Post 263: Anderson's Warning

I haven’t…I haven’t felt like this in ages, I remember thinking, as I took the chance to reflect during a quick break in the hall between patients. For the moment I was alone, girls were all in rooms tending to business, and I was thumbing through - for maybe the twentieth time haha - the pics that Melissa had sent me from our date. That particularly racy one always made me pause - haha swipe through, brother! No 9-inch boners when you go in to see Mr. Kowalczyk!

Anyway, yeah, I felt great. Despite my health issues (I really should find someone to…y’know...check me out), despite my diminished authority here at work (I kinda sorta felt like I worked for Sheryl and Olivia now), and despite my collapsed marriage (all my fault!) I was working with an energy I hadn’t had in years. Maybe, in fact, my recent uptick in attitude was actually because of my divorce: I feel free!  Or because of the change in management here: less hassle, right? Or even because of the fact that I was now a short, short man with - haha go away, buddy! - near-constant erections: remember Friday night? Standing next to her, below her? The view, the feeling I get being dwarfed by her…oh man. And my boners are like a tribute…

Check out that shot…

Melissa. This was all due to Melissa. Hired as my new, absolutely-under-qualified Office Manager just over two months ago more on account of her cup size than her resume, Melissa had gone from my secret object of fixation to…to…

Remember those kisses, just before lunch today? We’d found ourselves alone for a quick moment in the breakroom, and she’d pinned me to the soda machine with her mouth and a stream of giggles after I complimented her pink sweater. Or the way her hair found the last light of the day coming through her office windows as I sat with her yesterday? Her smile, when she brought me my warm milk this morning (laugh all you want I think it’s adorable), or when she showed me the new picture of her cat? Good god - Melissa was beautiful! And sweet! And -  in her own way -  funny, quirky. Despite always being the hot girl in the room she was generally humble. She didn’t talk too much about her past, her family or upbringing - in fact she always casually steered away from them in conversations - but she had some fun stories to tell, was ebullient and kind.

Wow, she’s so cute in that one…

And, for some reason, she seemed to like me! Somehow, despite all I’d mentioned - the mess of my divorce, my recent loss of authority and financial stability, and the fact that I was more than ten years older and a foot shorter than her, an absolute twerp  - Melissa seemed honestly, truly excited to spend time with me, get to know me. And seeing her, talking to her here at the office - even just in quick, casual moments - had become the brightest parts of my day. The looks she gave me, the music in her laugh at my corny jokes, made me think she felt the same way. I daresay we were falling head-over-heels for each other. Yes, we’d had just one date but this had been brewing under the surface for some time, unspoken. For months I’d had the hots for her and she, apparently, for me.

Melissa was, for sure, so different from Sheryl, the woman with whom I’d had the longest, deepest relationship of my life. Sheryl had been my equal or better on so many levels intellectually. A fascinating, captivating, driven and committed person, Sheryl challenged me. Melissa, on the other hand, was softer. Not the most intelligent girl, she wasn’t book-smart, well-read, or even able to spell. She was not well-versed in history, politics, science. Basic accounting obviously flummoxed her. She didn’t hold strong opinions in the way I would normally find attractive in someone. But she had another kind of intelligence, an emotional intelligence. Well, yes…she was good with people, but it was maybe more of a sensual intelligence that shone out of her. She knew her body, her appearance, her sexuality, how to use it with others. And oh my god the sex of her! A force of nature! She was like a big bulging bag of estrogen, a walking hormone. Well, maybe not a walking hormone. More like a strutting, bouncing, jiggling, six-foot-plus tall pulsing and throbbing hormone.

Fuck me it’s like I can smell her in the air around me, I marveled to myself as I signed a prescription for Mr. Kowalczyk, I must be falling for her…

<buzz buzz!>

Hm. An alert, an email. That guy again.

Another one from “ANDRSN”. Well, at least from the subject line I think it’s that guy, the guy that’s been sending me these random weird links and articles. It’s from a different address every time but it’s always the same poorly grammatized, all-caps-like-he’s-always-yelling shit.

I huffed, annoyed that I’d been interrupted from my reverie by this crap. I should have just junked it, I know…who had time for this paranoid, conspiracy theory bullshit? But, something inside me, some weird little voice of caution always nagged at me to open these things, take a look. What was he saying this time?

WARNING!! FORIEGN CONSPIRETOR COMPANY MAKING PHYSICAL INROADS TO YOR PLACE OF BUSINES AS WE SPEAK!

CURENTLY BEING POSTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS BY YOUR OWN ENPLOYEE!!!

Okay, what? I laughed to myself. This dude Anderson (don’t know if he had a first name) was, as far as I could tell, the brother of one of the young women in the clinical trial study for Evolution Pharmaceutical’s new product. Of all the study subjects over the past week, she was one that stuck out in my mind: an overgrown, narcissistic teen with a god complex. Mary Jane, if I remember. I’d seen her last…Wednesday?…given her her sixth dose of the supplement, and her brother wasn’t too happy about it, her getting these vitamins or whatever they were. He came across as a paranoid weirdo and I didn’t have time for this especially since I should go in and see Mr… Kowalski?

His email went on, ranting about some huge overseas conglomerate with geopolitical aspirations posing as a lingerie manufacturer or something. Yikes haha right?

He then went on, I read, shaking my head, incredulous, informing me that SHE MAY BE AWARE OF MY SURVAILLANCE and that he COULDNT RISK EXPOSING THE RESITANCE and had fled his house, GONE UNDERGROUND, adding AND I SUGEST YOU DO THE SAME!!

WOOF THIS GUY WAS CRA- haha, sorry. This guy, whoever he was, was crazy. But something struck me in his message, that little nagging voice again that distracted me from starry-eyed thoughts of Melissa, when he told me to go investigate what was happening in the office: RIGHT NOW.

Haha fine, after I go in and examine Mr….how do you say his name?

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