The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The Board of Directors

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill, Dakota, John, Mom and I all got up about 4 am. We showered and dressed. Everyone had packed before going to bed. It always amazed me that for LE than 48 hours all the lady had at to the lowest degree two pieces of luggage.

Fred was ready for all of us with a reach limo. He stood there stoically holding the lift doorway assailable for us and having the automobile trunk capable and waiting.

Sammy and Bobby were also up and made each of us an egg sandwich. They had burnt umber ready for Dakota, Mom, and Jill. John poured me and himself a glass of ananas juice.

Once we were all in the limo, the drive to the airport was rather quick as there was little to no dealings on the road. Everyone looked tired as we had played rather severely the past couple of days. Mom, John, and Jill all sat adjacent to each other and of course of action, my darling Dakota sat adjacent to me. I did notice that she was beginning to appear a bit plumper. The pregnancy was obviously beginning to show. Dakota put her oral sex on my shoulder and just dozed off.

Jill, Mom, and privy were all chatting away. They were excited to be going to NYC. Mom said she knew of a couple of delightful pizza places in Little Italia. Of course of instruction, John was excited that he would be getting ‘ real'pizza. I just smiled listening to him blabber on and on about salutary pizza.

The flight was uneventful. The four 60 minutes passed quickly. When we landed in NYC our limo was waiting for us. The weather condition was delicious, spring-like. The jet was parked, and we all got off. The co-pilot removed all our luggage and the limo driver put it in the bole of the limo.

The driver took us to the center as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three suites. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for John and Dakota, although they had separate beds to catch some Z's on.

I noticed that whoremonger had bought himself an help's notebook that resembled Dakota's. So far, he was listening and taking line, which made me proud of him.

When we arrived at the place, the bellman retrieved our luggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The staff member gave us all the plastic keys to get into our cortege. I noticed the metre and made my way to the limo again to channelise towards the studio apartment where Mad Money was taped.

We ran into some slow traffic ; however, the chauffeur was good at his job and got us to the studio about 15 minutes before I was due. I was met by the manufacturer who went over how the taping works. Jim asks questions, I answer them, often he has a rebuttal. We discuss important topics regarding what is happening with the company.

I asked the manufacturer when the tape recording would air, she said that it would air Midweek evening, which I was happy about.

Jim Cramer was his common ego, he was all over the studio asking questions, waiting for answers, and then hitting me with follow up doubt. All in all, we had a nice school term, rightfulness at the very end, I announced the gymnastic horse tracks being sold. I gave him a figure of 2 Billion dollars. He smiled and told me that the raft of selling the knight tracks was a home run of genius. I thanked him for the compliment. After the taping, I asked him if he had any clip to serve our board of director's meeting at 9 am, he told me that he's working Squawk Box at that hour and he thanked me for the invite. We shook handwriting and I left, however, before I left, I gave his manufacturer a check for his Jacob's ladder. I didn't make any character of big mass out of it, I just left it for him. She thanked me.

I took the limo back to the shopping center. Mom had already made us dinner reservations at an Italian restaurant in Little Italy. John was salivating at the thought of getting a true up New York pizza. In fact, I thought that maybe we might have to get a free one for him to bring back to the shopping center and eat later.

As we get to the eating place, it smells delicious. We all go inside. I see baskets of garlic dough on the tables. I see a couple of extra-large cheese pizzas on tabular array and they look and smell luscious. We Holy Order three extra enceinte pizzas and two baskets of garlic bread. I order a nursing bottle of Chianti for the lady and can to induce with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. St. John sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a corking time. When the pizza comes, John practically takes three fade and shoves them all in his oral fissure. We all just laugh at the silliness of John. I ask the waitress if we could also order another extra-large cheese to take with us back to the hotel. I see John's eye light up hearing the to go order.

We sit, we eat, we discuss the game programme for the display board encounter tomorrow. Mom wants to make it a blood-bath, but I talk her Down from the ledge. I have a plan and I would wish to execute it and bring in Polly squirm.

