Jessica's Change Management Ch. 28

"Wait!" I suddenly paused. "I saw you lighting the torches. Did you prepare the tent as arranged?"

"Yeah! I placed the notebook at the agreed location." Justin replied. "You see, I held up my end of the bargain, dolly!"

SILVER LINING! GLIMMER of HOPE!

"So, I could copy a file from my cellie to the notebook, right?" I asked with hope in my voice.

"Sure! If you use an usb cable!" The boobmeister told me. "No prob! I packed one in my notebook bag. It's ready for plug 'n play."

"Looks like I'm your go-to-guy now." He enthused. "Can't wait to hear you begging for another plugging next weekend. Hehehe!"

"I'ma gonna fuck the shit outta that cheap whore ass until that butt's on fire, fucking bitch!" He added with a slap to my bootylicious butt. "You so gonna plead with my bros to give you their cooling cream."

Oh woah! Not so fast my friend. Hold your horses there! We hadn't won anything yet. Au contraire! We had just suffered a major setback! Maybe, just maybe, I could absorb that complication and overcome the obstacle. Clearly, though, it remained highly doubtful! What a giant question mark! What a huge problem!

Even if I managed to evade the looming hurdle and avoid the pitfalls, there were still several steps ahead. I had to pull off every action to perfection. The road to success was still fraught with obstacles. No matter what, we didn't have any time left to discuss more details. If I wanted to stay outta Ortega's crosshairs and avoid arousing his suspicion, I had to get back to the matinée and pronto.

PANIC BUTTON!

Again, I was given the willies when I arrived back at the carnival stalls. Why the sudden panic? Cause Ortega was seeing off my former co-workers. It looked like the matinée was slowly coming to an end. Oh jeez! I had to hurry if I wanted to pull off my plan before all the guests were gone. That was why I didn't hesitate to strut over to the smug exec. For the moment, my emotional pendulum had stopped spinning. No more gushy glee! No more scandalized stir! Only, clear mind and full heart! This was way too important. This was way too crucial! After all, my whole future hinged on it.

For this reason, I was way too driven and tensed, so much so that I began delivering a lecture. I was totally making a speech with elaborate arguments. Oh sheesh! I sounded way too rational! I was acting way too reasonable! The Latino manager was getting suspicious. He was starting to see through my charade. Oh no! Oh no, no, no!

SLAP!

Out of a sudden, somebody gave my bootylicious butt a harsh spank. It was hard enough to make me stagger and stop my heated argumentation. For good reason! Turning around, I was ultra enraged about the sudden interruption, to the point that it must have looked as if steam was coming from my nose, like literally. Oh nay!

Lucky me, it was Justin! My former intern had followed me into the garden. He had stopped me from ruining our plan. Coming to my senses, I totally lost my senses, as in I cranked up my bimbo behavior. Tihi! That was why I shook my booty super seductively in response. My goal? Encouraging the boobmeister to give me several more butt slaps. After all, the slimeball's reckless treatment was exactly what I needed to set my emotional pendulum back into motion. Oh yay!

"Fuck that shit, bitch! You're making me look bad! I went to bat for you 'n that's the thanks I get?" Justin played along.

Proving that he really was a demanding douche, he emphasized his faux anger by grabbing my precious nipple. Harshly pinching my boobnop, he gave my bootylicious butt several more slaps. His rude reaction totally whipped up my emotions. Along with it, my bouncy breeziness and diva drama returned with a vengeance.

"You're not here to pester the boss, Missy!" My ex-intern added with a fierce twist of my nipple. "You're here to serve, bitch! Gettit?"

The combination of harsh handling and degrading description did the trick. It totally escalated my contrasting agitation to a level that I executed my hybrid expressions again. As a result, I started giggling sillier than ever while twirling my bottle blonde tresses ditzier than ever. Meanwhile, I put my left hand on my hip, literally like a bimbo akimbo, and stomped my right foot on the ground in outrage. There was the contradiction! There was the discrepancy!

"Sorry, so sorriiiee, Mr. Boobmeister!" I purred in response. "No offense 'n all. But I, like totes, wanna serve all the guests! Cause, you know, those noble gents haven't cum yet."

