Time: Sunday evening
Venue: Restaurant
“Buddy, what are you thinking about? Share share leh”
Mark nudges me off my thoughts.
“What revenge plan have you come up with? Just tell me if you need me to play any part.”
I am not even thinking of any plot; I am just taken aback by Elaine’s beauty.
“By the way, did you see the lady sitting opposite Elaine? She is also a very pretty lady. Wow two beauties together. Do you need me to tackle any of them?”
I take a quick glance at my 5 o’clock again to see who the other lady is.
Sometimes you just cannot afford not to believe in coincidences. It’s my brother’s wife, my sister-in-law, Phoebe.
“Mark, that’s my sister-in-law, Phoebe.”
“Oh buddy, you mean your brother, Jason? Wow you guys all are so fortunate. Claire is such a beauty; even your sister-in-law is so pretty. Real envious of you guys. So do you need my help to get close to Elaine or anything? I am quite good with girls, you know.”
“No thanks bro. I need you to help me with something. Help me check out this person and his family.”
I take out a pen from my pocket and write a name on his notebook. Stuart Andersen.
“This is my big boss. Ang Moh from the Sweden HQ. Has been in Singapore for the past 1 year. I know he stays at the Bayshore Condo. That’s all I know. Can you check out every info about him? His family, his hobbies, his schedule and everything. I need him in my revenge plan on George.”
“Ok consider it done.”
“And for now, I need you to make a quiet exit. I don’t want Phoebe and Elaine to see me with a private investigator. In case their imagination run wild or alert Raymond or even worse, George.”
“Ok ok got it buddy. You pick the tab then. Will contact you once I got the info on your big boss.”
Mark leaves the restaurant, leaving me by myself at the table.
I have not had a concrete plan yet, but my initial thought is to make use of my big boss to do George in. I want him to lose everything, his job, his future, his wife. How? Not sure yet, but I am sure I will figure it out.
“Is that you, Wilson?” Someone is calling me by my side.
I look up and see Phoebe and Elaine walking past me.
“Oh hi Phoebe. What are you doing here?”
“I was having dinner with my best friend, Elaine. Elaine, this is my brother-in-law, Wilson.”
I stand up and put out my hand to shake Elaine’s little hand. Her hand feels so small, so soft. Somehow the touch of her hand is sending waves of electric down my hand.
“Hi…hi…. Elaine, niceeee to ….meet ….you.” I am actually getting nervous in her presence.
“Hi Wilson, nice to meet you too.” Her gentle smile is sending glows of warmth onto my shivering face.
“You people are leaving? I am making my move too.” I take a glance at my Patek, it’s already 8.55 pm.
“Where are you going? It’s quite late. Do you need a lift or something?”
“Kor, Jason is coming to pick me up at the taxi stand. Elaine stays near your area. Do you mind helping me to send her back?”
I can sense Elaine hesitating and about to open her mouth to reject the offer, so I immediately volunteered my service, “Sure Phoebe. Come Elaine, it’s along the way. Not easy to get a cab on Sunday at this hour.”
That’s how we end up in my car; the first time I am alone with Elaine. Butterflies are having a field day in my stomach but I must keep my cool and make sure we do not have too much of awkward silences.
My worries are quite unfounded, as Elaine is a very chirpy and friendly girl. We are chatting almost about anything, from the time we part way with Phoebe at the restaurant, all the way to the carpark, and now in my car, Elaine always has something to chat with me. It feels like we have known each other for a long time……
“So you are best friends with Phoebe?”
“Yes, we knew each other since secondary school. We studied fashion design together at the poly too. Now we are doing our understudying at the same fashion label.”
“Wow looks like you two are always together. So you are also 21 yrs old like Phoebe. So young.”
“Yes, I am one of Phoebe’s bridesmaids when she got married to Jason. You are not that old. I have seen you at the wedding dinner. Not sure if you remember seeing me?”
I try to recall; I remember that Phoebe has a bunch of very pretty girls as her bridesmaids. Almost all the guys at the wedding dinner were ogling at the bridesmaids. I think I have some recall of Elaine; she is one of the prettiest amongst the bridesmaids. Oh yes, I can recall now. But she looks even prettier now, more womanly, and more feminine.
“Oh ya, I think I can recall now. Wow you can recognise me?”
“Of course. Do you know all the bridesmaids were talking about how suave and handsome Jason’s brother is at the wedding? But too bad, your wife is at the wedding too, so no one dare to approach you haha.”
“You sure? Are you one of those that think I am handsome too?”