As we head back inside the Plaza, we send lavatory and Dakota up to their room. Mom wants to make a swallow in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and take a rear. The bar itself might just be the nicest hotel bar that I have ever been in. The seats are all cushioned leather, they are overstuff cushioned leather. The waitress is a delicious young gentlewoman that takes our edict and Mom's elbow room number.

Jill decides to throw a drink of wine, Mom decides on an old fashioned with top shelf liquor. Me ? I just have a nursing bottle of water. I didn't want to get to the compass point of not enjoying the appearance that Polly is intending on putting on for us.

I suggest to Mom that John, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the card coming together without Mom at first. About an time of day into the meeting, Mom would show up. When Polly decides that she wants to anticipate for a vote, that would be when Mom stands up and heads to the rostrum that I'm sure they will stimulate set up.

Mom would discuss what Bob wanted and why he hired both Jill and me to run Jaxson Inc. She would point out that he never was a fan of the control board since they all stuck their hands out wanting money but rarely offering anything of Charles Frederick Worth to the corp.

Mom thought it was a delightful idea, but she decided that she would arrive with us, but sit in the back. She wanted to watch the whole show from the first here and now that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions.

Mom warned that Polly will have a tenacious lean of my decisions, such as hiring Roger Johnson and paying him a top salary AND buying him a condominium and paying the HOA fees for two years.

Or hiring Jennifer, Saint John's Mom as the theatre director of very Estate and paying her a top remuneration. Or having Paula run Happy, Happee limo even though she doesn't have any managerial experience. Or having Sharon run things at the Hawk. Or spending $ 165 million to purchase 5 multistory situation buildings across the US and one in Toronto.

In summation, she'll probably bring up Tina, who was under a 5-year declaration with Jaxson Inc. but now is in Arizona with her mother, she'll most belike point in time out what a bad investing that was.

She'll also bring up the buying of two BMWs, one for Dakota and one for Tina, who isn't with the caller any tenacious. Buying two Mercedes, one for Jill and one for Sharon. And now, buying a new Impala for Jennifer. 5 automobile in just a few months.

In increase, she will most likely want to boot you our of the Chateau, but she probably doesn't know the new name for the residence and will most likely still squall it ‘ the Commune'and get an issue about your tenants.

I hugged Mom, she knew the fly-by-night manoeuvre of the board all too well. She spent a couple of minute regaling Jill and I with taradiddle about how very much they made Bob's biography wretched. I will, of course, make a full point to ‘ thank them'for all showing up to Bob's funeral…. oh wait, not a one one of them could be concerned that the father of the company passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to spend just one day showing their respects for the man that worked his ass off to make this company something special.

As we sat there discussing the plot plan, I noticed a twosome of mass paying attention to our conversation. One pair, Mr. and Mrs. Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. First the offered condolence on Bob's passing. Second, they informed us that they were in town because of the special group meeting that Polly had set up. They were supposed to be heading to the Bahama's to enjoy a brace weeks of R n R, but this meeting changed their plans. I was wary of them. Were they plants of Polly's ? Did they actually change their architectural plan to come to this meeting, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't ask in them to join us.

They thanked us and walked away, leaving the bar entirely. After a couple of hours, our boy toilet came down and found us. He wanted to bang if it was alright for him to society another pizza and have it UBER to the hotel. Jill and I just laughed, he really is a bottomless pit for foot, but I liked that he just didn't assume it was alright to use the company card, he asked first.

That brought Mom to another upshot, troupe cards. Mom was sure she would have a list of whom has been issued a corporate calling card and probably a list of all the expenditures spent on each card.

I was very glad with all this thought Mom had put into the board encounter. I noticed that John the Divine sat confining by listening and watching. I looked around and saw that we were the solely ones left in the bar, everyone else had left. I was still a bit uneasy about the Davidson couple, but it was too late to concern about it now.

To John's surprise, the Uber dame showed up with not one, but two cheese pizzas. I pulled out my card to pay for them, but John had already taken maintenance of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'rescue. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at Gospel According to John, but he was courteous enough to leave one pizza for the three of us and he took the early one up to his room with Dakota.

