This letter may sound like I'm bragging, or something on that level, but I feel like I have to tell someone about my situation.This letter may sound like I'm bragging, or something on that level, but I feel like I have to tell someone about my situation. It's been going on for over two years now. I've never told anyone this story before, and I dought if I'll ever tell it again. First off, all names and references to names have been changed. The names I'll be using are not correct, and any dates menchioned are mostly fictious. If word of this ever leaked out, it could hurt or destroy a lot of people. I'll start by giving you some background. I'm a man of thirty-five. I'm about six feet tall, and weigh 175 pounds. I exercise every morning, and try to eat healthy. People have told me I'm a good looking guy. I work for a large marketting firm, in the area of project development and persentations. For the past eight years, I've worked with clients, collect data, perpare a persantation, then present the package. I enjoy the work, and like the travel involved. I seem to travel at least once a month to verious parts of North America. My first five years in this position, I work very closly with a man named Steve. He taught me much of the buisness, and showed me how to improve my work. All in all, we worked well together, and made a lot of money for the company. Then, about three years ago, Steve got a better offer from another firm on the west coast, and left the company. |