Straight Female / 34
We Can't Help It, We Are Wired Differently
My first contact with him was when I was assigned to a team of forensic accountants and lawyers. My expertise was developing legal support for making the case. In this case, a kickback scheme that was costing the company money. He did not name me as the lead investigator, he named a man instead. Women think differently, I need a man for this job.
I hated him immediately, enough to challenge him in the meeting. I had the experience, and the credentials, both a lawyer and a CPA. He told me women are different, their brains are wired different. A man will lead, the women support and follow. End of discussion. When you work for a big company, you do the assignment. The man in this case was a mere accountant, old, set in his ways. The devil, he said, is the devil because he's old. That's when I met him.
That night, the first night I was assigned to 'his' team, he fucked me. Was it nonconsensual? I was not in charge. He fucked me, ok. That's what's bad about it. I don't 'get fucked'. The evidence, legal evidence, depends a lot on the paper trail. Kickback schemes aren't written contracts, it hinged on a whistleblower, a woman in purchasing. His lifestyle was much higher than his salary allowed. That was my angle, find where he got the money. That and her testimony , the spurned lover, he had stopped fucking her. The man doesn't 'stop' the fucking, the woman does.
Two things, one the old man wanted to turn someone in the 'payer' company, get evidence that way. And two, he was fucking another woman. And that wasn't going to happen. He fucked 'me', he wasn't going to be fucking some 'chick' with cleavage. My wired brain turned to jealousy.
The long and short of it, he got his way, both with the investigation and with that chick and me. The 'old' in him outperformed me. He got a treasury employee of the 'payer' to prove the payments out of a sister company. The purchasing girl gave verbal testimony. The target fought but decided the way out was suicide. The old man fucked me all night. I worked to put the evidence together, to get the money back. The 'chick with cleavage'? Well she's still around, the devil's the devil because he's old. And I'm wired this way.
I hated him immediately, enough to challenge him in the meeting. I had the experience, and the credentials, both a lawyer and a CPA. He told me women are different, their brains are wired different. A man will lead, the women support and follow. End of discussion. When you work for a big company, you do the assignment. The man in this case was a mere accountant, old, set in his ways. The devil, he said, is the devil because he's old. That's when I met him.
That night, the first night I was assigned to 'his' team, he fucked me. Was it nonconsensual? I was not in charge. He fucked me, ok. That's what's bad about it. I don't 'get fucked'. The evidence, legal evidence, depends a lot on the paper trail. Kickback schemes aren't written contracts, it hinged on a whistleblower, a woman in purchasing. His lifestyle was much higher than his salary allowed. That was my angle, find where he got the money. That and her testimony , the spurned lover, he had stopped fucking her. The man doesn't 'stop' the fucking, the woman does.
Two things, one the old man wanted to turn someone in the 'payer' company, get evidence that way. And two, he was fucking another woman. And that wasn't going to happen. He fucked 'me', he wasn't going to be fucking some 'chick' with cleavage. My wired brain turned to jealousy.
The long and short of it, he got his way, both with the investigation and with that chick and me. The 'old' in him outperformed me. He got a treasury employee of the 'payer' to prove the payments out of a sister company. The purchasing girl gave verbal testimony. The target fought but decided the way out was suicide. The old man fucked me all night. I worked to put the evidence together, to get the money back. The 'chick with cleavage'? Well she's still around, the devil's the devil because he's old. And I'm wired this way.