The bartender came over to us asking if we wanted any foster drinks as it was"last outcry ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another chalk of wine, me, I stuck to my bottled piddle which made Mom giggle.

Since we were alone in the bar, I tipped my helping hand a bit knowing that no one was around to heed, except for the bartender.

I let Mom have it away that one of the producers from Jim Cramer's shows Mad Money and Squawk Box would be in the crew observation and taping quietly. She would upload the whole confluence to her party boss back at the studio each clip we break for whatever reason. Mom loved the idea that we could if needed put fiddling Miss Polly and her useless daughter on video display on national TV, but I wasn't done. I told Mom that they would be running the taped segment I had with Jim Cramer later that day and announcing on home TV the sale of the sawhorse tracks.

Mom picked up her phone and dialed her stockbroker, which she got at home base in San Francisco, she told him to buy 10,000 shares at 9:01 am New York clip, the consequence the stock securities industry opens and to buy another 10,000 portion for Jill and me and put it on her account. A groggy stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the horse caterpillar track sale announced on Jim Cramer's show would move the stock by as much as $ 5 a share, I told her that might just be a bit low, but none the less it would set the board back on its heels.

As we finished our pizza pie, and Mom and Jill finished their drinks, we all got up. We hugged, we kissed, and we agreed to meet in the Plazas eating house at 6:30 to get breakfast and prep again for the meeting. Of course, having St. John eat breakfast with us here at the plaza might cost us quite a bit. This made all three of us laugh.

Jill and I walked helping hand in paw to our rooms. Mom walked on the other incline of me. When we got into the lift, Mom squeezed my butt, which made me smile.

When we each reached our suite, Mom kissed both Jill and I and headed into her room. Jill and I went into our suite, which I was sure that our Quaker Polly will ask why we didn't stay at the local Pinetree. I asked Jill to enquire our Pinetree phonograph recording and check to see if any of the display panel penis use the Pinetree or do they stay elsewhere. Jill logged into the government hepatic portal vein and found the entropy I wanted. I just smiled, leaned over and kissed my gorgeous wife.

We headed off to log Z's, all snuggled into one another.

CHAPTER 2

When we got up, Jill called the other two suite making sure that John and Dakota were up and getting make and checking on Mom. Of line, because of the grandness of the day, everyone was up and in various state of getting ready.

We all decided to just encounter at the eating place. Jill only took a few Sir Thomas More minutes, since she had begun an minute earlier.

I put on my substantially suit, but in my top dog, I thought about wearing a span of short and a Cuban style shirt, but I decided not to get fired before I had a chance to state my case.

When Jill was ready, we headed out to the elevator. It was nice staying on the seventeenth storey, one floor short of the top. At to the lowest degree we were sufficiency ‘ somebodies'to rate a high-end room here, but then again, they are more about showing up for a reserve and paying the money they requested.

When Jill and I reached the bottom floor, can and Dakota were already waiting for us. In my head, I was glad to see that privy was not challenging anything that Dakota said, he listened, he made notes, and he stayed silent.

Jill kissed John, I kissed Dakota and we headed into the eating house. The air hostess sat us in a gracious table, but she said she would bring Mom over when she came down. Jill texted her that we were all in the restaurant waiting for her. Mom texted back that she would be down in about a half 60 minutes and to order without her. That sparked privy, who told us that he slept like a baby with all that pizza pie in his belly. All three of us just laughed.

When the waiter arrived, he began to explain the daily chef specials. None of them really sounded that interesting. We all agreed that we missed Bobby and Sammy.

Mom arrived just an expected a half an hour later. can stood, pulled out a chairman for her and promote it into the tabular array. I get more and more proud of him as he continues to mature.

I look around the table, everyone is wearing their skilful kit. John has his black pinstriped suit on with a maroon shirt and a fateful and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a black attire and black Patten leather shoes with only about a 2"heel.

Jill was wearing a black wearing apparel as well, only she had a beautiful cobalt blue whack and matching blue clothes heels.

I wore my dark cause as well, however, I wore a oceanic abyss blueness attire shirt and a smutty and white swirled tie.

