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My Ex-Wife Became My Boss… So I Walked Out Forever | True Story
The day I saw her name on that memo — my ex-wife, the woman who shattered my life — I knew everything was about to change. She cheated, lied, and climbed her way up the corporate ladder. And now? She was my new boss.
But this time, I wasn’t going to stay silent. This time, I walked away — for good.
This is the true story of how I left behind the chaos, reclaimed my peace, and found unexpected healing in a small town… far from the glass towers and boardroom games.
💥 A story of betrayal, revenge, redemption — and quiet triumph.
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The memo stared up at me from my desk, a
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cold clinical document that felt like a
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punch to the gut. The name at the top of
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the new corporate mast head was a ghost
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from my past. A name I had spent years
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trying to bury. Amy, my ex-wife, my
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faithful, cheating ex-wife.
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How could I have ever thought I was
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finally free?
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The irony was as bitter as stale coffee.
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The woman who had once driven me to the
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brink of a heart attack with her
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relentless ambition and infidelity was
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now my new boss. I remembered the
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doctor's warning, his grim face as he
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told me to slow down, to find a work
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life balance before my heart gave out.
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But I had a mansion to pay for, a pool
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to maintain, and a country club
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membership Amy never used.
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I had thought it was my duty to provide,
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to give her the life she deserved. But
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now I saw it for what it was, a fool's
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errand. My whole life had been a series
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of compromises to appease a woman who
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was now unbelievably in charge of it
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again. The realization snapped me out of
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my apathetic stuper. The cold rage that
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had simmered for years now boiled over.
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I couldn't work under her. Not after
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everything. Not after the affairs, the
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lies, the sheer audacity of her
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ambition. I stood up, walked to my
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office, and packed my personal items.
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The framed photo of Amy and me on our
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wedding day went into the box face down.
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I picked up the resignation letter, a
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document I had drafted and reddrafted a
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dozen times over the years. It was now a
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declaration of freedom. I walked out to
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Megan's desk, the resignation letter, my
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phone, car keys, and company credit card
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in hand.
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It's been a pleasure working with you,
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Megan," I said, my voice steady despite
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the storm raging inside me. "I wish you
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the best. You're a valuable employee,
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and I appreciate all your help." Megan,
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my loyal and sharp-witted secretary,
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took the letter with a trembling hand.
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"So, you're really leaving, Sam. This
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isn't just a threat?" "Yes, Megan," I
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said, a sad smile on my face. "You know,
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I can't work for someone I don't
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respect. Not after everything. I met her
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eyes, a silent understanding passing
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between us. She's lost any chance of my
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respect. "I'll miss you, Sam," she said,
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her voice choked with emotion.
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"She's going to be furious. She's
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beenounding me about your workload for
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days. I didn't tell her anything, but I
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felt like I was betraying you. I'm
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sorry. I should have spoken up sooner."
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I reached across the desk and gently
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took her hand, a gesture of reassurance.
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Don't worry, you have to protect your
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job. There's nothing you could have said
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to change things. I knew it was over
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when the murder memo came. I have no
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secrets here, as you know. What should I
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say when she asks where you are? Tell
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her the truth. She won't be able to
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twist it. I paused, a final piece of
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advice on my lips.
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Do what she wants as long as it doesn't
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compromise your values. And if she
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pushes you too far, use me as a threat.
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Tell her that if she doesn't treat you
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fairly, I'll go to the board myself.
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You're a damn good secretary, Megan.
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Don't let her forget it. I leaned over
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and kissed her hand. A final fond
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farewell.
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As I walked out, I saw a black limousine
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pull up to the front entrance. The
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passenger door opened and Amy stepped
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out. She was flanked by two well-dressed
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men, her dark business suit tailored to
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perfection, a picture of corporate
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power. She looked every bit the high
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status businesswoman, a facade that hid
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the reality of a woman who had used
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every tool at her disposal to climb the
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corporate ladder.
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She didn't see me, which was a blessing.
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I waited a few minutes for her to
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disappear inside the building, then
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drove out of the parking lot for the
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last time. My escape was not an act of
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impulse. The doctor's advice had been a
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slow burning fuse. I had already sold
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what I needed, put the rest in storage,
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and planned my exodus. I spent the next
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3 months traveling, a vagabond with a
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purpose, to forget the past and find
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myself. I finally settled in a small
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town with a temperate climate, friendly
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people, and excellent fishing. The
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cottage I rented was perfect. Three
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bedrooms, a workshop, and a beautiful
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lake view. It was a new beginning. The
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call and the cottage.
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3 months into my new life, I was sitting
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on my back porch, sipping a cold drink,
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and watching the sun set over the lake.
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The peace was palpable, a stark contrast
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to the frantic chaos of my old life. My
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thoughts, however, were still tethered
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to the past. How had Amy reacted? What
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was the fallout from my disappearance?
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The next morning, I picked up my phone
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and called Megan.
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Sam, it's so good to hear from you.
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Her voice was a wave of relief. I was
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starting to worry you'd vanished. I
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laughed, the sound rusty with disuse.
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Not quite vanished, just a change of
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scenery. The view from my deck is
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amazing. Wish you were here.
