Getting burned without scarring. (2)

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She sat down in her office, head in her hands. She needed to find a way. Needed to make him pay for what he did. It was nothing short of despicable. She had told her husband what happened last night and he tried to tell her to let it go. But she felt he didn\’t understand. This was more than a personal vendetta. She needed to get him; needed to bring him down. She was not just doing it for herself but for all maltreated women in the workplace all around the world.
She peered at the briefs in front of her but her anger wouldn\’t let her focus. It was after work hours, but, she needed to do a good job with these briefs to show the board that she knew the stuff she was made of. What about his wife, she wondered? Did he treat her like she was less than nothing too? A sound startled her. It was the sound of low, muted laughter. It was coming from the direction of Mr. Dada\’s office. She was irritated. What did he have to laugh about?
Then she realized it was a female voice laughing. Who could that be? Was it his wife? She crept out of her office to take a peek at the woman who would be brave enough to marry Mr. Dada. She saw them through the open window. They seemed to be embracing. Then the woman turned and she gasped. That was certainly not Mr. Dada\’s wife. That was Laide, the receptionist downstairs. She crept back into her office. The board would not be pleased if they heard about this. She started humming a tune as she packed her briefs home. She had found a way to get even.
\”How was your day hon?\” her husband asked as he slumped into a chair on the dining table.
\”It was great,\” she said grinning.
\”Really? No backlash from Mr. Dada\’s presentation?\” he asked her.
\”Oh, Dada will get what\’s coming to him. I can assure you,\” she said smiling.
\”Darling, we\’ve talked about this before. You need to let it go. Trust me. It\’s not worth it.\”
\”Whose side are you on? What he did was wrong and he needs to be punished for it,\” she said, her hands on her hips.
Her husband sighed. \”Ok. So what do you want to do?\”
\”I found out something about him today.\”
\”Which is…?\”
\”He\’s having an affair with one of the junior workers.\”
\”Yes, I\’m certain of it.\”
\”Oiza, are you sure you really want to get involved in this? You may end up hurting yourself even more than you realize.\”
\”He\’s doing something wrong. The board needs to know about his indiscretion.\”
Her husband said nothing but kept eating his dinner. She felt a little guilty without knowing why, but shrugged it away.
When she saw Dada at work the next day, she smiled sweetly and greeted him. He gave her a curt nod and walked away. She smiled ruefully to herself. He wouldn\’t even know what hit him.

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