That's a Job for a MILF 38.3 (Patreon)

First of all, I'd like to say that I'm deeply sorry for the way I treated you at our last meeting. I hope you understand that, due the circumstances, I was very feeling distressed and unable to think straight. 

The last few days have been even more difficult, but at least I had time to think about everything. I trust you now, and I regret not having fully trusted you before. I feel like you're a true friend. I sincerely hope that I am not mistaken because right now my life is in your hands. 

From what my lawyer explained to me, my situation is very complicated, almost hopeless. The people who set me up opened a bank account in a tax haven on my behalf, and in recent months they have made several deposits to such account with money diverted from the company. I was told that some people who work at the company's headquarters are also involved in this supposed scheme, but I don't know if they actually did something wrong or if they're just victims like me.

I had no idea of the existence of this account until the day I was arrested, of course, but only my word doesn't seem to be enough to convince the investigators. That's why I'm writing to you. You've always asked me what I was hiding about Mr. Hill. Very well, my dear friend, now I'm going to tell you everything …

About six months ago, while I was working on the company's quarterly financial balance sheet, I noticed some strange financial transactions. It was something very subtle, almost imperceptible, but paying close attention I was able to spot it there. 

I talked about it to Mr. Simmons, my boss, but he assured me that this was just a system glitch, and I didn't have to worry about it. I wasn't so convinced, though, so I decided to do some research, and my worst fears were confirmed…

Without going into unnecessary technical details, I found out that the company was making large transfers to other companies that had supposedly performed various services for us, but such companies actually didn't exist. It was clear that someone had worked out a detailed scheme to steal money. 

That day, I was so focused on that investigation that I didn't even realize it was already night when I finally finished it. As I walked towards the exit of the building, I was considering whether I should wait until the next morning to inform Mr. Simmons of what I had discovered or if I should call him right away. 

However, as I passed in front of his office, I could hear his voice! I was thrilled to learn that he had decided to work late, too, and I was about to knock on the door when I heard another voice. It only took me just two seconds to recognize that second person… It was no one else but Mr. Hill. 

I had no intention of hearing their conversation so I was already drifting away when something caught my attention: I heard Mr. Simmons saying my name. At first I thought I was imagining things. Why would Mr. Simmons be talking about me at that moment? Once again, I thought it would be best to just leave the building, but my curiosity got the better of me. I carefully went closer and put my ear to the door. Then, I had one of the biggest shocks of my life… 

Even today, I still remember that dialogue word for word:

"… Are you sure about it, Bill?"Mr. Hill asked. "Do you think it's safe to keep Mrs. Pierce working here?"

"Yes... At least for now. As I said, she spotted something unusual, but I believe she has no idea what's really going on… Moreover, she has always been an obedient employee, so I think she will follow my orders and forget about what she found out. In any case, I think it's better to keep her around to find out if she knows anything else or if she has talked to someone about it."

"I don't like it. Bill. I really don't. We need to be more careful, especially now that we're so close to finishing all this."

"I know, Greg, but don't worry. I'll keep a close eye on Mrs. Pierce."

"Good. And if at some point you think she's a problem, just inform me. I know someone who can take care of the situation."

"You're talking about that woman, aren't you?"

"Yes, I met her yesterday again, you know... She came here at night."

"And...?" 

"Well, let's just say that the stupid guy who intended to investigate me will no longer be a problem... Ever again! She showed me evidence of how she and her associates dealt with him. I have to say that I am very pleased with their efforts. "

Upon hearing this, Suzanne, I got so terrified that my legs were wobbly. If I had understood everything correctly, Mr. Hill was talking about a murder, and I could be the next victim if they thought I was a threat to them! I tried to move away, but I was so shaken that I lost control of my body and fell to the ground. 

"Did you hear something?" Mr. Simmons asked.

"I'm not sure. But let's check it out." 

