The big plan

Charles:

After Pamela left, I paced around my office. She had pushed me to the wall once more and I couldn't help myself this time. I was clearly still in love with this woman, and seeing Mr. Fernandez drooling at her made me mad. She was mine and no man should ever have to look at her that way.

The worst part is that it seemed this feeling was one-sided and not mutual. With the way she carried on her daily activities, it looked like she had moved on. I was the only one still bearing a grudge, and the only one who couldn't move on.

Well how was I supposed to? She was aging finely. All I could think about were those beautiful hips of hers, and the way they swayed in the dresses when she walked. I want her badly, but then I also want her to want me.

"Fuck! I'm going crazy!" I yelled out. Then I opened up the cabinet in my office and took out a glass, and a bottle of whiskey.

I needed to find a way to show her what she was missing. Money didn't seem to solve it, because she seemed to at