My executive suite nestles inside a stone plaza dripping with gaudy chandeliers, silk rugs, and black and white checkered marble floors. Compared to the concrete jungle I’m used to, finding quaint office space tucked inside a mansion has been a pleasant surprise. I usually like to steal away from insurance and investments the second half of the day to snuggle up with my Bible and pen to write and dream with God. My office space has become something of a secret hideaway for me, until “Nabal” reared.
“Nabal’s” are like your own personal nemesis. You know, the girl who assigns herself to hate you through high school or the boss man everyone walks gingerly around. My present “Nabal” is the office receptionist. She greets me with classic, big-Dallas hair and a smile –turned smirk as soon as she looks back down to her People magazine.
It all started with a letter, sticky with syrup, “Please return the folders you took.”
Sound like an issue for HR?
When a real bully hits, its so tempting to devise creative vengeance. Just ask David. When the original Nabal disrespected him, David was so pulse-pounding mad, he devised a plan to kill Nabal’s entire village. And he would have, but for, one woman—Abigail, who wielded a mighty weapon.
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