The Building Manager Pt. 04

"You just slip out the back, Jack.

Make a new plan, Stan.

You don't need to be coy, Roy.

Just get yourself free." - Paul Simon

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When I woke up, I heard a peal of thunder that shook the house and the driving rain slapped hard against my bedroom window. I thought about how fitting this was, considering the task at hand in the city today.

Rain in history has been a blessing for crops, gardens and flower beds. It has also been a curse, with flooding, monsoons or depending on your beliefs, judgment as well.

This day will prove to be a blessing for someone and judgement for someone else.

My morning classes were a real mixed bag, two English classes and a Shop class, all grade 9. A challenging morning for a challenging day.

Bring it on!

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On Monday morning, I had an important call to make and then had a chat with my Principal about the stresses and challenges I've been up against, lately.

I asked for Wednesday afternoon off. I lied and said that I had booked an appointment to talk with a psychologist. He pressed me for details but I just said it was about my recent separation from Casey.

APPROVED!

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The rain had let up by the time I got home for lunch. I made myself a roast beef sandwich with lettuce, cheese and mustard and sat on my front porch swing, enjoying the fresh smell the rain left behind. My favorite smells were fresh cut grass and rain. Oh, and Rosalee's perfume.

A group of students walked by as I finished the first half of my sandwich. I wasn't paying attention to who they were. Then, one of them veered off from the crowd and came toward me. It was Rosalee. I didn't recognize her at first. She could certainly wear a pair of blue jeans.

She smiled brightly and whispered hello and sat down on the swing beside me. She eyed up my sandwich and told me it looked good. I offered it to her and she took it from the plate and had a big bite.

She grinned and half heartedly offered me some of my own sandwich. I laughed out loud. She was obviously very hungry.

She finished her/my sandwich and asked me why I was home for lunch and not at school. I told her that I had things to do in the city today and I wouldn't be back until late.

She looked to the street on both sides to see if anyone was around, then slid her slender hand over and hooked her baby finger into mine. She asked if I wanted her to come with me, but I assured her that it was all business and would be pretty boring for her.

We could hear the afternoon bell at the school, and I urged her to go and promised that I would text her later. She pushed out her bottom lip and pouted. A bird could have landed on it.

I could tell that she wanted to kiss me. I walked her over to the back door, pretending to show her some plants. She kissed me then went on her way.

She looked so fine in those jeans. I would have taken her with me but there was serious dealings to be done. Not only that, but there was a risk of getting fired or shot by her dad. Both were possibilities if we were caught.

After Rosalee left, I went inside and called the business office of my wife's apartment building. I hit 'Record' on my phone. The Building Manager himself graciously answered.

I gave him my fake name and confirmed my appointment and he gruffly said that he doesn't show suites on Wednesday nights and that his bitch wife should have known better. I feigned apologies and then he abruptly hung up on me.

The bigger the dick on the man, the bigger the dick in the man.

My second call was to the Ray Meed Property Group. They actually owned the building where my lying, cheating piece of shit wife lived.

I talked with Brian Meed, the President of the company for half an hour and then I sent him an email with three separate attachments to confirm our previous discussion. Within minutes, I received my Read receipt for the email and a confirmation letter in my inbox for today's conversation.

My third call was to the Human Resources Department of the School Board, confirming my date of retirement.

My fourth call was to the lawyer that my colleague Mary-Lou recommended to me. I asked him if everything was ready and in order. He assured me that it was and all I needed to do was to bring identification, sign some papers and his office would take care of those two items for me. I also asked if I could use the resources of his office for a couple of documents. He assured me that it would be fine. After all, I am paying for all of this.

You've got to love it when a plan comes together.

***Freedom isn't free***

I grabbed my cell phone and keys, my Red Sox baseball cap, shut the lights off and headed to the car.

I received a text from Rosalee moments later. She wished me a good day and sent a little kiss emoji. I winced a little but, In for a penny, in for a pound, or a pounding. That is yet to be seen.

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Once I arrived in the city, I went straight over to the lawyers office, showed my I. D., signed my name a lot, took my copies, shook the man's hand and thanked him for his help. I really wanted to give him a bear hug, but we barely knew each other.

I asked his receptionist if she could print an email document confirmation letter for me. She said she was expecting it and did it happily, and handed me the document. I read it and asked to borrow a pen. I signed and dated the page and asked if she could please scan it for me and email it back, then place it in my file. Again, she was happy to do it. I thanked her, shook her hand, smiled and wished her a great day.

***A little more free***

My second stop was the School Board Office and Human Resources where I again signed papers, filled out others for my pension benefits and shook someone's hand.

