A
Tuesday Confrontation
The rest of the
evening had gone by quietly with Georgia in deep contemplation although she had
willed Carter to give her a cream foot rub which was unbelievably soothing and
relaxing. So by the time she went to bed
she fell asleep almost immediately. She
had wonderful dreams although in the morning when the alarm went off she could
not quite remember them. She was no
sooner out from under the covers and Carter was there, straightening them and
making the bed up in a most professional way.
"You need to get ready for work," She told him.
And then she thought under her breath.
"Cleaning can wait until after supper tonight."
She left him in the
bathroom hoping that he had gotten the message.
She dressed as sexy as she felt she could get away with for a day at
work, with a skirt a little too short and heels a little too high. She was not sure exactly what she would run
into when she walked into the office but she was damned sure she was going to
make a lasting impression. As she
entered the building she was happy to note that every male eye turned towards
her and took a little longer than usual to check out her charms. She put a little extra sway to her hips and
was rewarded with even more attention.
She took the elevator to the fourth floor and made her way to her
office. She was not surprised to see
that her desk had been cleared and that a large cardboard box was sitting in
the middle of the floor. There was
little of value contained within it however as most everything in the office
had been company property including her laptop.
All that was left of the five years she had worked at this company was a
few pictures that had decorated her desk and walls. The first emotion she felt was one of intense
sadness. Her eyes began to water and she
felt a few tears sliding down her cheeks.
But then that emotion gave way to anger over the unjustness of the
action. She had done nothing to deserve
being fired and she would be damned if she would accept it without some type of
fight although she was not sure what it would be. There was only one way to find out and that
was to head for Waverly's office.
"What the hell
are you doing here?" He demanded as
Georgia walked through his door.
"I work here,"
She replied with a quiet tone of voice.
"Not since you
attacked me without provocation last night," He informed her.
"I don't
remember it that way. Do you have some
witnesses to this supposed attack or perhaps a video recording of how it
happened?"
"I don't need
witnesses or recordings. What I say goes
and I say that you need to go before I call the police and have you forcibly
removed."
"Perhaps we need
to go down to the employment office and have a talk with the HR director. He might see things a little differently when
he finds out about your sexual misconduct.
Harassment lawsuits cost companies like this
millions of dollars."
Waverly seemed to
lose a little bit of his composure at that moment. Georgia was quite sure that he still had the
pictures on his computer and he was trying to figure out a way to adequately explain to them if Georgia was to bring the
charge in front of the HR director. She
could see the wheels begin turning in his head. And then he seemed to relax. "You go on ahead," He told her.
"I have a few things to do and then I will be right down."
"To hell, I will!" She exclaimed. "Get out of your chair right now. We are going to go together. There is no possibility that I am going to
let you destroy the evidence. Now get up
damn you."
And like a robot he
did, as she had demanded. With his head
hanging down in shame he walked towards his door. She followed him down the hall to the HR
director's office. As they passed
through the door the secretary/receptionist looked up with some confusion. "Did you have an appointment with Mr.
Thompson?" She asked.
Waverly just stood
there as if he was confused. The silence
seemed to drag on forever until Georgia finally broke it. "Speak up Waverly. Tell her why we are here so that we can get
on with our lives."
"Yes, yes of
course," he stammered. "We
need to see Mr. Thompson about an employment issue and I am afraid that it
can't wait."
"Just a minute
then. I will see if he has a few minutes
free."
Soon they were shown
into the HR Director's office and seated in two big comfortable chairs.
"Now what is so
urgent that the two of you had to bust in here without an
appointment?" Thompson asked.
"Well, speak up Waverly,"
Georgia demanded. "Tell Mr.
Thompson how you sexually harassed me by groping my breasts and then decided to
fire me when I wouldn't put out for you."
Waverly was having
trouble forming the words. He did not
want to say what Georgia had demanded of him but for some reason, he could not stop himself from feeling
compelled to say them. And so he just
stuttered and stammered.
"For God's sake
man, is any of this true?" Thompson asked.
Waverly just looked
down at the floor unable to form the correct words.
"Okay, Georgia,
perhaps you better tell me your side of this story," Thompson said.
"When I was
leaving for work last night Mr. Waverly stopped me and demanded that I come
into his office. When I was inside he
closed and locked the door, which I found to be uncomfortable in and of itself. But then he insisted I look at some
pornographic pictures he had on his computer.