"That's why I, like totally, got a suggestion for the big bossman. So amaze!" I continued sounding stupider than ever. "I really wanna play that 'Wheel of Fortune' game thingie, so the posh peeps can have all the fun. So awesome!"

Phew! You should have seen the look on Ortega's face. If it had been suspicious before, the tension totally melted. Instead, it got replaced by the snidest smile ever. My over-the-top bimbo behavior must have been totally convincing. He only saw a dummy doll and braindead bimbo, or maybe, that was what he wanted to see and what I gave him.

Disaster averted! Boobmeister to the rescue!

Of course, Ortega didn't have any objection to my suggestion. That was why he sent me over to the 'Wheel of Fortune' booth without further ado. Standing at the carnival stall, however, nothing happened, or at least not the thing I had expected. Time went by and the remaining guests were content with playing cards or chilling in the pavilion. Obviously, the raunchy sex and exciting action were over. As it was getting late, the first power players started leaving. Damn it!

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Ortega eventually stepped into the center of the carnival to address his special guests. "I hope you enjoyed our attractions and appreciated the unique glimpse at the carnival's hidden, decadent history, indeed."

"I have to say, we are winding down now." He continued. "Let me assure you that you can finish your current drinks or activities without ruffle or excitement, of course. After all, this is no cheap mass event."

Jeezus Christ! Even when bidding farewell, Ortega couldn't help but be a pompous ass. Anyhow, that was the least of my problems. Despite a perfectly laid-out scheme, my plan had hit a roadblock. I had banked on everything but this. If I liked it or not, it was over and done. I had tried everything, but it hadn't worked. Dang it!

Over and out! All done! The end...

...not so fast!

"Oh dear! Now, I almost squandered my chance." A voice interrupted my wallowing in self-pity. "You have to excuse me, my fair lady! When you reach my age, you tend to take your time and accomplish less than expected."

What a sweet voice! What a nice gentleman! Finally, I received the attention I deserved. More so, I got the chance to execute the final steps of my plan at long last. This was my final gasp and last resort! It was my ultimate straw to clutch!

Mustering the man, he was right, 'cause he really appeared old. From the looks of it, he could be my grandpa. Even though I hadn't recognized him so far, I distantly remembered the voice, 'cause I had heard it before. It was Mr. Conti, the owner of the largest industrial enterprise in the region. That alone made him a local power player even if he was close to retirement age. That wasn't why I knew him, though. Quite the opposite! He had been my dad's boss. More so, he had visited us at home when I had been little. Mostly, he had offered me a job after high school.

Oh my god! Oh my gosh!! Oh my gawd!!!

At first, I wished the ground to open and swallow me up, like literally! I only hoped he wouldn't recognize me. I so couldn't bear another exposure. I so couldn't suffer another revelation. Not today! Not ever! On second thought, I had to suppress my shame. I wasn't in any position to let this opportunity slide, especially not with time running out.

I still had to gulp down my reluctance before I was able to speak up. Standing in fronta my dad's old boss, I totally felt like a little schoolgirl who got sent to detention. As a result, it was really difficult to explain the game and read out the different sex acts displayed on the wheel. Total shame! Total embarrassment! That wasn't important, though. Only important was that Mr. Conti spun the wheel, which he did. The space on the wheel, or more like the sex act, didn't matter either. All that mattered was that the grey-haired power player followed me into the adjacent tent, which he did.

Inside, I fetched the notebook that Justin had hidden under the lounger. Fortunately, the waiting time had allowed me to copy the intended files from my cellie to the computer. Switching it on, I started the video before handing the notebook over to my dad's old boss to let him watch the clip. The longer it lasted, the more the industrial magnate started glaring.

"If you don't believe me, sir, you can go into the mansion 'n head to the garage. An associate of mine's waiting with further evidence there." I told the power player when he had finished watching the video. "I promise, you won't have any doubts left after seeing it."

Oh yay! We were back on track. Oh nay! Mr. Conti had taken the notebook along. Ya-nay! The industrial magnate headed over to the group of old tycoons, who basically formed the local old-boys-network.

On the one hand, I had hoped to unveil the scandal person-by-person. With this low-key approach, the news would have stayed under the radar while spreading among the key players. On the other hand, this prominent exposure was certain to drop like a bombshell. No matter what, this aggressive, all-out approach put me in danger 'cause it was clear where the video was coming from. By contrast, I had planned to remain an anonymous source. The undercover, slow-and-steady strategy would have totally worked 'cause nobody expected a brainless, bubbly bimbo to be a crafty investigator, right?

