My boss Peter was a good-looking man. Forty years old, tall, muscular and with honey blond hair that hadn’t yet greyed, he had gorgeous sapphire blue eyes that made you buckle at the knees. He had plenty of charm and wit to match – a real ladykiller.
Supposedly happily married, Peter had managed – at one time or another – to wheedle his way into the hearts of many office girls. However, once he finally got what he wanted, it would be the end of the affair.
We’d all had enough of his constant philandering, and over a Friday night drinks session discussed how we would have our revenge on him. With each cocktail the plan became more and more adventurous … until we’d concocted the ultimate scheme between us.
The office was searching for a new junior to add to the team – and given that I was employed as Peter’s personal assistant, it wasn’t too difficult to arrange the “selection” of potentials. I found the most unqualified candidates … and my sister.
At 18, Naomi had long, dark, curly locks, sparkling green eyes and long, attractive legs which she liked to show off under sexy miniskirts. She was the perfect choice – young, gorgeous and with a wicked sense of humour. Just the right mix.
On holidays from university, Naomi agreed to our crazy plan, on the basis that we let her use a fake name and credentials. It was all so simple. Peter interviewed all the candidates including my sister, who has the skill of being able to talk her way into anything. By the afternoon he had me calling Naomi to tell her she’d got the job.
When Naomi started, she didn’t even have to flirt with our boss. Peter gravitated straight over to her desk every hour, as the rest of us watched his every move and tried not to laugh. It was hilarious – and unnerving. I despised the sleazy comments my sister told me he’d made.
After only two days, Naomi asked if Peter wanted to meet her after work at a local motel. She gave him the room number and a time, telling him to wait for her. We could all sense his anticipation that afternoon.
Peter walked out the door at 5pm, with a smile on his face and a wink at Naomi. Quickly, we rang his wife and filled her in on his antics, telling her exactly where she could find him.
Peter didn’t turn up for work the next morning. He rang and said he was taking extended leave due to “personal stress”. I don’t feel any guilt about our plan. He brought it on himself … and it was only a matter of time before he was finally caught.
