Rogue Secret

By Loony123tunes

I was sitting at my office desk, pondering my life in a daze, when my secretary came in with a hot cup of coffee and two biscuits, my mid-morning cuppa. Margret was her name; most of my staff called her "Mrs Efficiency" behind her back. She was to retire in two months. I was sorry that I was going to lose her. She knew exactly how things should be run and carried out all sorts of things before I even asked her to do it for me.

"Mr Stevens, is there anything I can do because you don't seem the same?" Margret said to me.

That brought me back into the real world I replied. "No, thank you, but I will need you to carry out a few things that are not business-related."

I had been thinking about where my marriage was going for days on end. Yes, she was a lying, cheating wife, and that is the best way to describe her.

My name is Allan James Stevens, the sole owner of my business. I am a multi-millionaire. Let me explain to you. My great-great-grandfather started the company in the eighteen hundreds with a single shop, which grew and grew. I own hundreds of retail shops, 6 hotels, 10 tower block buildings, four engineering and distribution works, as well as two shipyards and am the proud owner of two sea-going cruise ships. My grandfathers were businessmen through and through. My Father and mother died in a car accident when I was 24. The business came to me even though I was learning it from the bottom up. My grandparents and, of course, my father had even written it down that the businesses would be passed on only to my heir, and no one else.

I have been married to Amy for the last 5 years, all great years, I have to say. My wife is exactly what you could think of, a stunner in the way she walks, talks and dresses, but not that bright, which must be the reason why I love her. That was until a member of my staff told me something about my loving wife, in brief. She was meeting a man in one of my hotels for weeks on end.

Before Margaret had left my large office, I said to her, "Will you ask Fred Taylor to come to my office right away?"

Margret was going to ask why and thought it was something that was troubling me, but she had no idea at the time what it was. Everybody in the company was aware that if you were summoned to my office, there must be something wrong.

Ten minutes later, Margaret was telling me that Fred was waiting to be asked into my office. I was just finishing a call. Fred walked in, nervous; he must have been thinking, What the hell is wrong?

"Margaret, would you please get me a second cup of coffee and one for Fred?"

I was writing down a few notes after the call when Margret brought in the two coffees.

Margret closed the door to the way out like she always did.

"Fred its ok. This is just between us. I want to ask your friend to come and see me about what you told me three days ago. I need to know what your friend saw."

"Sir, please don't shoot the messenger. I thought you should know before all and sundry found out, talking behind your back." Fred said nervously.

"Fred, just ask your friend to come and talk to me, that's all I am asking you to do. I will pay him or her for their time."

"Sir, it's a lady, a friend of my wife's. When would you like to talk to her?"

"The sooner the better, I will take her out for dinner if she wishes, with her husband there, can you arrange it?"

"Sir, may I use your phone?"

Fred spoke with the husband, and we were having dinner that evening. The lady's name was Diana; she had gone to college with Amy. Telling me things about my wife and all the affairs she had before I met her. She was a slut in her eyes. At the end of our conversation, I knew exactly what I was about to do. When Fred told me about my wife. I hired a private detective. His name is Alec C Snowden, with round-the-clock surveillance, instructing him, I want to know every move that she is making.

Amy was on her monthly and was waiting for her next session with her present lover. It was a good time to act. I picked up your phone while Margaret was in the office.

"George, is Allan? Is the ship ready to sail, and has the penthouse suite been booked yet? And is there a deluxe cabin free?"

"Yes, we are loading everything as we speak and are fully staffed. Just a moment, let me check."

In the background, I could hear people talking.

"Sir, the penthouse suite has not been booked with one deluxe cabin left," George informed me.

"George, I am coming with you. Book it in my name, also in my wife's name as a separate booking? The deluxe cabin is for Mr and Mrs Alec C Snowden, and there will be no charge to him. He will be asking you to do some strange things. Please make sure it's all done before we sail. I will explain everything when we are on board. I will be eating at the Captain's table. Please treat me as one of the paying guests.

