that way, when vengeance is served COLD.
    Can’t wait to see what she would do.

  2. Yes, yes, yes… This chick has an unmistakable, steely “I’m going to get you” look… Nice.

    Good story so far.

  3. Wish you had recorded what you saw so they wouldn’t deny should you take it up…but I love this Sweet Revenge

  4. ok. The revengeful side of me is smirking and rubbing my hands together in anticipation of revenge. But the careful side is thinking about what the lady’s husband said.
    Revenge can be good, but sometimes forgiveness is better.
    Wonderful series. Waiting for the next part. cheers

  5. Thanks for the comments guys.

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