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Sam, you sure know how to stir things
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up, she said. A hint of genuine
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amusement in her voice. Amy has been a
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tornado, laying people off left and
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right. Kevin Paxton quit last week after
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she moved him to a windowless basement
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office. He just couldn't stand it and
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resigned. "That's a shame," I said, the
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news sobering. Kevin was one of the
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best. "What is Amy thinking? She's going
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to ruin everything." Megan chuckled. She
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tried to fire me, said I let you go
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without talking to her first. I told her
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she could try, but I'd take her and the
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company to court. I reminded her of what
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you said, and she backed off, realizing
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her actions could backfire.
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"So now you're the secretary to the
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demanding executive VP of operations," I
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asked, a grin on my face. "I guess it's
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about keeping your enemies closer," she
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said, a triumph in her voice. I told her
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I wanted a substantial pay raise with
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the promotion. She wasn't happy, but she
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just grinned and gave it to me. I got
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what I wanted.
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Megan updated me on the latest office
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gossip, a stream of corporate intrigue
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and drama. I was glad my departure had
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caused such a disruption to Amy's plans.
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I had changed my life for my own good,
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but her presence had pushed me to stop
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procrastinating.
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This was just a bonus, a consequence I
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hadn't intended, but was secretly
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pleased by.
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The next morning, I needed sugar for my
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coffee. I walked to the local store,
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which boarded my property. Inside, a
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young woman in her early 20s, looking
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stressed and exhausted, was behind the
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counter.
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A baby whimpered in a carrier on the
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floor, and a couple of cars pulled up to
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the gas pumps. "Where is Jillian when I
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need her?" she sighed. Can I help? I
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offered a genuine desire to lend a hand.
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I'm Sam. I live nearby. Looks like the
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baby needs some attention, and I just
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need some sugar. Why don't I take care
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of the customers while you tend to her?
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She smiled, a flicker of hope in her
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tired eyes. I'm Vivian. I'd be very
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grateful for your help, Sam. I took care
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of the customers, a small act of
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kindness that filled a void I hadn't
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known existed. I washed their
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windshields, chatted with them, and
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collected their payments. I even helped
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a businessman, a ghost of my former
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self, pick out a good fishing rod. The
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store was a welcome distraction, and
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Vivien, a beautiful, grieving widow, was
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a source of comfort. Her husband, Greg,
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had been killed in a training accident
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before he could ever meet his daughter,
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Bessie.
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Over the next few weeks, I found myself
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helping out at the store more and more.
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It restored my sense of selfworth, a
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feeling Amy's infidelity had stolen from
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me. One evening, my phone rang. It was
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Megan. "Hi, Sam. Lucky you're not a
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secretary. You wouldn't last a day with
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your phone manners," she purred. "Hi,
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Megan. You caught me off guard. It's
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almost 7 p.m. Is something urgent?" Her
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tone changed. "I waited until I got home
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to call because I think my work phone is
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tapped." "Sam, you need to be careful.
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She hired a private investigator to
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follow you. I had to set it up, but I
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wanted to warn you so you can lay low. I
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sighed, a wave of familiar annoyance
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washing over me. Is she trying to
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intimidate me to pass away? I don't
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know, Sam. She's stressed, working long
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hours. She looks older and has gained
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weight. She's frantic to find you and
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blames me for letting you leave.
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Good grief, I muttered. Ignoring her is
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useless. Here's an idea. in a week. Give
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her a fake report saying the
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investigator couldn't find me, but
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confirm my phone is active. Tell her you
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convinced me to talk to her. Megan was
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hesitant. Are you sure, Sam? I don't
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feel good about this. Don't worry about
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me, Megan. Look after yourself first. I
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appreciate your help, but don't put
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yourself at risk. A week later, the call
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came from Amy's number. I answered. Yes,
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Amy. What do you want? What's that cow
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my secretary been up to? she demanded,
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caught off guard by my abrupt greeting.
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I hung up. The phone rang again. I hung
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up again. On the third call, it was
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Megan. "Are you going to talk to her or
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not?" she asked, her voice full of
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suppressed laughter. "Tell her to be
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polite next time," I said with a grin.
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"And she might get more than two words
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out of me. I'm sick of her attitude."
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5 minutes later, the phone rang again.
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Sam," she said, her voice softer this
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time. "Yes, Amy. What do you want? Can I
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talk to you for a minute? I'm
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listening." Megan was crying on your
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shoulder. What did she say? "Megan is
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very capable," I replied, my voice a
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wall of ice. "It doesn't matter what she
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told me. Your so-called secretary is the
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only reason you're talking to me now.
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You should be grateful to her. Now, what
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do you want?" I heard her suppress a
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sob. I'm sorry, Sam. I'm just a little
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cranky lately. I know Megan is doing a
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good job and I appreciate it. Get to the
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point, Amy. What do you want? I really
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need your advice, Sam. I thought we
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would work together as a team, but you
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quit and disappeared before I could
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explain. I snickered, a sound without
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humor. I saw the writing on the wall,
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Amy. When your company bought mine, I
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didn't see the point in staying to be
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humiliated again. So, have a happy life.
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Goodbye.
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No, please, Sam. I need to talk to you
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in person. Just give me 30 minutes to
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pitch my idea. I'm begging you. I don't
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know who else to turn to. I gritted my
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teeth. A long pause stretching between
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us. Finally, I caved.
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Okay, Amy, but I'm not chasing you. You
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come to my office. I'll arrange it with
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Megan, and she'll let you know when and
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where. I hung up before she could
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respond. The phone's silence. A
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temporary victory.
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