I like Joe, but I don’t trust him, especially because he’s planning to replace me in the town I have covered for the last decade, and his earned his stripes in our office by working the North County beat – this includes the town run by the Virgin Mayor, and that our poet has been feeding him press releases.
Rumor is that Joey D has approached the possible new mayor of
my old town about getting her a job, and gauging what transpired with D – who briefly
worked the Virgin Mayor’s beat and later became the writer for Hometown during
a very questionable election – I’m very nervous – especially when I found out management
gave him the key to the auxhillary office without telling me. We found out only
when he absconded with one of the worker’s cookies, leaving a note that he
would repay the worker when he got paid.
Joe has been looking to get my beat for a while, since he worked
it previous to when our company purchased the community paper, and since the
current mayor and his henchmen have been looking to get rid of me, I suspect I
have no allies in the upcoming election. Our management arranged for me to move
up county to cover the county seat at a convenient time, perhaps aware of Joey
D’s plans to bring our poet south with him if the mayoral challenger he
represents wins in the May election.
Joe isn’t what he seems,
Although I have been careful to make certain none of the
computers I used in Hometown or in the auxhillay office had anything that could
incriminate me (the owner keep checking them for possible references to our
poet), I scrubbed them again of anything that might be misinterpreted since Joe
has access to them now – this includes all of my emails from Outlook (which I
rarely use anyway), although apparently Joe checked them and then complained to
management that he could not access my account, making me even more suspicious
about his intentions.
Joe kept asking me for my telephone code, which I declined
to give him. He complained to management, telling them he could not set up his
own phone without my code – which is ridiculous.
Last Thursday, I found my phone not working, because he
fiddled with it when I was up at the main office.
I don’t know what he is looking for and whether or not like
D, he may have fallen under our poet’s spell (It’s easy to do since I’m still
enamored with her), though I doubt if she would have confided in him. I get the
feeling she only tells each person a limited amount and keeps them in the dark
for most things, although she may have sold him on the idea that she needs to
be protected from me, the way she sold me and the former temporary boss on how
she needed to be protected from her Brooklyn stalker.
All this may be my imagination, but it pays to be careful.
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