Mom decided to have up a middle finger's breadth to the board and wore a bright red dress with a inkiness belt and contraband shiny shoe with only about a 1"dog. She also wore a beautiful diamond and ruby neckless that hung in the low-cut V-neck of the dress. While Mom was a mantrap, today she was beautiful. Joh and Dakota both remarked about how gorgeous she looked.

Although I didn't know any of the mass who came to our table, Mom seemed to have intercourse all of them. After each one left, she had a comment about them. Mom asked can if he would escort her inside the display board get together room which he smiled and agreed to do so.

As the Litany of multitude slowed down, Mom decided that we needed to go over whom on the board was a friend, who was an enemy, and whom was neutral. To Mom, the achromatic ones were the cay to this meeting.

Mom pointed out that Polly genus Nestor, Darius Fishman, Jim Danley, and D'Nata Black were not friends.

She went on to say that Sam Michaelson, Donna sticking plaster, Anita Blackman, and Ronald Smitty were all friends.

The keys, according to Mom were the four neutral members : Virginia Pogue, Julie Shades, Mark McKenzie, and whoremaster Richardson.

Mom told us that the four electroneutral ones were a bit gun-shy and wouldn't take on Polly directly, but they would listen to reason and we could persuade them to think more rationally and not allow Polly to bully them into her way of thinking.

John out of the blue suggested that I ask them what they are expecting of a CEO. This was a terrific melodic theme I felt. I pulled out a small part of paper to write it down, but Dakota spun her supporter's book around to me. She already had it written down in her book.

Mom also pointed out that Polly will try to divide and subdue, meaning that Jill and I will be questioned separately. I suggested that Jill not take a backside anywhere except right next to me, this would be a sign of 1. Mom agreed.

We all ate a gracious hearty breakfast, although I think that trick wanted more food for thought, but he was showing headache for Dakota and Mom, which made Jill and I smile.

As we finished our breakfast, several people wished up ‘ good luck'at the circuit card meeting. john seemed surprised, Dakota seemed to just dislike these people.

We walked to our limousine. We had an older gentleman, who reminded me of Fred. Tall, stoic, polite and had everything ready for us.

John and I waited for the madam to get in the limo, then we entered. The chauffeur closed the door behind us and off we went towards Jaxson, Inc.

When we arrived, there were several new agency all set up waiting for us. We all smiled and walked right past them. We were greeted by the lead security man who greeted Mom with courtesy and professionalism. Mom gave him a speedy hug and off we went to the thirteenth floor where the group discussion elbow room was located.

I expected that the control panel would not be watching our entrance and thus may or may not know that Mom was with us. We knew immediately which elbow room held the coming together, the one that had several reporters and a twain of cameramen waiting for us.

Mom, Jill, Dakota, and Saint John all walked right by the press. I stopped for a couple of moments to respond a span of questions.

"Mr. Greene, Mr. Greene, what are you intending to say to the board today ?"was the foremost question, from Fox News.

"Well, come inside and find out for yourselves,"I replied.

The following one was from MSNBC,"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, do you have a bun in the oven to be employed by lunchtime, one board fellow member claims you will be ‘ out on your ass by lunchtime ’.

"wellspring, I guess at 12:01 pm we'll all find out, won't we ?"

"Last question,"I say.

"Mr. Greene, what will you do if you are let go by lunch period ?"coming from the NY Times.

"Well, I guess I'll go have lunch, does anyone fuck a good eating place around here ?"I ask eliciting a few chuckles. I thank everyone for their clock time and offer for them to come into the encounter, they all decline.

Once inside the meeting room, I see one of the producers from Jim Cramer's show as well as a twain of cameras set up in the back corner of the room. I nod to her and hold back walk towards Jill. John and Dakota have taken up tush behind Jill and me. Although I walked right past her, John whispered in my ear that Mom was all the way in the binding row of the room and in the middle of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The circuit card members file in and exact their seats in movement of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to bestow the get together to gild, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the head of the board. Polly had to justify to him.

"That's one misapprehension,"I say to Jill. She just smiles.