***Don't Tread On Me. Freedom is worth fighting for***

It was 3:15. I had just under three hours left before I met Kate, the wife of the despicable, lying, cheating pile of pig shit that fucked my wife, Casey.

I drove over to the bank and reported my credit cards as stolen. The bank manager was very helpful in putting me in contact with the credit card company. They made arrangements for new cards, and cancelled the old ones. I shook the bank manager's hand and thanked her for her help. She said she was happy to do it.

After all, my lovely wife and I have been very good customers for 20 years.

I then went to the teller and asked for a certified check. The teller asked me who to make it out to and how much to make the check out for. I slid over all of the pertinent documentation.

The teller called the bank manager over for approval and it was a done deal.

Once it was processed and in my hands, I transferred half of mine and Casey's total life savings, cash, bonds, investments, everything into separate accounts, got a new debit card and just for spite, kept the bank's pen and put it in my pocket.

***Give me liberty or give me death***

My last stop was Peterson Motors, where I handed over the certified check for just over $69,000. I shook the salesman's hand, and drove off the lot in my brand new, fully loaded, Tan colored Nissan Titan pick up truck. It literally matched the color of Rosalee's yoga pants. I even paid extra to have my car driven back to my home and parked in the driveway.

***Liberty and Independence, forever. - Davy Crocket***

My plan at the beginning was to seduce the Building Manager's wife. I wanted to humiliate him as he had done to me. I wanted him to catch me fucking his naked, cum covered wife. I wanted him to hurt as badly as I did. Dammit, all I wanted was my pound of flesh... maybe a little bit more.

However, the more I thought about that, the more I thought about Rosalee. The thought of hurting her was becoming unbearable to me. I was about to find out what, if anything Kate had to do with this whole mess. Does she deserve the pain and humiliation or did she not know what her husband was at all? I was about to find out.

At 5:30, I pulled up in front of the apartment building and waited. I programmed my phone to my new ride, which, in honour of Rosalee, I nicknamed LuLu. Then I sent a text to Rosalee.

"I hope you had a good day, honey. I've been thinking about you all afternoon. I'm sorry that I didn't bring you along. It would have been a blast. I'll be back early, if you want to do something. Meet me in front of my house and I'll pick you up at 8:00" I sent one of those heart emoji thingies.

It was 5:55. I walked up the sidewalk and buzzed the Building Manager's office from the panel by the door. I told the voice who I was and she instructed me where to go and buzzed me in.

I was the first to arrive at the suite she sent me to. I heard the elevator door open and Kate rounded the corner.

She was more professional looking today than when we met the last time. She was dressed in a green pant suit that fit her to a T. Her make up was also done and her bra fit perfectly. She had transformed from a 5 to a 7. She looked at me and said that I looked very familiar.

She unlocked the door and showed me the suite, explained the building amenities and asked if I was interested.

I told her that I liked the building very much and that I thought I could be quite happy living here.

She looked at me in an odd way and then realized who I was. Her mouth dropped open, and at that moment, she realized exactly why I was there. Her husband and my wife.

Her face softened and she began to weep. She told me about my wife and her husband and about all of the others he had slept with.

She said that she felt like she was stuck with this monster and she had wanted to leave him long ago.

Kate leaned into me, crying. I held her in my arms, consoling her. She smelled good.

She continued to tell me about his exploits and how angry he became when she confronted him about his illicit affairs.

I asked her if she had somewhere to go. She said she could go and live with her daughter, who had often urged her mother to leave.

It turns out that the Building Manager was her second husband. She married too quickly after her first husband died in a freak accident at work.

She just plain didn't want to raise kids on her own.

Kate apologized that she hadn't told me about him and Casey after she found out last Wednesday, and that they've been fucking each other every night since.

WTF?

I proceeded to tell her my story, including my plan for tonight about seducing her. She seemed taken aback, yet flattered.

As it turned out, she was standing around the other corner from where I was last Wednesday night. She didn't see me because she had taken the stairs on the other side of the elevator.

She also watched him come out of my wife's suite, where they kissed goodbye just inside the doorway (I didn't see that) and he got into the elevator. She hurried down the stairs back to their suite before he came in.

They had a blowout fight and he told her that it was none of her damned business who he fucked and who he didn't fuck.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and made a quick call. I told the other party what suite The Building Manager was in and was asked if Kate was in any way involved in this. I told the man that I did not believe so. I was then instructed to stay with Kate in the show suite.

Within 10 minutes, a man came to the door and knocked. I let him in. Two large men were with him and they stayed in the hallway as he closed the door.

He introduced himself as Brian Meed, President of the Ray Meed Property Group.

Brian asked Kate if she would mind stepping into the hallway for a moment so he could speak with me in private.

After answering Brian's questions, he asked me to step into the hallway, so he could talk to Kate.

