A Well-Laid Trap: The Story Of A Professional Hotwife - Plot & Excerpts
Shit, shit, shit, whores and fucking pimps, I swear to fucking God...” Doug was in an unusual mood, one of ranting. The accusations of corruption were now in full-blown investigative mode, and a special committee was now digging through our cases and interviewing everyone in the office, from the janitor all the way to Catherine Gates about every DUI since the dawn of time. I wasn't worried about it; I was clean. But I knew some things, and I was busy trying to figure out how I could keep my mouth shut about them and save my ethical soul, and perhaps also maneuver my way into Catherine's job. I was actually pleased to see the black suits marching around our office, carrying boxes. If Catherine was out, someone would have to take her place, and that person, hopefully, would be me. Doug had been asked to leave his own office, so he was sitting at my assistant's desk, groaning about everything under the sun. I put my feet up on the desk and put my hands behind my head.
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