"Yes, sir, but I don't really understand."

"I will explain everything when we are on board."

Margaret was listening to everything I had said.

"Mr Stevens, is there something I should know?" Margaret said with concern in her voice.

"Margaret, go and get two coffees and sit down."

I told Margaret everything I knew up to that time. She sat there bewildered at what I told her and what I was about to do. I asked her to call a meeting with all the heads of department and their deputies. I informed them I was going on a long-deserved holiday and I was leaving them to run the company, and if you need me, go through Margaret. I had complete confidence in Margaret while I was away. I also told them that if they made a good business deal while I was away, they would get a bonus on my return.

Mrs Alec C Snowden was surprised she was going on a cruise with all expenses paid. I had a meeting with Alec, and he had told me his wife did not want to go because she did not have the right types of clothes for a cruise. I said to Alec, "Charge it to my account, whatever she needs." He then said to me, "he needed a few extra pieces of equipment for being on board a ship." I said to him, "Put it on the bill." Then gave Alec George's number.

I called home to tell our maid to pack my clothes and my wife's clothes; we are going on a cruise. Needless to say, she would be out shopping for new underwear to please her lover next week. I told the maid that after we leave for our cruise, close up the house and take a two-month holiday, I will give you two months' money when I get home.

I went home to my so-called loving wife, Amy. I told her we were leaving right away, driving south. We stopped at the Hilton. All the time in the hotel dining room, her eyes wandered, looking for someone she wanted to go to bed with other than me. She wanted my body that night. Since she had just finished her cycle, it could be the last time we were going to be together. Time would tell.

After breakfast, I was thinking about the night before; she might be thinking of becoming a loving wife, you never know. Until you find out one way or the other. I had made arrangements for my car to be picked up through Margaret. Taking a taxi to the ship. As we boarded, like other passengers, but George, the captain, had pointed me out to the Head Purser, who escorted us to our suite.

Amy was over the moon with the penthouse suite, saying," It must be costing me a small fortune." She had no idea how much I was worth; all she knew I had a good-paying job in the company I went to every day. Amy started to unpack. I said to her," I was going for a drink and a walk around the ship." I was heading to see the Head Purser. For a time slot with Mr and Mrs Alec C Snowden and George, the Captain in his cabin.

I returned to the suite Amy was on her last few things. We looked at the itinerary, and after that, she wanted to go around the ship. Of course, the shops, calling in the beauty salon to book her appointments for the cruise, as well as the trips on shore. Amy was excited to shop in the cities we were visiting. Nothing changes, does it?

The ship set sail in the afternoon. Was she becoming a loving wife or a cheating, lying wife? The Head Purser came to our door with the invitation for us to sit with the Captain. Amy was so excited, changing her dress four times before making up he mind. She dressed for the kill. I knew I was not for me.

During dinner, the Captain was always addressed as Sir, and we were addressed by our surnames after the introductions. Amy was busy looking around the room for a possible lover, but she was having no luck; none of them caught her eye. After dinner, we went dancing. Amy was still looking for a possible lover. I was laughing to myself in less than 12 hours, she wanted someone else. That night, Amy was on fire.

After Breakfast, Snack time. Amy and I had been walking around the deck when the Captain walked up to us. He invited me to a card game. Because after lunch, he knew Amy had booked one of her many beauty salon treatments. It was our meeting with George, and Mr and Mrs Alec C Snowden.

I said to Alec, "If Amy was going to cheat on me, get it in black and white with a recording."

Alec said, "I know what to do".

George asked Alec "whether he would need any assistance."

Alec replied, "Only what I asked you for on the phone, the ship's electrician, joiner and plumber."

Mrs Snowden was unsettled at the meeting. That was when I handed her a charge card.

"Mrs Snowden, Alec is working for me on this cruise, and you are going to have a good time one way or the other. Use the card for anything you fancy, and I expect you to use it daily. Don't worry about the cost while Alec is working for me." I said to her.

"But, but, but," Mr Stevens.