The story is, if anything, more incredible than the first part was.The story is, if anything, more incredible than the first part was. My work suffered all week as I stewed about what to do, but I finally decided there really wasn't much choice. I'd have to confront Cheryl again if I were ever to be sure of getting all of the incriminating evidence back. I worked late Wednesday night, and managed to check Cheryl's computer and her desk to make sure she hadn't kept any copies at work. I found nothing, and hadn't really expected to. Cheryl's power over me depended on no one else knowing what she knew, so she wouldn't take a chance on leaving anything at the office. That probably meant that everything was in her apartment, though she might have put copies in a safe deposit box or someplace like that; I'd just have to judge how sincere she seemed to be Friday evening, because there was no way I was going back for a third session! Cheryl walked by my desk this afternoon and murmured "See you at 7." I just nodded. I didn't want anyone else to get the idea there was something going on between us. I knocked on Cheryl's door a few minutes after seven. She opened the door, stepping aside as I walked in. "I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," she said. "I wouldn't have minded talking to Mr. Moore on Monday," she went on, "but it sure would have spoiled my plans for this evening." I said nothing. She looked at me for a few seconds, and then went to fix drinks. "How're the buns?", she asked in a conversational tone. "Bruises all gone?" I nodded as she handed me my drink. "Well, we'll remedy that in a few minutes," she smirked. "No more dirty tricks," I said. "This has to be the last time." "Okay," Cheryl said - too quickly, I thought. "I mean it," I insisted. "I want to see all of the hard copies, and all of the computer disks, out here right now. |