It was our first Christmas party as a newly married couple. We were attending my boss's Christmas party on a friday night. My boss (Dick) and his wife (Sofia) were professionals that worked in different parts of the same company. Sofia (an attractive, short haired blond) was on a fast-track for promotion-she was a finance guru. As best as I could tell, she was never around for her husband- always working, getting that next finance degree or on travel visiting different banks. Her husband, Dick (my boss) didn't seem to notice or mind that he was trapped in a cold marriage. In fact, while he had done well in his own career, Dick was largely happy being the supportive husband. Dick had been a player in the day, and still didn't realize that he was a smooth operator.
I was a new hire and trying to show a good attitude. My wife, Kim, wamted to be the best supporting wife. She was always good at getting to know people and establishing the personal connection. Kim was a tall, brunette, Aperhaps a tad rubinesque, but quite the look in her black, high cut Christmas dress, generous cleavage. She also wore a pair of strapped high heels that made her even taller. Her good looks and natural friendliness would prove to be a volatile combination.
Dick and SOfia had built a house for entertaining- key for Sofia's fast rise. DIck and Sofia would routinely entertain out of-town executives, hosting countless offsites in their house. Dick and Sofia lived in a large, 5000 sq foot home with a generous great hall, well-stocked bar, a guest house, and countless bedrooms upstairs. Of course, the countless bedrooms upstairs allowed people to privately escape upstairs (almost).
Paul (the husband) walked Kim into the house. There were countless coworkers, both husband and wives- everyone from secretaries to senior executives. Dick greeting Paul and Kim at the door.
Paul: Kim, this is my boss Dick. Nice house you have here- I heard that you designed this from scratch to accomodate your need to entertain. I look forward to the tour- but after traffic- i need a hard drink. Why don't you start giving Kim the tour, and I'll catch up! Can i get everyone a stiff drink?
I was a new hire and trying to show a good attitude. My wife, Kim, wamted to be the best supporting wife. She was always good at getting to know people and establishing the personal connection. Kim was a tall, brunette, Aperhaps a tad rubinesque, but quite the look in her black, high cut Christmas dress, generous cleavage. She also wore a pair of strapped high heels that made her even taller. Her good looks and natural friendliness would prove to be a volatile combination.
Dick and SOfia had built a house for entertaining- key for Sofia's fast rise. DIck and Sofia would routinely entertain out of-town executives, hosting countless offsites in their house. Dick and Sofia lived in a large, 5000 sq foot home with a generous great hall, well-stocked bar, a guest house, and countless bedrooms upstairs. Of course, the countless bedrooms upstairs allowed people to privately escape upstairs (almost).
Paul (the husband) walked Kim into the house. There were countless coworkers, both husband and wives- everyone from secretaries to senior executives. Dick greeting Paul and Kim at the door.
Paul: Kim, this is my boss Dick. Nice house you have here- I heard that you designed this from scratch to accomodate your need to entertain. I look forward to the tour- but after traffic- i need a hard drink. Why don't you start giving Kim the tour, and I'll catch up! Can i get everyone a stiff drink?