Moments later, Brian let me back in the suite and spoke to both of us.

As it turned out, Brian fired Jeff, The Building Manager on the spot and told Casey that she was in breach of the Code of Ethics clause in her lease agreement. She was handed an eviction notice and ordered to vacate the premises within fourteen days.

When Brian left her, he said that Casey was crying.

Brian asked Kate if she could stay on until the new Building Manager could take over. She accepted.

The look of relief on Kate's face was incredible. Brian had asked her if she had somewhere to go and offered to pay all of her moving expenses. Brian was a good man, trying to run an ethical business.

He explained to me that they had suspected Jeff, the now former Building Manager of defrauding the company for quite some time.

There were many unnecessary tool purchases and not enough tools, higher expense claims and outrageous repair bills, but they couldn't prove it beyond a shadow of doubt, but thanks to me, they had something on him now.

Brian Meed shook my hand and thanked me for reaching out to him and said he would talk to me soon.

I looked at my watch. It was almost 7 o'clock!

I thanked Kate and apologized for my subterfuge. She thanked me with a hug and peck on the cheek and then asked me a question. Under different circumstances, would I have followed through with my plan to have sex with her? I looked her up and down, spinning her around. My answer: absolutely.

I pulled out my phone and sent her the video of my wife and her husband, explaining that she shouldn't watch it, but it may come in handy in her divorce proceedings.

I also recommended a good lawyer.

I dashed down the stairs just in time to see the Sheriff's deputy walking up the front walkway. He was carrying a large envelope in his hand. I let him in and asked him where he was headed. He told me the suite number, and I said that was my floor as well. So I took him up in the elevator. I asked him why he was working so late. He just told me that it was a favor for a lawyer friend of his. Thank you, Mary-Lou.

The elevator stopped and the door opened. He shook my hand and thanked me and we both got out of the elevator, but I went the other way around the corner, then I stopped. I heard the Deputy knock.

I peaked around the corner and saw Casey, in her robe (I wonder what she had been up to) open the door. Her eyes were dark from sobbing as her mascara had run.

She looked up and was surprised to see a Sheriff's Deputy standing there.

He asked her if she was Casey...

She said that she was and in his best voice, and I'll never forget it as long as I live, told her she had been served.

The look on her face was PRICELESS!

I went down the stairs and paused until the Deputy had driven off before I headed out to my new truck and waited.

As I contemplated my day so far, I recounted how many times I had shaken someone's hand.

Within moments, my wife Casey must have somehow magically remembered that she hadn't spoken to me in days.

My phone lit up like a Christmas tree. I laughed and laughed when I saw the caller's name, CHEATING BITCH on the screen. I had changed it, relishing this very moment.

I just let it ring and ring and ring.

After ten attempts, she must have received my message. She stopped calling.

I started my truck and LuLu and I drove away.

***Free at last***

Once I hit the highway, I instructed my truck to call Diane Smith on my phone. It rang twice and the sweetest voice I've ever heard, answered.

I asked her if she was ready. I told her that I would only be another ten minutes before I picked her up.

She sounded so excited and so was I.

Rosalee was waiting on the front porch swing as I pulled up. The prettiest thing I had ever seen.

She looked confused, seeing me in a truck but my car was in the driveway.

She hopped in, I gave her a big kiss and told her that I would explain everything in a few minutes.

We drove off in the dark to a small campground. We sat at a picnic table under the moonlight. It was chilly.

I gave her my sweater while I explained everything, even Mary-Lou Wilder.

Rosalee was not angry. She knew that I was mentally screwed up from everything that had happened to me.

She was happily surprised that I confided in her completely and was shocked at some of the things I had to say.

We got up and went for a long walk in the campground, holding hands, crying, giggling, kissing.

When we came back to the picnic table, she sat on my lap as I held on to her and we talked and talked.

Then, calmly and sincerely, she asked me for my cell phone. I gave it to her. She asked me where the video was. I pulled it up on the screen.

I thought she going to watch it for herself, but sweet Rosalee deleted it and said that I had been through enough torture already. It was time to heal and be free.

***Free***

It was at that exact moment, that I fell head over heels in love with Rosalee.

We stood and hugged tightly. Then, my Rosalee told me that she loved me. Despite the chill in the air, my heart melted and I kissed her deeply.

I told her that I loved her too and asked her to sit down at the picnic table and let me tell her how beautiful she was.

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Epilogue

It was a nice, warm, summer day. It was the 1st of July. The start of a new day, a new month, a new job and the start of a new life.

Rosalee was standing barefoot on the front lawn, 3 months pregnant, weeding a raised flower garden.

She was the most beautiful girl that the new Building Manager had ever seen...