At His Home

I woke up more determined than ever to get Graham away from me. First I just had to get him fired and hope he couldn’t afford his new place. I knew that I didn’t possess the power to just fire him, it came down to three options, A review panel where I would have to tell all what Graham has been doing to me. Second option was to tell Mr. Halsey about what’s been occurring and accept his decision on the matter. Or I had the worst option available- do nothing and let graham continue to fuck me whenever and however he wants.

I got up and sat with my feet over the left side of the bed, reached over to the nightstand and retrieved my phone. I turned it on and scrolled through the contact numbers in the phonebook app for a number I’ve had for over ten years but have never once used, Mr. Halsey’s personal number.

I pressed the screen and waited holding my breath while the phone dialed.

“Hello, Ian Halsey, What can I do for you?”

I expelled my breath and started, trying to be confident even though I was shaking inside. “Mr. Halsey, this is Elizabeth Manworthy calling with a problem only you can help me with!”

“Elizabeth, well this is a pleasure I can’t remember getting before! You say you have a problem do you? Is it work related because I’m taking the next couple of days off!”

“Oh then sorry to bother you with my problems, enjoy your time off!”

“Nonsense Elizabeth, I’m always available for my employees to help them with anything. So go right ahead and tell me your problem!”

I give him a condensed version and was surprised when he seemed to take an interest in what I was saying.

“I don’t like what you’re implying Elizabeth, nor do I fully grasp what’s going on, so tell you what…!”

Mr. Halsey gave me his address and expected me to be at his home before noon. I was pulling into the gated driveway a little before eleven, the envelope containing the **** photo in the passenger seat beside me. I followed the directions I was given and parked at the west side of the driveway, grabbed the envelope and went to the front door.

I never got a chance to knock, for Mr. Halsey was standing on the front veranda in front of an open door. “Elizabeth, welcome to my place, won’t you come in and we’ll work out your little problem!”

He led me into what I could only think of as an home office, where I handed him the envelope and watched as he reviewed every picture.

Then Mr. Halsey looked over at me. “Elizabeth, did you tell anyone you were coming over here?”