I thought that was the end of the line for me. Soon they would see me sprawled in the hallway, and then they would know that I had heard everything. However, gathering all my forces, I was able to stand up and headed toward the first door I saw. It was an empty office. I stepped in there feeling a little relieved, but soon I realized I was just putting off the inevitable. They would certainly check that office…

But then I suddenly heard a loud noise at some point not so far, maybe in an adjacent hallway. That was probably just a janitor letting something fall on the floor, but it was enough to save my skin since Mr. Hill and Mr. Simmons decided to see what the source of that noise was.

When I heard their footsteps leaving the hallway, I left the office quickly. However, much sooner than I was expecting, I heard them heading back. I would be in their field of vision at any moment, and this time the nearest door was exactly that of Mr. Simmons' office…

Without choice, I went in there, hoping that I could find some place to hide. But the first thing that caught my eye was that the safe located behind Mr. Simmons's desk was open, and there were many papers scattered on his desk which usually was very organized. 

Despite the risk involved, I felt compelled to take a look at those papers, and I saw something staggering. These were records of all the money the two men had diverted from the company, and the accounts to which the sums had been sent! Not only that, but there was also prove that they were also selling confidential information to other companies.

I got so mesmerized by that discovery that I almost forgot about the difficult situation I was in. Coming back to reason, I moved away from the table, and crouched behind a sofa in a corner of the office, just before the men entered the place. Luckily they didn't see me, and I was able to keep hidden there until they finally decided to leave, much time later…

From that day forward, I started living in constant agony. I didn’t dare tell anyone what I had discovered, not even to my family, fearing that they could be even more at risk if they knew something. I thought about just quitting my job, but I was also afraid that Mr. Simmons might find this suspicious.

Then I just kept my head down in the office, hoping that Mr. Hill and Mr. Simmons would forget about me. Without the documents I saw that night, I had no way to prove they were stealing the company, and I didn't want to get involved in that mess. 

Still, the incessant fear was consuming me. I even decided to see a therapist to try to deal with that situation, but I could feel that something very bad would happen at any time… Well, it happened, although it was different from what I was expecting. Those horrible men didn't kill me, but they're trying to incriminate me for something I didn't do. 

I told all this to my lawyer, but he said there is no way to get a court order to verify that safe and Mr. Simmons and Mr. Hill’s financial transactions without some evidence other than my testimony. That's why I'm appealing to you, Suzanne… 

I know you have no obligation to help me, and besides that I have no way of knowing if Mr. Simmons is still keeping those compromising papers in that safe... Perhaps he has already destroyed them… But right now, this is my last hope of regaining my freedom. 

I also know I shouldn't ask you something like that. If you decide to try to get those documents, I know you'll be in great danger. I feel like a monster for asking that! However… I can't explain it very well, but thinking about our last conversation I feel like you have your own reasons for being interested in Mr. Hill's past. Something beyond your involvement with him.

In addition, I feel that there is a strange connection between us. Given my situation, I had every reason in the world not to get close to you. You’re Mr. Hill's personal assistant, and I wanted him to forget that I existed. Still, I couldn't help it but soon you had become my friend… My best friend. 

Sincerely,

Mary

As Suzanne finished reading that impressive letter, the woman got stunned. She was still trying to process all that information, but one thing she was sure of – She was definitely going to do what Mary had asked for. Not only to help her friend, but also because that was her chance to complete her mission. 

But the question was... How? How would she be able to do that? As she was thinking about it, she was surprised by new footsteps at the door of her apartment. This time, though, it actually was just her daughter and her boyfriend, as Suzanne could tell by their voices and laughter. 

Then, a crazy idea occurred to the woman as she thought about Brianna's boyfriend. She remembered very well that the young man had told her when they first met that he worked at his uncle's security systems firm, and that they had been responsible for installing the security cameras at the company where Suzanne worked. 

It seemed almost too good to be just a coincidence, she thought, as a plan was gaining form in her mind…