The Return of MITG
"So you think that the Woman Next Door (WND) can hear everything in your office?" Motorcycle IT Guy (MITG) sat next to me at the bar, with a beer in hand.
"It makes sense, I suppose. Someone has to have been telling the Head of HR (HoHR) what's been going on. Most of it has been small things, but she knows more than she should." I reached for my scotch and took a good sip.
"So tell me this, did you get into Sword?" I nodded. "Good, good. I figured you would have pretty quickly. If you have that, I've got nothing left to really tell you man."
"WND, is she somehow connected to HoHR?" MITG looked at me quite puzzled.
"Is that a serious question? You've worked there for six years, and you've never heard that she's the HoHR's cousin? They practically grew up together. Shit, if she hears it you bet your ass that HoHR knows about it."
"What's worse, is that I've found out that HoHR's mystery software was really from a company she owns like forty percent of. Apparently, they were going to go under and needed to have a real-world company license the software. She thought that $Company would be perfect, since she has some pull. Well, needless to say they went under. She probably lost nearly a half million dollars in that deal alone." I nearly choked on my scotch.
"What?! She's been trying to get me fired every chance she could get!"
"Sounds about right. What are you going to do about it, grasshopper?"
"I'm glad you asked, I have a plan but I'm going to need your help."