HR Complaint

“Fucking Cunt!” I growled, walking out of the H.R. Director’s office.

I got called down there to be informed that there was a Sexual Harassment Investigation being levied against me.

I work in the Service Department for a major tech company. There are several departments within the company. You have the Executives, of course, Admin, Marketing, Sales, and Service.

I started almost 10 years ago, and quickly climbed the ladder up to the number two position. The only guy above me was the Service Manager, but even he would admit that I know far more than he does. I’m just biding my time, until he gets promoted and I slip into his position, or I just say “Fuck It” and leave to go somewhere else. At this moment, I’m leaning towards the latter.

The Sales Department is almost a continually revolving door. Almost all of them are young, good looking guys and girls. They run around all the time, flaunting their looks, and flirting, in order to make sales. Those who don’t make their numbers, are shown the door.

A handful of them have weathered the storms, and have been there almost as long as me. They also use me to help them get sales, asking me technical questions, or having me talk to some of their potential customers, who speak geek. I usually don’t mind helping out.

There was a mass push for a new product that we were selling, and the company beefed up the Sales Force in order to push it hard out into the marketplace. In comes the Newbies, along with the reason that I was called up to H.R.

Cynthia Arnold was a young, Twentysomething, that was an absolute Goddess. There wasn’t a physical flaw on her. She was perfection, and she knew it. She walked around wearing high heels, and super short skirts with blouses that always show off her ample breasts. It was almost impossible to look this girl in the eyes. Even with her confident personality.

She learned real quick, from the veterans, to come to me if she needed technical advice, or had questions. It was fine by me, but like I said, it was hard to look her in the eyes.

She’d bend over at my desk, giving me a full view of her sizable tits, whenever she was trying to point something out. One time, I was in the shop working, and laying on my back to get up under the machine. She came over, and stood right above me.

“You could be really naughty from down there.” She said, getting my attention.

I poked my head out, and had a perfect view up her skirt, with her smiling down at me. She didn’t even try to hide her modesty. I had an unobstructed view up her skirt, with her legs spread slightly, and seeing her barely there black G-string panties, with mesh front, seeing enough to tell that she was completely shaved.

Things like that happened all the time, and I honestly think that she got off on it. Then, out of the blue, she files a Sexual Harassment complaint against me. To say I was pissed, was a gross understatement.

I wouldn’t talk to anybody for weeks. My boss wouldn’t even try to come bother me. I just stuck to myself, and poured everything into work. On my off time, I was also looking for a new job.

Sales Reps were coming to me for help, and I was turning them away, sending them to my boss. I felt bad about it, because he was getting swamped, and the rest of the sale reps were having to wait, but I was getting screwed by one of them. I wasn’t going to do anything that could pile onto the company’s investigation.

With an office full of Sales Reps, the latest Sales Rep decided to try to be sneaky, and come to me. Of all people, it was Cynthia. The Bitch actually had the nerve to try to come ask for help, after she filed a Sexual Harassment Complaint against me!

“Kyle, Joe looks swamped, and I really need help. I heard that you weren’t helping out anybody anymore, but do you think that you could help me out this one last time, Please? I really need this deal.” She begged as if everything was normal.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You’re the reason that I’m not helping people, because of your Bullshit H.R. complaint. I’m not even supposed to be talking to you right now.” I said, not believing the audacity of this girl. Then I got pissed. “Get the fuck out of my shop! If you fucking need help, get the fuck in line, and wait for Joe!”

Joe’s office was in the corner of the shop, and my yelling grabbed the attention of several Sales Reps, and Joe himself. I was fuming. I looked over at Joe, who poked his head out of his office to see what all the yelling was about.

“I’m going the fuck home early.” I growled to him. Then looked back at a shocked Cynthia, in her eyes, without any issues, and just walked out.

I didn’t really even give a shit anymore. It was Friday, I was pissed, I didn’t need to be around there, and especially her. I clocked out on my computer, and stormed out. Joe didn’t even say a thing to me.

I got into my truck, and left. The first stop that I made, was to the liquor store. Then I drove straight home.

I changed into a pair of shorts, made a drink, and flopped my ass onto the couch. I looked for something to calm myself down, and found a baseball game on. That was one good thing about leaving work early, I caught the 1 o’clock Yankees game, and it was against the Red Sox.

The game ended at 5. I was already almost halfway through the bottle. I had long left work at work, and a Yankees win just put me into an even better mood. But, I was getting hungry, and went searching for something to eat.

I found some burgers in the fridge. So, I fired up the grill, and got to cooking. After eating, I flopped back onto the couch, with a fresh drink. The alcohol, and the food was making me drowsy. I kept fighting it, watching the next game, Astros vs the Blue Jays.

Just as I was about to nod off, a knock on my door woke me back up. I was startled completely awake. A second knock alerted me as to why I was awake.

I groaned, and stood up, swaying a little bit. Then made my way to the door. I opened it to find Joe standing there.

“Hey Kyle, I just wanted to swing by, and see if you were alright. I’ve never seen, or even heard of, you flipping out like that. H.R. gave me the heads up about what’s going on, and I’m here to tell you, that even they think the case is flimsy at best.” He said. “I’m not supposed to tell you this, but they think that it was just a ploy by her, to keep her job. Apparently, she’s on the chopping block, and they think that this was an effort keep her job just a little longer.”

“And, in the meantime, I get a permanent record in my file, even if no evidence is there to support it.” I said. “Unless by some miracle, she retracts her complaint.”

“Even if it is, you’re still at the top of the list to take my job. Hell, I have to fight for everything that I have now, just to keep you from just taking the job away from me.” He joked, trying to cheer me up. “Just keep your head up, and let this shit blow over. Trust me, everyone wants the old you back.”

“Sure, thanks for coming all the way out here.” I said.

He half smiled, and clapped me on the shoulder before he left. I live in a very secluded area, just on the outskirts of town. I knew that it was a hike for him to come out and check on me. I did appreciate the effort.

I waved as I watched him drive down the driveway. Then closed the door. All the drinking finally got to me. I really had to piss.

I just tucked my junk away, and flushed, when there was another knock at the door. I figured that Joe must have forgotten something.

“What did you forget?” I asked, opening the door. Then I got angry. “What the fuck are you doing here? How the fuck did you even find out where I live?”

Cynthia was standing there, holding a file folder in her hands.

“I followed Joe.” She said. “Please, I need your help. I asked Joe, but he was useless.