Chapter 33. Wives In The Office

Monday September 22, 2008.

Monday morning I was in a unusual mood - a sedate and very successful mood. In the last week I had eliminated three active enemies, Cynthia was adjusting well in Peru, Brisk wasn’t (this was good news because he might return), I had just gotten confirmation of a $5 million transfer from Darnel’s estate (I love being in LA, because half the day is over in New York so the broker’s emails are good news early) plus there was Amy’s call yesterday, and then I went to bed with Zar, who was very turned on by Bente’s photo shoot Friday, but was tired enough that sex was easy and loving. I slept for 6 hours after we made slow and gentle tribal love.

There is one car that fits this mood perfectly, the sedate Lincoln L, with the factory-ordered extended wheelbase. The ride is wonderful, like a favorite cocktail savored alone in a quiet refined hotel bar. I drove that to work. Everything was good.

One of the rules for our office building was that family members, especially wives, were not allowed on the floors with the offices. They could enter the atrium on the first floor, and there were conference rooms on the top floor, with a dedicated elevator between, but because we were all “busy working hard” wives and family were considered distractions and hence forbidden on the office floors in between.

The real reason for this policy was that the wives should never see the service girls, especially when they are working. Barnes knew that no PA could keep a wife or young child from walking in on her lawyer-husband-father while he was on a “coffee break” with a naked lady on her knees sucking his cock, and the results of such an unlikely event were too unpredictable to contemplate.

However, at nine on Monday morning, the Barnes and Stern couples, plus Rose Barnes and Jessica Stern, trooped into my office like they were on a mission. I got a 2 minute warning on the intercom, but I was sure it was a joke. Fortunately I was alone in the office when they arrived.

I know a gentleman stands when a lady enters the room. Both wives and daughters immediately wrapped me up in a group hug with friendly, happy kisses which I clearly deserved for some reason. I didn’t argue, I took it like a man, kept my mouth shut and waited to find out exactly what I had done to merit such treatment. I was sure I would be told eventually.

It seemed that Amy had called all three households last night after her call to me. Besides spreading the word that she was okay working in Europe, she said that she owed her sanity and safety in some way to me, that I was “there for her” in a way nobody else she knew could be. She was vague on details. Judge Stern naturally tried to push her a bit, but his wife shut him up and took the phone. Amy said that some things were private and would stay that way. Amy said, “I trusted him and he came through big time. He said the right words to the right people at the right time and saved my career. I owe him to return the favor.”