The gala in Chicago that I attended with Mr. Brown—my rich, older man who was also my boss—was wrapping up and it was time to leave. Getting ready to go back home made my heart sink a little. I had such a good weekend and wanted to spend more time with my older man. But I knew that my two daughters would be waiting for me to get home—the three days away had felt like a lifetime apart from my kids.
As I packed my bags for the airport, I decided to quickly plug in my laptop to check my work e-mails and to catch up on anything I missed on my social networking pages. I sifted through Facebook while waiting for my e-mails to load. There were a number of spam messages, a few meeting reminders, and then I saw it pop up on my screen—an e-mail from Mrs. Brown. I knew this couldn’t be good. Why would she be e-mailing me, her husband’s assistant, instead of connecting with him directly? I clicked on it with bated breath, waiting to see what it said.
I scrolled down to the body of the e-mail and read it slowly. Mrs. Brown wanted to talk to me about Mr. Brown. She said she believed he was up to his old tricks again and that he was possibly messing around on her. She asked that I meet her at a local bistro on Tuesday afternoon. She knew I was in Chicago with him—did she suspect me? Had she caught on about our secret affair? But as I kept reading through the e-mail, I realized that it sounded more like she wanted me to be her ally. She asked if there was anything suspicious going on in Chicago and if I happened to see him with anyone that I didn’t recognize. She ended the e-mail with her contact information so that I could get back to her if I noticed anything before our lunch.
I had no idea what to do, so I decided to just leave it alone and instead focused on getting my luggage ready before heading to the airport. I met Mr. Brown and the limo driver in the lobby of the hotel—the same lobby where less than 24 hours ago I had been looking like a Hollywood starlet. I let the memories play in my mind, but was snapped back to reality when I remembered Mrs. Brown’s e-mail.
The ride to the airport was awkward and silent for most of the way. Easter was coming up and Mr. Brown asked if my daughters and I had any plans. The company sponsored an Easter egg hunt and he wanted to use that as an opportunity to meet them again. He also told me to make sure our sponsors were secure and that the funding was already in place. I nodded, and blankly stared ahead.
He asked what was wrong and I just told him that I was tired. He smiled, probably assuming that I was referring to our sexual encounter last night, but I was really just hiding my discomfort. The flight home seemed quick, since I slept most of the way, but when we landed I told Mr. Brown I needed a few days off to recoup. He understood and said that I could have until Wednesday to recuperate, but he needed me back before the weekend to finish up cases from the Chicago trip. We smiled and parted ways.
I was still pretty curious about what to expect from my meeting with Mrs. Brown, but I knew I had a few days to spend with my daughters and prepare for what was sure to be an interesting lunch date with my lover’s wife…