Technically, it’s not over until she walks out the front door next week. But the tension has eased, if not my level of guilt.
I still don’t know for certain what transpired over the last six months, whether or not RR played as big a role as it seems in retrospect or merely a string of coincidences strung together, my own foolishness getting the better of me, getting myself wrapped up in something I should have avoided from the start.
I have made a lot of observations and a lot of assumptions based on those observations, but that doesn’t make any of my conclusions valid.
Last June I assumed things about our former temporary boss that seem less valid now, though I’m still not even certain about any of that.
I still can’t figure out what role the owner has played in all this, having him search both my work computers for some reason – which may or may not have anything to do with her.
I can only assume that he’s the one who confronted her about her relationship to RR, and ultimately forced her to “do the right thing,” the owner obviously more concerned about maintaining friendly relations with the big man and the little man, who buy a lot of advertising.
I can only assume she thinks I’m the one who fed the information to RR, since I had raised concerns about RR with her several times, insisting that she had to use his name and detail some of his background if she was going to use his information to bring down the congressman.
When the owner met with me, he seemed concerned about RR possibly lying, fabricating or exaggerating his relationship with federal authorities in order to give more credibility to his claims about the congressman. I knew a lot more than I let on, but kept quiet about most of it. But I don’t think she would believe me if I told her.
Maybe the fact that RR contacted me last March on the same day she started texting me, and I am reading into the coincidence something that isn’t there.
My friend Tom is obviously the one who reached out to the little man and set the whole thing in motion, the little man talking to the owner, and pushing the owner over the edge into making her resign.
This is all speculation. And it is possible the other owner, the woman, forced the issue, since I’ve noticed her watching her carefully over the last week or so.
Again, pure speculation since the only people who know for certain as to why she resigned were the people in the office with her, one or both owners, possibly even our boss – though management often leaves our boss out of these decisions.
I would not known about any of this and would have been just as shocked as our former temporary boss was if not for her posting her poems, which prompted me to ask the office gossip, who knew none of the details, only that she had quit.
Maybe she doesn’t even know for certain how the little man found out, but one thing is clear from her poetry, she clearly blames me.
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