Mr. Michaelson begins,"member of the board, this limited meeting was called by control panel member Polly Nestor to discuss the performance of the company's CEO Saint David Greene. Mr. Greene, would you like to score an curtain raising comment to the board ?"

"Um, yes I would. Thanks to Elizabeth I, this is a complete waste of the plank's time. But, let's get on with this charade,"I say. I see Polly just fuming.

"Mr. Greene, my public figure is Polly, not Elizabeth,"she fumes.

"Oh, I don't know about that Elizabeth, it says here on the theme that I have your public figure is Elizabeth II Polly Nestor, or are you lying to the display board ?"I say.

"spring me THAT, you have no right to that info,"Polly says.

"Oh, but I do have that right. You see, under the corporate jurisprudence of New House of York, every board member is considered a world figure and thus submit to investigation, or didn't you know that Elizabeth ?"I say just mocking her and making her even madder.

"Mr. Graham Greene, why don't you call her by her gens, Polly ?"Mr. Michaelson asks.

"Because it's not her name. Her gens is Elizabeth and THAT is what I'm choosing to hollo her,"I say to him. He chuckles to himself. I remember what Mom had told me, that he was a champion on the board.

"well the name aside, what is it you would like to say to the gameboard ?"

"Mr. Davidson, I have nada further to say to the board at this time,"I tell him.

"other than Polly, is any board appendage wishing to make a statement at this time ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

Mr. Fishman, a non-friend chooses to shit a statement,"Thank you Mr. Chairman. I believe that this man has perpetrated a dupery against this troupe and should be removed. He has spent money like it was water. He has no compliments for any of the members of the board and he shows his hauteur by showing up without an attorney,"He says. Jill leans into me and susurration,"Not a very soundly opening statement, guess that's why Mom called him ‘ fish head'she says smiling.

"Um, Miss Graham Greene, would you like to make an curtain raising assertion as well ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

"fountainhead, yes. My public figure is Jill Morgan-Greene, not young woman Henry Graham Greene. I'm not trying to mislead any of the display panel members as to my figure, right Elizabeth ?"My married woman pokes the bear once again.

I whisper in her ear to remember that Mr. Davidson is a Friend but in a precarious placement being president of the board. She just smiles.

I add,"Mr. Davidson since this is Elizabeth's show, why don't we let her go commencement. I'm sure as shooting she has portion to say and ask me about,"I tell him. Mr. Davidson agrees and turns the questioning over to Polly.

"Saint David, do you understand why you are here ?"Polly begins.

"Um, Elizabeth, my name is Mr. Henry Graham Greene to you, we're not Quaker and only my admirer call me David,"I say to her poking the bear once again. I see Mr. Davidson smile and chuckle to himself.

"Whatever, MISTER GREENE, do you infer why you are even here today ?"Polly asks.

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A ridiculous board member, who believes that her unqualified daughter should receive my position, even though she has no business acumen, no history of successful workplace, and no ability to run a multi-national corporation. underworld, she's not even a lawyer,"I say to the board.

"She is too a lawyer, you need to get your facts straight,"Polly spews at me.

I manus some report to the clerk who in bit, hands them to Mr. Davidson."Mr. Greene, what is this that you're handing the board ?"He asks.

"This is a print out from all 50 states in the country showing that Alicia genus Nestor does not take a license to practice law in any of the 50 states. Oh, she graduated from law school, but she does not have a license at this moment. Care to argue with me Elizabeth I ?"I say once again poking the bear.

"No, Polly, this is a sound document that says your daughter has no current licence to practice law,"He tells Polly and the board as he hands the stack of theme around the board with each one looking through the papers.

"Also, Elizabeth, I am here today because I flew on a jet to get here yesterday. I didn't want to miss the pathetic show that you're trying to put on here,"I say once again poking the bear.

I hear some grumbling and whispers in the audience.

"Polly, please continue,"Mr. Davidson says.

"Mr. Greene, do you intromit that you spent this company's money willy-nilly ?"Polly asks.