For the first time, there is an awkward silence in my car. I glance quickly over to Elaine, while keeping my eyes on the road. Can see her blushing in the dim lights of the passing lamp posts.
“Hee I don’t know. All I know is most of my friends feel you look handsome, mature and manly. Even Phoebe thinks you are a very eligible man.”
I never for once, expect Phoebe to be talking about me with her friends. This is something new.
Somehow the journey just seems so short with Elaine in my car. We reach her home area without us knowing. I stop my car just below her block.
“Thanks Wilson for the ride. Oh by the way, your wife’s name is Claire, right? Help me say hello to her.”
“We had some misunderstandings and she is now staying at her sister’s place. I am alone now.” Technically I did not lie.
“Oh I am sorry to hear that. You alright?”
“Yes I am alright, but I can do with some company with a pretty girl like you sometimes if you don’t mind.” I am just trying to push my luck further.
There is a moment of hesitation on Elaine. “Pass me your phone.”
She presses a few numbers on my phone and presses the call button. “I just called myself using your phone. Now you got my number. You can message me when you need someone to talk to.”
With that, she alights my car and hops to the lift.
I drive off in my BMW. Within 5 minutes, I receive a message in my phone “Thanks for the nice chat. I enjoyed the evening with you. Good night sweet dreams. Elaine”
I am feeling sweetness in my mouth, in my eyes, in my heart. That’s the feeling of falling in love.
Throughout our conversation, she has not mentioned anything about her being married nor being the wife of Raymond.
Time: Tuesday evening
Venue: Home
9.30 pm
I am looking at the information that Mark has gathered for me. He is a real buddy. Pushed aside all his other work and get me my stuff in two days. I have just met him for dinner and obtained the stuff from him.
• Stuart Andersen
• 43 years old
• Swedish Nationality
• Posted to Singapore as Country Manager 10 months ago
• Came to Singapore alone without his family
• Estranged from his family and divorced from his wife 3 years ago because of repeated extra-marital affairs. In the divorce filing papers, he was found having affairs with a paid social escort, a neighbour and his secretary
• Stays in a condo provided by Company
• Hobbies: Tennis, Wine, Cars, Clubbing, Social networking
• Drives a Lamborghini
These expats sure know how to earn our money and enjoy their life. Although he is our boss, me and George actually work quite independently and only report to him for formality sake. Our relationship are never actually close, just normal. He usually spends his time out of office, not sure what he is busy with actually. But he is the boss, who can interfere?
*Ring ring* My mobile shows Mark calling.
“Hi Bro”
“Hey buddy, I found the additional info you wanted. Interestingly, all his targets for the affairs are Asians. The paid social escort is a young Chinese college student studying in Sweden, the neighbour is a 36-year old housewife from Japan married to a local Swedish guy, and his secretary is a Swedish-borne Chinese girl.”
“Perfect. Thanks Mark”
That’s very good info. Now I can be more confident of my plan. Single, lonely man at the right age with money and power. Special liking to Asian girls. Perfect candidate.
Paste the stamp onto the green envelope, addressed to Stuart Andersen.
I switch on my laptop for the other target. This one is easier. Won’t need the envelope. Email sent.
My favourite masterpiece, The Special Club, is back.
Time: Tuesday evening
Venue: Home
9.30 pm
I am looking at the information that Mark has gathered for me. He is a real buddy. Pushed aside all his other work and get me my stuff in two days. I have just met him for dinner and obtained the stuff from him.
• Stuart Andersen
• 43 years old
• Swedish Nationality
• Posted to Singapore as Country Manager 10 months ago
• Came to Singapore alone without his family
• Estranged from his family and divorced from his wife 3 years ago because of repeated extra-marital affairs. In the divorce filing papers, he was found having affairs with a paid social escort, a neighbour and his secretary
• Stays in a condo provided by Company
• Hobbies: Tennis, Wine, Cars, Clubbing, Social networking
• Drives a Lamborghini
These expats sure know how to earn our money and enjoy their life. Although he is our boss, me and George actually work quite independently and only report to him for formality sake. Our relationship are never actually close, just normal. He usually spends his time out of office, not sure what he is busy with actually. But he is the boss, who can interfere?
*Ring ring* My mobile shows Mark calling.
“Hi Bro”
“Hey buddy, I found the additional info you wanted. Interestingly, all his targets for the affairs are Asians. The paid social escort is a young Chinese college student studying in Sweden, the neighbour is a 36-year old housewife from Japan married to a local Swedish guy, and his secretary is a Swedish-borne Chinese girl.”
