Money is Power part 1

I gave notice at work today. My boss knew it was coming. He is sorry to see me go, but I don’t need to work anymore, and I need a change anyway. Today I got the check. My wife was killed as a result of a mix up with a pharmaceutical company. They made a terrible mistake in the manufacturing process, and tainted pills got out. It wasn’t many, and they caught it early. But not early enough to save my wife and six others. We all got large settlements on the condition that we not talk about. After the lawyer’s cut, I got 1.75 million dollars. I’d rather have my wife, but no one asked.

I was just back from lunch, and my floor was empty. There were only a handful with offices up here. Some were on their day off, some were still at lunch, and the rest were working on the floor, taking care of business. I was just waking up my computer when Mindy walked in.

Mindy is in her 30s, brown hair, brown eyes, nice figure, C-cups boobs. I’ve always thought she was hot. She barely knew I existed. I could count on one hand, in the ten years we had worked together that she had been in my office. Granted she had no reason to be on this side of the building, which made her visit odd.

“I heard you gave your notice”

It was common knowledge what happened to my wife, and everyone pretty much guessed that I had gotten a large chunk of change. I hadn’t said much about it, but mighty oaks grow from little acorns. I answered back and she made small talk for about a minute, but it was obvious she wanted something. I had a feeling I knew what.

“I need $30,000” Mindy asked

So it starts. I went into a speech that I had actually rehearsed that I was not going to give money away or invest it with anyone. This was blood money and I was going to use it live the life my wife would have wanted me to. That was basically bullshit, but I was hoping the implied sentiment in it would keep people at bay.

Mindy started to get emotional and blurted out.

“Please, I’m desperate. I have to have the money”

OK. I’ll bite. “Why?” I asked

She got quieter and said that she couldn’t tell me. Yeah, that was going to work. I’m going to start giving away money to every pretty face that asks for it, just because.

“Well, in that case, No”

“Please, I’m begging. I’ll do anything. I have to have $30,000 in a week”

“If you will do anything, how about starting with telling me exactly why.”

“I can’t. I could go to jail”

Perfect what is she trying to drag me into.

“Look, I don’t want any part of anything illegal. I’ve probably heard too much already. Let’s just pretend like you were never here”

“No! You wouldn’t be in any trouble. I’m the one…” and then she stopped, figuring she said too much.

“OK, give. Tell me what the hell is going on, or leave.” I was curious and a tiny voice was whispering in my ear.

“I took $30,000 from John’s church building fund and the audit is in about a week. He’s Treasurer and you can probably figure it out from there”

I could. John is Mindy’s boyfriend/fiancé. In today’s complicated world they were not married, but had just bought a house together. They were as good as married, but it would likely be even more complicated than normal should they break up. Add in that she had evidently stolen church money using her boyfriend’s name and not only was she in legal trouble, but her relationship would end too.

“So, let me get this straight. You stole 30 large from the church and you want me to pay for your theft. I’ll be out the money and you will be scot free? What the hell did you do with thirty grand anyway?”

“Central City. I think I have a problem”

“Really? You think?” Central City is one of three places in Colorado where gambling is legal. I think I now knew all I needed or wanted to.

“Will you give me the money?”

“Take off your cloths” I said. It was out before I could stop myself. But as the words came out, I realized I had nothing to lose. I was quitting this job. I had enough money, if I invested it wisely, to live on, and if she ended up giving in, I would get something I hadn’t had since my wife died. I expected her to just say no, call me a name and walk out. Mindy had a reputation as being a bit of a bitch. But she just stood there, either stunned or thinking.

“If I take off my cloths for you, you will give me the money?”

She was desperate.

“No, but you can see the direction this is going”

“Fuck you! You pervert! I’m not sleeping with you! Not for any amount of money. I’m not a whore!”

Well that was more like it. She stomped off and I thought about it the whole rest of the day. I was more than half expecting a call from my boss or HR. But it never came. Maybe she didn’t say anything to anyone. That meant she was thinking about it and so was I. By the end of the day I had my plan, in case she came back.

In the ensuing days Mindy at first just glared at me when we passed each other. Then she would avert her gaze like she hadn’t noticed me. By the sixth day, I didn’t see her at all.

Five PM on the sixth day I see Mindy approaching my office. Before she gets in the door I stop her by saying

“If you’re here to talk about $30,000, then you just stop and listen. I was deeply offended by being called a pervert. So I figure I am due an apology and you have some punishment coming before we discuss anything”

“I’m sor…” she started to say.

“Shut up. I’m going to pick both the punishment and the apology. You just take your ass over to Wal-Mart and bring me a ping-pong paddle. Then when you get back, you better be butt naked when you walk into my office.”

“Wha..What are you going to do?


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