"No, I don't admit anything of the such. maintenance to show everyone proof of your accusation ?"I ask.

"Here, right here. I have it on skillful potency that you spend this company's money as if it was your own. Care to deny that ?"Polly says.

"former than you Elizabeth, how many board members are lover of baseball, either the New Englander ( which gets some cheers from the crowd ) or the Mets ( not quite as practically cheering ) ?"I ask the plug-in in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

"Let's start with the Yankees,"I say hearing a few handful of cheers.

"Why do you think that the Bronx bomber pay Giancarlo Stanton $ 25 million a year over 13 years ?"I ask.

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the first to do,"Because they want to win. To be the outdo, and thus they pay for the best,"he tells the board.

"Exactly,"I say agreeing with him.

"Now, let 's move on to the Mets. Why do they pay $ 24 million a year to Robinson Cano ?"I ask.

Again, Mr. Fishman uses the same response to serve my question.

"Again, Mr. Fishman you are correct,"I say seeing him whiff his chest out in pride.

"Both of the New House of York baseball teams pay top dollar to key dislodge federal agent to put together a winning squad,"I tell the board.

Polly interjects,"Yes, that's nice, but we're talking business not baseball game,"she says.

"Elizabeth, do you even understand what I'm saying ? I pay top one dollar bill to masses that I've hired to get the near masses out there. multitude that I can depend on to work hard at improving our caller, isn't that what we want Elizabeth ?"Clearly, she is silent because she is beginning to look like a fool.

"Elizabeth I, I see that you have a Gucci Panthera tigris bag on your arm when walked into the board room. Why do you make that ?"I asked, knowing the answer before I asked the question.

"Because it is one of the comfortably out there,"Elizabeth says to me.

"So, you would tell this board that you pay top dollar for a handbag when you feel it's worth it ?"I ask.

"Of course,"she replies.

"Then you just validated why I pay top dollar sign for the masses that I've brought on to this company,"I tell her. She's still fuming but score one for me.

"It's NOT the Same thing,"she says with venom in her voice.

"Then delight, enlighten us how it's different,"I say to her.

She sits silent.

"It's just not the same,"she says again.

"Let's motility on,"Mr. Davidson says.

"How about all these machine you bought on party money ?"Elizabeth I asks.

"Oh, you mean the two BMWs that were promised but never delivered to Tina and Dakota, or maybe you mean that my wife, the Director of Financial Affairs is to be driving what ? A mid-80's Chevy ? Not really the proper car for a woman of her stature. Or maybe you believe that Jennifer, our music director of Real estate should also be driving around in an old hooptie-mobile ?"I ask.

"What's a hooptie-mobile ?"Elizabeth asks.

"It's an old piece of junk car that you keep back together with duct tapeline and chewing gum,"I say to her smiling.

"Who authorized the purchase of her 2019 Chevy Aepyceros melampus ?"Elizabeth asked.

"Me, David Greene, CEO of Jaxson Incorporated,"I say to her smiling.

I hear a smattering of chuckling in the audience.

"And you believe that you have the authority to do such a thing,"Elizabeth I asks.

"Until I'm either fired or no longer working here, YES !"I say with authority.

Polly asks the dining table to cast a vote on my preserve employment.

I feel a script on my articulatio humeri. It's Mom.

"Um, Mrs. Jaxson, we weren't notified that you would be attending this meeting,"Mr. Davidson says.

"As the largest unity stock-holder, I wasn't aware that I had to notify anyone of my legal action,"She tells the board with spitefulness in her voice and a smile on her face.

I lean over to Jill and whisper,"GAME ON1"

CHAPTER 3

Mom decides to strike on Elizabeth's ridiculous cause for calling this meeting.

"Um, Polly my dear, why again did you neutralise everyone's clip for this meeting ? Could it be so you could get another payment for being a gameboard member, but really not doing anything ?"Mom asks Polly directly.

Polly doesn't say a word.

St. John leans over to me and writes on my pill that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball reference. I smile an nod my brain. I was happy that John saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata Negroid had taken a defensive attitude attitude with her weapon system crossed on her chest. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ cunt'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a lavatory falling out as Dakota was pregnant. Before he even had clip to cede the break, Dakota had already gotten up and just walked out of the boardroom.