“Perfect. Thanks Mark”
That’s very good info. Now I can be more confident of my plan. Single, lonely man at the right age with money and power. Special liking to Asian girls. Perfect candidate.
Paste the stamp onto the green envelope, addressed to Stuart Andersen.
I switch on my laptop for the other target. This one is easier. Won’t need the envelope. Email sent.
My favourite masterpiece, The Special Club, is back.
Time: Tuesday evening
Venue: Bedroom
11.15 pm
A bit tired from all the thinking and plotting to get back at George. At least set my revenge plan in motion now.
I am getting ready to sleep. Nothing much to do when you are alone in the house. Miss my lovely wife. Claire is still at Carol’s place. I promise not to disturb her for the time being. But I am starting to feel lonely without her.
I am about to off the TV when my handphone beeps. A message.
“Hi sorry to disturb you so late. Just wondering what are you doing?”
The message sends a flutter to my heart. It’s from Elaine. It’s a big surprise. We have no contact since we part ways on Sunday night.
“Just watching TV. How about you?”
“Same thing. Which channel you watching?”
“Channel U news. You?”
“Same here. Actually I need a favour from you, not sure if you can help. I need a model for my company’s fashion show this coming Saturday. I think you fit the bill perfectly.”
“Model? You sure? I don’t know how to catwalk.”
“No need catwalk. For the fashion show to be closer to the audience, we are all using normal people as the models. Just want someone to wear our showpieces on stage. Very simple. I think you have the perfect build for one of my design, so would like to get your help.”
“Hmmmm sure thing.”
“Set! Just be at MBS at 4.30 pm this Sat. Would need you till 9 pm. Thanks and good night!”
“Night”
I must not read too much into this. Raymond might be there as well. I am just one of the many models. Phoebe is most probably there as well. Phoebe might even get Jason to be one of the models.
11.30 pm
I off the TV to sleep. Even though I am convincing myself not to read too much into it, my heart is pounding a beat or two faster than normal.
The image of Elaine keeps flashing in my mind…… Her radiant smile, her alluring eyes, her sweet voice, her scented perfume smell, her fair flawless complexion, her long-flowing hair, her smooth soft hands, her sexy figure…..
I can’t sleep with her images all over my mind.
I take up my handphone from the side table.
On my facebook. I go to my friends’ page and search. Not sure if he is my friend.
Bingo! Found Raymond.
Go into Raymond page and go straight for his photos.
Bingo! Found a number of Elaine’s picture.
There is one particular pic showing off her voluptuous, creamy cleavage.
Enlarge the photo on my mobile zooming into her face and cleavage. Pull down my shorts and wank off to the photo.
Elaine, you are so beautiful. I want to fuck you. I want to shove my cock into that mouth of yours.
In less than 3 minutes, I reach my climax.
I have done something unthinkable. I shoot my jism onto my mobile phone screen, onto Elaine’s face, all over her smiling face, with her mouth slightly open, and all over her creamy half-buns.
Time: Tuesday evening
Venue: Bedroom
11.15 pm
A bit tired from all the thinking and plotting to get back at George. At least set my revenge plan in motion now.
I am getting ready to sleep. Nothing much to do when you are alone in the house. Miss my lovely wife. Claire is still at Carol’s place. I promise not to disturb her for the time being. But I am starting to feel lonely without her.
I am about to off the TV when my handphone beeps. A message.
“Hi sorry to disturb you so late. Just wondering what are you doing?”
The message sends a flutter to my heart. It’s from Elaine. It’s a big surprise. We have no contact since we part ways on Sunday night.
“Just watching TV. How about you?”
“Same thing. Which channel you watching?”
“Channel U news. You?”
“Same here. Actually I need a favour from you, not sure if you can help. I need a model for my company’s fashion show this coming Saturday. I think you fit the bill perfectly.”
“Model? You sure? I don’t know how to catwalk.”
“No need catwalk. For the fashion show to be closer to the audience, we are all using normal people as the models. Just want someone to wear our showpieces on stage. Very simple. I think you have the perfect build for one of my design, so would like to get your help.”
“Hmmmm sure thing.”
“Set! Just be at MBS at 4.30 pm this Sat. Would need you till 9 pm. Thanks and good night!”
“Night”
I must not read too much into this. Raymond might be there as well. I am just one of the many models. Phoebe is most probably there as well. Phoebe might even get Jason to be one of the models.
