When you think all is lost, something happens and you realise that things are not so bad.
Sister and Nephew are still with us. They'll be going home soon. Nephew has school and although it's difficult for Brother-in-law and Sister, they have to bite the bullet and deal with it. They'll move back in and talk about the next steps.
Last night I got a call from CEO's new lawyer. I swore when I answered. It was a reflex action, I couldn't help it.
"Miss Secrets, I'm calling on behalf of my client, CEO."
"What the fuck do you want?"
To be fair, I did have my head down the toilet, again. The morning sickness hasn't gone anywhere. Sometimes it hits me with a vengeance.
There was a shocked silence on the other end of the phone. I'm guessing he didn't expect me to be so rude.
"I've emailed you some details concerning your breach of contract."
"Excuse me. What breach?"
Now, apparently CEO and New Guy have reason to believe I have breached my contract of employment and they are in the process of recovering losses.
As you can imagine, I didn't take too kindly to the allegation.
"Your client has nothing better to do with his time. Obviously he doesn't have a brain in his dense skull because in order to recover losses you need to have something called proof, and as a lawyer you should know this."
"Are you denying the allegations?"
"Are you listening to yourself? What am I supposed to have done?"
CEO has accused me of leaking trade secrets to a competitor under a false name.
There are many things wrong with this:
1. As far as I am aware, there are no trade secrets. Seriously, there are no secrets.
2. A false name? Hmm now if a false name was used, how can they be certain it was me?
3. Why would I do something so stupid?
In the end I told the lawyer to piss off and he told me that CEO has a right to apply for an injunction against me. I laughed and told him to go ahead. I'm not the one that's going to look like a total idiot.
I puked a little more after the phone call. And got a little emotional.
"Why won't they just leave me alone!"
"I haven't done-"
"What a bastard-"
Solicitor knocked on the door.
"Elise? Can I come in?"
"Tell them to fuck-"
Sister knocked on the door.
"Elise, let me in! Are you okay?"
"Aunt Elise! Are you going to die?"
I didn't answer. Instead I squeezed the largest amount of toothpaste onto my toothbrush and cleaned my teeth.
I told Solicitor about the phone call afterwards. He laughed and told me that I've got nothing to worry about. CEO's a complete idiot.
I got a phone call this morning from a police officer. He needs to follow up an attack on CEO's company security. I was pretty shocked. He told me that it's a standard follow up to any crime reported and that in his view it's pretty minor.
Yes, it is pretty minor. But to me it's pretty major. CEO called the police, after I told his lawyer to piss off, and made up an attack on his security (whatever that's supposed to mean).
CEO has taken it too far. It's time to rally the troops. First things first, I need some advice from Gay Boss.