With the news out, it was high time to leave the party. Stepping outta the tent, I saw Mr. Conti passing the notebook among his old pals. Gathering his troops, he was about to head into the mansion. The sudden commotion didn't stay unnoticed with Ortega, either. That was why the smug exec swiftly followed the group of power players. He was definitely busy with damage control for the moment, so much so that he didn't waste a single thought on something as trivial and unimportant as the bimbotainment, or more like someone as irrelevant and dispensable as a pinup. Duh!

Taking it as my cue, I left the 'Wheel of Fortune' stand and strolled into the house. Trying to act as inconspicuous as possible, I went searching for Justin. With all the turbulence going on, I really stayed under the radar until I found the student in the pantry. He was busy chatting with one of the frat bros over his phone. They were already planning next weekend's debauchery.

Anyhow, he was easily convinced to leave. After all, he had done his part, 'cause he had started the surveillance system for the power players. Even though my former intern took me home in my sports car, he wasn't done for the night, taking a taxi to the fraternity. For my part, I pretty much stumbled right into bed, 'cause I was more than tired after all the action at the matinée.

--- Monday ---

Despite my exhaustion, I didn't really get much sleep at all. Most of the night, I lay awake as I was way too nervous about the events I had triggered. I so couldn't tell how this scandal would play out. I so couldn't tell how this affair would turn out. The hardest part? I might have set it in motion, but the further course of action was totally outta my hands. Darn it!

When the next day started, I was ultra nervous. After all, something was bound to happen one way or the other. If I had failed, Ortega's revenge would be savage! The specifics, however, caught me unprepared as it was a call from the consulting firm. Oh wow! I hadn't expected that! Anyways, I was asked to attend a meeting to resolve some work-related stuff that had been set aside. That, however, left me in a catch-22 'cause I had sworn to never set a foot into the consultancy again. All the same, I had started the ball rolling, so I had to see it through now.

In the end, I decided to compromise. I would return to the company, but I would do it on my own terms, as in dressed my way aka the bimbo way. After all, I had worked too hard to gain my liberties. I had worked too hard to be free to dress as stylish and saucy as I liked. Of course, I knew that my ex-colleagues expected me to return all bubbly and pink, but I wouldn't oblige to those boring presumptions. Remember? The bestest thing about being a bimbo was the creative license. There was no inappropriate for a bimbo, only liberty to act out your desires and dress in whatever whenever wherever. Such freedom! Such a carte blanche!

That was why I went shopping before the meeting. In the end, I decided on a super trendy business blazer, but not some plain, dark blazer, of course! Instead, it had a beige caro-pattern on the inside with the collar and sleeves made of crème satin. Three black buttons kept the blazer together although I left the topmost button open so the top of my jugganauts bulged out of the v-neckline. Yay!

Matching the blazer was the miniskirt, which ended right above my knees. Most importantly, though, it had the same crème satin front and back whereas the sides sported the beige caro-patterns. All in all, the skirt was super tight, and the satin created a wetlook effect in the back. Yay! Yay!

Out of pure luck, I found the purr-fect shoes to go along with the outfit. It was a pair of black high-heeled platform pumps with a 5-inch heel and 1-inch platform. Even though the main color was black, the heels, soles, and toecaps had the same beige caro-patterns. Yay! Yay! Yay!

To sum it up, the checkered pattern made the outfit look all business-like whereas the satin fabric and small size emphasized all my extra expensive, extrawhordinary endowments. Totally creative! Totally bimboy! That was why I entered my old office with the biggest smile ever. Due to my collagen lips, it might have looked like total indignation, but that was the fun of those contrasting emotions and hybrid expressions, right?

When I stepped into the boss' office, there was no sight of Ortega. Instead, O'Bannon was back at his rightful place. Oh wow! I hadn't heard his voice in forever. In reality, I hadn't seen him since he had been superseded by Ortega. I hadn't even known that he was still in town. In fact, it was really good to see him again. Anyhow, another person was present, sitting on the other side of the desk. It was D-Rod! That was a surprise! Especially, as I hadn't heard from him ever since the end of the official masquerade ball.