11.30 pm
I off the TV to sleep. Even though I am convincing myself not to read too much into it, my heart is pounding a beat or two faster than normal.
The image of Elaine keeps flashing in my mind…… Her radiant smile, her alluring eyes, her sweet voice, her scented perfume smell, her fair flawless complexion, her long-flowing hair, her smooth soft hands, her sexy figure…..
I can’t sleep with her images all over my mind.
I take up my handphone from the side table.
On my facebook. I go to my friends’ page and search. Not sure if he is my friend.
Bingo! Found Raymond.
Go into Raymond page and go straight for his photos.
Bingo! Found a number of Elaine’s picture.
There is one particular pic showing off her voluptuous, creamy cleavage.
Enlarge the photo on my mobile zooming into her face and cleavage. Pull down my shorts and wank off to the photo.
Elaine, you are so beautiful. I want to fuck you. I want to shove my cock into that mouth of yours.
In less than 3 minutes, I reach my climax.
I have done something unthinkable. I shoot my jism onto my mobile phone screen, onto Elaine’s face, all over her smiling face, with her mouth slightly open, and all over her creamy half-buns.
Time: Friday morning
Venue: Office
The green envelope has been posted out on Wednesday. It would have reached the letterbox on Thursday.
The only problem is how to ensure the letterbox has been opened. I mean, how can I assume he will open his letterbox on a daily basis?
In order to make sure Stuart opened his letterbox yesterday, I purposely took this month’s utilities bill and went to him during lunchtime yesterday.
“Hey boss, can check with you something personal? Have you received this month’s utilities bill?”
“Errr….no. I usually open my letterbox during the weekends.”
“Oh need a favour from you. You are one of those few I know who is staying in a condo in the east like myself. There is a GST-saver package in this month’s bill. Want to know how much the rebate is. There is some dispute on the amount at my condo area.”
Yes, I know it is a totally lame excuse, but as long as I can get Stuart to open his letterbox, who cares? Indeed the call with him this morning has confirmed that he has opened his letterbox, which means he would have seen the green envelope.
11.50 am
*New email*
From Stuart. Good. He has opted to join the Special Club.
How about Jenny? She is an existing member. I can’t get her to restart all over again.
I have sent her an email on Tuesday night. Also used a software to sms her to check her email for the Special Club Invitation. Have to use the software to conceal the identity of the sms sender, and would need the sms to get her to check her email
[email protected]
, which I know is specially created for the Special Club.
This is the email sent:
“Hi Jenny,
Welcome back to the Special Club.
I am sorry the second mission for you was aborted previously. That’s because your husband has engaged a Private Investigator to check on you. I am sure you would have known that your first mission has been uncovered by your husband.
As such, we have to abolish your second mission in order to protect the Special Club as well as the identity of your partner for the second mission.
Good news is that we have taken care of the Private Investigator engaged by your husband and it is now 100% safe for you to take on the mission again. You don’t have to worry how we did it but the fact that we know about this would have convinced you that we have our way.
Further good news is that you can proceed with the mission again with your intended target, Wilson.
Would just need a confirmation from you that you would like to continue with the mission.”
I have received a positive reply from Jenny within an hour of that email sent.
Step One of my plan – cleared.
Now for Step Two.
By the way, why am I so confident that Jenny can proceed with the mission without any worry about George anymore?
Coincidence of Coincidences - The private investigator engaged by George is actually under Mark’s agency. Yes, the same Mark, my best buddy.
The best thing is, George doesn’t know it and is still using his agency. And Mark has taken over the case personally.
Time: Friday morning
Venue: Office
The green envelope has been posted out on Wednesday. It would have reached the letterbox on Thursday.
The only problem is how to ensure the letterbox has been opened. I mean, how can I assume he will open his letterbox on a daily basis?
In order to make sure Stuart opened his letterbox yesterday, I purposely took this month’s utilities bill and went to him during lunchtime yesterday.
“Hey boss, can check with you something personal? Have you received this month’s utilities bill?”
“Errr….no. I usually open my letterbox during the weekends.”
“Oh need a favour from you. You are one of those few I know who is staying in a condo in the east like myself. There is a GST-saver package in this month’s bill. Want to know how much the rebate is. There is some dispute on the amount at my condo area.”
Yes, I know it is a totally lame excuse, but as long as I can get Stuart to open his letterbox, who cares? Indeed the call with him this morning has confirmed that he has opened his letterbox, which means he would have seen the green envelope.
11.50 am
*New email*
From Stuart. Good. He has opted to join the Special Club.
