Every year, me and the Finance Director from our company would go to a conference – 6 nights away when travel was included. The FD had a reputation for disappearing during this conference and he’d only be seen fleetingly through the day at different bits of the conference, but he was never around for any dinner or drinks. We all thought he spent the week in strip clubs and brothels, but who knows!
Usually I’d be on my own for the week, out of the office and on expenses – it was always an enjoyable week. However a couple of years ago it suddenly became different…
Laura had worked in our office since she was 17 and had worked her way up through a few positions whilst managing to have a couple of kids along the way. She had married and divorced young, and found herself a single mother at 25. I was 36 at the time, and also single. Laura kept herself quiet in the office, didn’t really socialise much with other staff. She was a pretty girl – long blonde hair (occasionally it was pink, but at this particular time it was back to blonde), nice looking body, and tall at about 5ft8 and regularly wore heels to take her up nearer 6ft.