"Miss Addams! I'm glad you agreed to this meeting. To be frank, I'm glad to see you back." Mr. O'Bannon greeted me warmly. "After the preceding occurrences, I wouldn't have blamed you for declining my invitation."

For a few moments, his gaze lingered on my outfit with his eyes close to dropping down my silicone valley. But he pulled himself together before it became sleazy or creepy. After all these years, he was still a pillar of integrity.

"On behalf of our firm, I would like to express a private 'n public apology." He continued. "The way, business was conducted over the course of the last weeks was to the detriment of the company. In a departure from usual practices, it was contrary to all our guiding principles."

Oh wow! That was more than I had expected. A private and public apology? For real? Still uncertain, I exchanged glances with D-Rod who nodded approvingly.

"On the basis of new facts that have been brought to light recently, I have to concede that severe transgressions have been revealed." The former CEO elaborated. "The transitional leadership was found guilty of serious misconduct. Unfortunately, the personnel selection process proved deficient in this regard."

Holy moly! Transgression? Misconduct? This sounded better and better. Oh, which new facts, you ask? Of course, O'Bannon was alluding to my videos even if he was careful to avoid mentioning Ortega's private party. Still, they were clearly the source. What kinda facts the videos revealed, you ask? Oh, you haven't figured it out yet? Remember the moment when the Latino manager had boasted about his accomplishments in his study? He had bragged all smugly about selling client information to the Big Firms for years. More so, he had specified his plan to take all his clients and insider information to another company. Mostly, he had elaborated on working with a certain Latino gang to expand a taco restaurant into a franchise and use it as a distribution network to smuggle drugs.

Oh, how this information had gotten captured on tape as Ortega had told me in private, you ask? Easy! Back when the smug exec had shunted me off to the garage, I had spent a lot of time in there waiting for dudes to come by. That was when I had checked my surroundings. In the small passage room that connected the garage with the mansion, I had found an elaborate smart home security system. Obviously, the Latino manager had installed a buncha cameras inside the house. I guess, working with a gang like LGZ had made him extra cautious. Do tell!

The surveillance video wasn't the recording that got the ball rolling, you figured? Right! Unfortunately, Justin hadn't been able to crack the password of the copy protection, so the videoclip could only be played. That was why I had to use a recording from my smartphone. Remember the moment when Chuy had bragged about his agreement with Ortega at the loading bay of the taco joint? The parolee had talked in detail about their plans, which I had totally filmed. Yeah, right! When I had slipped my cellie into my silicone valley, I had also activated the video function. Oopsie! No matter how it had been obtained, I could totally imagine why this information was seen as serious misconduct in the eyes of the consulting firm. Duh!

"I invited you, Miss Addams, because your firing is among the breaches of regulations." O'Bannon continued with the company's apology. "It is particularly serious since the information revealed you as only a handful of employees who were not part of the insider trading."

Oh boy! I was enjoying this apology so much! I was basically savoring each and every word of it. I totally loved how my plan had come together in the end. Especially, after all the setbacks and obstacles on the way. Anybody could have pulled it of, you say? As if! Only a bimbo could pull it off 'cause the bimbotainment had been the most important part. Without me hogging the spotlight, Justin wouldn't have remained undetected when sneaking into the 'Wheel of Fortune' tent and hiding the notebook. Without my slut show as bimbo barmaid, I would have never been able to lure Ortega into a false sense of security, and I wouldn't have discovered the security system, either.

"This morning, Mr. Rodriguez approached our company and handed over several documents that are hard evidence of criminal associations between our transitional leadership and organized crime." The former CEO finally referred to D-Rod's presence. "Without question, we are deeply afflicted about these apparent illegal connections."

Oh see! That was why Sir Da-Rod was here. Once again, I looked over to him and received a nod of approval. In fact, that hadn't been part of our plan, or at least, that was a part we had never discussed. In reality, I would have never expected D-Rod to take it that far and run those risks. I had thought, cutting the connection between LGZ and Ortega had been his goal, but evidently it had gone way further than that.

"Mr. Rodriguez also helped us present the reasons for your dismissal in the proper light." My ex-boss elaborated. "Without a doubt, we are glad about the truth being uncovered. At the same time, we are deeply saddened about the gross professional misconduct you had to endure, Miss Addams."