How about Jenny? She is an existing member. I can’t get her to restart all over again.
I have sent her an email on Tuesday night. Also used a software to sms her to check her email for the Special Club Invitation. Have to use the software to conceal the identity of the sms sender, and would need the sms to get her to check her email
[email protected]
, which I know is specially created for the Special Club.
This is the email sent:
“Hi Jenny,
Welcome back to the Special Club.
I am sorry the second mission for you was aborted previously. That’s because your husband has engaged a Private Investigator to check on you. I am sure you would have known that your first mission has been uncovered by your husband.
As such, we have to abolish your second mission in order to protect the Special Club as well as the identity of your partner for the second mission.
Good news is that we have taken care of the Private Investigator engaged by your husband and it is now 100% safe for you to take on the mission again. You don’t have to worry how we did it but the fact that we know about this would have convinced you that we have our way.
Further good news is that you can proceed with the mission again with your intended target, Wilson.
Would just need a confirmation from you that you would like to continue with the mission.”
I have received a positive reply from Jenny within an hour of that email sent.
Step One of my plan – cleared.
Now for Step Two.
By the way, why am I so confident that Jenny can proceed with the mission without any worry about George anymore?
Coincidence of Coincidences - The private investigator engaged by George is actually under Mark’s agency. Yes, the same Mark, my best buddy.
The best thing is, George doesn’t know it and is still using his agency. And Mark has taken over the case personally.
Thanks Guys, silly me have not written it clearly in my last post. I meant to say the PI agency is Mark’s. He is the boss and has a number of PIs under him.
Mark didn’t know about the case till I approach him.
Have edited to make it clearer. Thanks!
Thanks Guys, silly me have not written it clearly in my last post. I meant to say the PI agency is Mark’s. He is the boss and has a number of PIs under him.
Mark didn’t know about the case till I approach him.
Have edited to make it clearer. Thanks!
Time: Friday afternoon
Venue: Office
1.35 pm
Everyone is back from lunch and resumes their afternoon work.
I pick up my phone and call Mr Jackson, one of the top 50 richest men in Singapore.
Mr Jackson is a personal friend of Stuart and has decided to go with our bank to manage his $200 Mil funds because of Stuart’s relationship and of course, our bank’s repute. The only question now is whether to let my unit or George’s unit to manage the funds. Stuart is placing a lot of emphasis on this account; whoever can win the account and manage it well will be given huge credits in his career.
Both our teams have made our presentation and proposal to Mr Jackson and of course, each one of us have entertained and tried to get into his good books on a number of occasions; we are just waiting for his final decision. Gut feel is he is leaning towards my team.
“Hi Mr Jackson, it’s Wilson.”
“Hey Wilson. I am still pondering about….”
“No worries Mr Jackson. I am not calling to rush you for the decision. In fact, I just need to give you an update. This morning, because of the Fed chief’s comments and new direction, the financial markets might be in for an upheaval. I am not going to bore you with the details, but with the new info, I must confess you to that George’s team might have a stronger strategy than my team.”
“Huh? This is a surprise, Wilson. You are actually speaking up for your rival?”
“Haha no sir. We are not rivals, we are in the same bank and we are both under Stuart. Our job is to ensure we can perform a good job for your account, which is in the interest for you, for our bank and for our unit under Stuart. If George’s strategy can work better for your objectives, I must be gracious to advise the best for you too.”
“That’s nice, Wilson.”
“But just a note on that, you know I am the best in the market when it comes to forex and interest rates products but George is the man for the commodities. In his strategy, the position on the coal and gold prices is critical. I think it’s best you get him to explain that part in greater details to you. I have received some news that there is something huge that might come out early next week at the South America side so you might want to talk to George soonest possible. I want to make sure you get the best too.”
“Hmmm ok, I have some time now. I will call George now. Thanks Wilson. You are a good team mate.”
Off the phone with Mr Jackson.
Within 1 minute, the phone next door rings. The next moment, a grinning George is assembling his team to go out.
2.05 pm
“Hi Felicia, can you come to my room for a moment?” Felicia is George’s Personal Assistant.
*Knock knock*
“Hi Felicia, this is a highly confidential document relating to Mr Jackson’s account. I want you to pass to your boss. Don’t leave this lying around in the in-tray. Lock it up in his drawer and let him know when he is back. Very important. Oh and these empty envelopes as well. Put them together inside the same drawer.”
“Ok noted, Wilson. What are these envelopes for? Such an interesting colour, green.”
I just look at her and give her a smile.