The remaining four of us all walked out together. I subtly signaled for the producer from Jim Cramer's appearance to follow us outdoor. Surprising to me, when we got into the hall, there were no reporters at all. The producer met us out in the hallway.

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, what are your plans when you return to the board coming together ?"She asked.

"Time to make them wriggle,"I tell her.

She smiles and heads down the hallway to the ladies'way. Thankfully, Dakota was on her way back so there was no chance of her getting trapped in the restroom.

When Dakota got back to us, she told us that Donna Plaster was in the peeress room as well and told Dakota that she thought that I was making Polly look silly and that she loved me calling her Elizabeth and not Polly.

The circuit board way clerk came out to the hall and summoned everyone back into the room.

Once we were all seated, Polly tried to swagger herself into opening the meeting. Again Mr. Davidson had to knock her back down a peg for which she apologized.

"That's twice,"I say. Mom smiles. Jill smiles.

"Mr. Davidson, may I yield a state of the troupe update ?"I ask.

"Of course, Mr. Henry Graham Greene. You may suffer the floor,"he tells me.

I decide to get up and walk around. I know that I think better when I'm on my feet. John is just smiling, he has an approximation of what's coming.

"Members of the panel, I want to learn a few second of your fourth dimension and update you on the State of the caller, all of the company,"I say to the board.

"A few calendar month ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a company called Happy, Happee limo. This leverage leads to early acquisitions. well-chosen, Happee limo was created by a womanhood named Sasha. However, Sasha was a shady character reference. She bought former ship's company and hid them under the permission of Happy, Happee Limo. She had several horse caterpillar tread, a recording studio, a drugstore group, and a trucking company. All of these caller were acquired for no additional cost to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip production, a porn studio,"I tell them.

This, of row, outrages Elizabeth.

"Mr. Graham Greene, are you telling this instrument panel that Jaxson, Inc. owns a pornographic studio apartment ?"She barks.

"No, not at all. Within a hebdomad of finding out that we had acquired a porn studio apartment, I phone Bob who instructed me to rule a new owner, which I did. I found a college student named Allison. She was working hard, very severely to crap Tulip production work. Per Bob's request, I sold Tulip yield to Allison for a zero-interest loan. Bob felt that we needed to get this company off our al-Qur'an, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her world-class payment, just this preceding Sunday. She gave me a money order in an envelope for me to deposit, which my other help, Amy has done for us,"I tell the display board members.

"Go on Mr. Henry Graham Greene,"Mr. Davidson says.

"Thank you, Mr. Davidson,"I say.

"Now, it is promiscuous to indorsement guessing the deal, but followed Bob Jaxson's guidance and sold off Tulip output and now have an income into Jaxson Inc. From there, I moved on to the trucking company. We merged it with our own truckage and logistics company. One of the things that occurred right away was the price of motortruck tires went up dramatically and the quality of the tyre dropped dramatically. I contact several tire manufacture companies. One companionship was bequeath to put to work with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tire and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking locations. We increased the sale price of the tyre only a little bit. Within 9 day we had sold out of the 1000 tire, so I ordered more tire, twice the amount and had them shipped to the same 15 emplacement, again we sold out, this time in 8 days. There was no mistaking this, we had a waiting list from each of our 15 locations. Again, we ordered another double the identification number of tires bringing us to a total of 4,000 tire. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tyre in 11 daylight. Now, on the face, we were keeping all the used truck tires that needed to be sent for retreading to BF GOODRICH'S rework localisation just outside of Dallas, TX. We ship them to the localization, they retread them, and they pay to ship them to the 15 locations, which in turn we sell at a deeply discounted price for trailers, chinchy Leontyne Price than any other tire distributor in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the fountainhead nodding, even Elizabeth.

I move on to the recording studio."From the hauling company, we move onto the recording studio. So far, we have only made minimal improvement, but steam is beginning to roll,"I tell them.

