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Our Chevrolet Camaro & The Jealous Colleague
I was at home when Sandra came back from work one evening, and unlike her normal rush for her welcome kiss, she ran straight into my arms and sobbed her heart out. My shirt was wet with her tears, and it was all I could do to hold her tight, or she would have collapsed. She’d had some problems at the office, a jealous colleague had been putting rumors out about her behind her back. These were not pleasant, and she was concerned that even I might believe them.
Sometimes, when you are successful and happy in your career there is always someone who thinks that to win for themselves they have to tread on or rubbish whoever they see as competition. Sandra had been a successful agent and manager, not only for me and my novels, and was in demand, whereas one particular colleague saw fit to crawl to the senior partners with complaints of her methods. The old green-eyed monster often brought out the worst in people and they would act in the most cowardly manner, usually hiding behind anonymous notes, phone messages, or social media.
My worldliness understood these things, but you have to fight back against cowardly bullies like that and that was how we came up with our plan. That was why we were now in surveillance together in the car park at the mall. In the early days of this bullying, whoever was doing this had sent me a few anonymous text…
