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The Love Of Money - Episode 58
27-07-25 (06:18)
"Fine. Where have you been?"
Any pretense of toughness evaporated, replaced
entirely by a look of confusion, "At my desk. I've been
there all morning."
"Since I last saw you, stupid!"
"I told you!" she said with a tinge of panic in her voice,
"I think the pill made me sick, so I stayed with my
friend!"
"Who did you talk to?"
"I didn't talk to-"
I stood up and rounded the desk, approaching her. I
probably looked ready to punch a hole in the drywall. I
certainly felt that way.
"Don't you dare fucking lie to me, I growled as I halted
just inside her personal space.
"..." she glanced at Helen, her eyes seeking solidarity
from the only other woman in the office space. "I spoke
to my sister! I told her what happened!"
"What did you tell her, exactly?" Helen asked as she
stood up from her seat and joined me. The pair of us
had her cornered against the door she'd just walked
through.
She glanced between the two of us, looking genuinely
scared now. It was almost shocking how helpless she
looked after giving me so much grief. Why had I
allowed her to walk over me so often over the past
year?
"I just told her I was feeling bad. My friend too."
"Mr. Upton," Helen said, "You might want to go ahead
and press charges against Miss Nanford immediately.
She's clearly saying things she shouldn't."
I glanced at Helen, unsure of what her game was.
Catching a gleam in her eye, I picked up on what she
was trying to do and Immediately played along,
"Alright, Mrs. VanCamp."
I turned and reached for the phone on my desk.
"I told then I'd been kicked out of my house, alright!?"
Bobbi was near hysterical at this point. "I blamed it on
my roommates! I also told my sister that was robbed
by an ex and asked if she could loan me some money!
She wouldn't!"
Bobbi Immediately buried her face in her hands and slid
to the floor, sobbing.
After a few moments of the two of us standing over
her huddled frame, Bobbi peered at us through her
fingers, "I didn't give any names! I didn't say anything! I
know better! Please Marcus. I didn't say anything to
anyone. Please don't call the policel I'll do anything! My
family can't find out what did! They already think I'm a
fuck-up! Please!"
I just stared at the pitiful creature crumpled in the
corner of my office. Her mascara liberally stained her
fingers and cheeks; her hair hung like a wild curtain
around her face. She looked distressed and lost... I
couldn't continue to torment this woman, could I?"
I felt Helen's hand on my shoulder and glanced at her.
She leaned close so her lips brushed my ear, "I know
what you're thinking. Marcus, but I've known too many
women like her. She's an entitled, vicious brat. If you
don't get her under control, she will be a liability."
Moments passed and Bobbi's sobbing began to calm as
I watched her try to pull herself together, wondering
what to do. I had no real reason to show Bobbi
sympathy, but seeing those liquid grey eyes peering out
from a tear-streaked face full of genuine panic... a small
part of me wanted to put a blanket around her and tell
her everything would be alright.
"Marcus," Helen said, "This is a defining moment for you.
Don't let this woman set a precedent that will be your
downfall. Especially not this one."
A good man would have simply called the cops and
prosecuted her. Or perhaps he would have forgiven her
and tried to help her get her life back on track. I wasn't
a good man. I was just a regular guy who had been
given an opportunity any other man would have killed
for. I could have everything and anything... surely no
one could blame me for continuing to take advantage
of a situation...
to find my own way of righting a wrong. 27-07-25 (06:18)
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