Patricia, this is Dave Mitchell, Lydia's husband. Oh, hello Dave. How are you? I've been better. I'm calling because I thought you should know that Lydia and Chris Brennan have been having an affair for the past 6 months.
There was a long pause. That's a very serious accusation, Dave. I have video evidence, security footage from my home showing them together on multiple occasions during work hours. I see. Can you send me that evidence?
I'll email it to you this afternoon. Dave, I have to ask. Are you sure you want to go down this road? Once I receive that evidence, I'll have to take action. Patricia, they've been using company time and resources to conduct their affair.
Chris has been at my house during work hours. They've been lying to their colleagues about their relationship. Yes, I'm sure I want you to see the evidence. I understand. Send me what you have.
After I hung up, I spent 2 hours editing the security footage into a comprehensive presentation. I included timestamps showing Chris's car in my driveway during work hours, audio of him and Lydia discussing work matters while in bed together, and clear shots of both their faces so there could be no doubt about their identities. I sent the file to Patricia with a detailed timeline and a list of dates when the affair had taken place during business hours. Then I called Mrs. Feldman. Mrs. Feldman, it's Dave Mitchell.
Oh, hello dear. How are you holding up? I'm managing. Mrs. Feldman, I wanted to thank you for keeping an eye on the house. Your vigilance helped me discover that my wife was having an affair.
Oh my goodness. I knew something was going on. That silver car was there so often during the day. Yes. Well, I just wanted you to know in case anyone asks.
Lydia and I are getting divorced. Of course, dear. Is there anything I can do to help? Actually, if anyone asks about what you saw, please feel free to tell them the truth. Mrs. Feldman was better than a newspaper for spreading information.
By evening, everyone in the neighborhood would know about Lydia's affair. My phone rang around noon. It was Chris. "You son of a witch," he said without preamble. "Good morning to you, too, Chris." Patricia Walsh just called me into her office.
She's seen your little video presentation. How'd that go? We're both suspended pending investigation. If they find evidence of misconduct, we could be fired. Gee, that's terrible.
Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to screw married women during work hours. You're destroying our careers over a personal matter. Personal matter? Chris, you made it a professional matter when you started using company time to conduct your affair. You made it my business when you started doing it in my house.
Lydia's devastated. Good. She should be devastated. She should be ashamed and humiliated and sorry for what she's done. We never meant for this to happen.
Bees, you meant for every bit of it to happen. You just didn't mean to get caught. He hung up on me. An hour later, Lydia called. Dave, please.