They looked to be photoshops of me
wearing a bazaar outfit. While I had my
back turned to him and was distracted because of the pictures on his computer,
he came up behind me, trapped my arms to
my sides with his arms and then began fondling my breasts. He made it plain that if I did not give him
what he wanted he would use those pictures to embarrass and humiliate me. I was finally able to get away from him by
stomping his instep with the heel of my shoe.
If I had not been successful I am positive he would have raped me right
there in his office. And then when I
came to work this morning, I found my office cleaned out and Waverly informed
me that he had fired me. He was going to
have me forcibly removed from the premises but I threatened to sue him and the
company if he did not allow me to air my grievances to you."
Mr. Thompson looked
completely shocked as he turned to Waverly.
"Is any of this true?"
Again Waverly seemed
to be at a loss for words. His brain
just could not fathom him admitting to what Georgia was accusing him but for
some reason, he could not bring himself
to deny it either. And then Georgia
spoke again.
"Waverly, I
demand that you show Mr. Thompson those pictures you have in your email."
"We would have
to go back to my office so that I can access my email in order to do that,"
Waverly answered.
"No, we don't." Replied Thompson. "You can use my computer right here and
I demand that you do so. If there is any
truth to these allegations you have put this company in a very precarious
position. My computer is on the company
server so sit down and log into your email and bring up those pictures.
Waverly did as he was
told and with a few clicks on the keyboard and a click or two of the mouse
Georgia again saw herself fully exposed on a computer monitor. She smiled to herself as she though exactly
how hot she actually looked and she took a peek at both men's trousers to see
if either of them had a slight tent forming and was pleased to see a little
wiggle to Mr. Thompson's pants and a bulge forming in Waverly's.
"You say these
pictures were photoshopped. They look pretty real to me." Announced Thompson.
"Oh for heaven's
sakes, look at those boobs and then look at mine," Georgia demanded. "Do I look like I have that much under
my blouse? It is obvious that someone
has placed my face onto someone else's body.
And since I know that I have never worn an outfit like that, these
pictures have to be fake. But even if
they real did that give this pervert the
right to fondle me in his office with the intent to blackmail me into having
sex with him? My question to you is what
are you going to do about this?"
"What do you
suggest we do?" Asked Thompson.
"I think the
ball is in your court at the moment.
Since Waverly has fired me without any just cause, my only options would
seem to be legal ones. I suppose I
should call my lawyer and ask her opinion of the situation."
"Now, now."
Thompson began. "Let's not be
hasty. There is no reason to get lawyers
involved in this minor dispute unless of course you filed a police report last
night and since Waverly is not in handcuffs I doubt that you did. So the question is how can we make you feel
comfortable working here after this has happened?"
"You actually
think that you can just wave your magic wand and make all this go away? Do you think I could ever be comfortable
working with this pervert as my boss?"
"I understand
that you are upset right now, but I am sure that after you give it sometime this can all blow over. Why don't you take a week off with pay to
consider your options?"
"So now you are
suspending me is that it?"
"No of course
not, I was just suggesting that perhaps an extra week of paid vacation might be
in order."
"Do you really
think that is fair compensation for what I have been through? If Waverly had tried to rape your wife would
you expect her to settle for a week's vacation?" Georgia asked.
"So let's get serious. Let's talk money. How much is it worth to you to have this
whole thing go away?"
"Although now it
sounds like you are the one doing the blackmailing, it might be in our interest
to make a settlement offer. How about
you resign and we will give you one-month
severance for each year you have worked for us.
With your monthly salary of approximately $5000, that would be in the
neighborhood of $25000 dollars. Of course, we would expect you to sign a
confidentiality agreement about this whole incident. How does that sound?"
"Make the
neighborhood an even $50,000 and we have a deal. You have 5 minutes to make a decision.
It only took the five
minutes for Waverly and Thompson to agree to the offer. It took another two hours for the paperwork
to be drawn up and the check cut.
Georgia was a little disappointed to learn that $50,000 becomes a little
less than $32,000 after taxes are withheld.
"Now that is
finished what would you like us to do with the pictures?" Thompson asked.
"Why
to jack off to them of
course," Georgia announced.
And as she headed for
the door both men were reaching for their zippers.
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