"After the transcription studio, we look at the drugstore ship's company. We hired a president, who unfortunately passed away a twosome of weeks ago. We are currently interviewing replacement candidates,"I tell them.

"Now, onto the horse cart track. There are lots of governmental regularisation, each one unlike by state. I took a good hard look, along with my wife at the knight caterpillar track. We made the decision to sell them. We were contacted by an investment group led by one of the largest stockholders of Churchill pile. They made us an offer, we countered and voila we have a hatful,"I say to the board.

"Just how little did you get for these wonderful knight tracks ? I'm sure you didn't get enough,"Elizabeth I says to me.

"Oh, I got enough,"I tell her and the board.

"Well, how a good deal is ‘ enough'?"Elizabeth says again.

"I'm not sure you're ready to get a line that number,"I say to them.

"Mr. Greene, the table would wish to bonk what amount of money you received for the horse trail. Did it exceed 100 million ?"Mark McKenzie asks.

"Yes, just a bit more than that amount,"I say to him smiling.

I lean back to John and ask him to write out the sale sum of money. He picks up a thick black sharper and writes the amount of money $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the augury up for the gameboard members to read. No one speaks, nor do they urinate a sound. can turns around the sign so the people in the audience can see the price. I hear John's favored Book come from the hearing,"Fuck, ”. This causes John to laugh out meretricious. I just chuckle, Dakota laughs out loud as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

"Um, Mr. Greene, are you telling us that you sold all the knight tracks for 2 billion dollars ?"Mr. Davidson asked.

"Yes, of line, oh, and did I mention that there was no price in acquiring the horse cavalry path, so the money is consummate net. Isn't that what you pay me to do, take in this company an insane amount of money ?"I ask of them.

"Shall we talk about the Pinetree and the restaurant group ?"I ask.

"The Pinetree is undergoing monumental alteration to upgrade the unit marque. We are going to position the brand in the Marriott Courtyard level. We're going to have a interior contest to rename the steel to something that we all like. As for the restaurant mathematical group, we have a unit in Tampa, Florida that has a manager who has added something to make the eatery become more interesting. He has added to the menu by including the Cuban intellectual nourishment that is popular in Tampa. I'm adding this to our brand across the body politic, adding cultural menu choice for the eating house patrons to enjoy,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to come up to the board,"I would wish to volunteer a suggestion to the plank. We need to remove the chapiter on Jill's and Jacques Louis David's incentive social structure. Let me call for a voting, all those in favor say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the big stockholder and along with our stock, she now has Thomas More than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this cockcrow."motility viewpoint and is passed,"Mom tells the panel. Elizabeth I is now madder than before. She reels backward realizing that she is powerless to defeat Mom's proposals.

"Elizabeth II, this one is for you, I nominate that Elizabeth I Polly genus Nestor be let go from the board of directors and that all circuit board members not be allowed to hold a position foresighted than 20 yr. Also, that to meet any compensation for being a board member, you must look all 4 board meetings otherwise you receive to a lesser extent money from your fitting to the panel. In gain, I nominate David Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now have a contract for not 5 geezerhood but 10 long time, along with his married woman our Director of Financial amour,"Mom nominates.

"All those in favor, say AYE, commodity, motion passed,"Mom says to the board.

"Um, Elizabeth, did you just realize that you just got fired from the board ?"I say to her.

"No, waiting. You can't do that ?"She says.

"Oh, but we can. Mrs. Jaxson has tote up control of the balloting ploughshare of the stock,"I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. The security comes and bodyguard Elizabeth out of the display panel way. The five of us just wave arrivederci to her, she is fuming and not well-chosen at all. I'm smiling, Jill's smile, Mom's smile, and of course lav and Dakota are smiling.

We get up and head out of the board room, saying our goodbyes to the board members.

As we head into the hallway, I see our ally from Jim Cramer's show on the phone talking a mile a bit. We thank everyone and head to the limo. Our baggage is already in the limousine as the shopping mall held it for us and then loaded it into the limo for us.

"Um, Mom, who paid for the Plaza ?"I asked her even though I knew she did.

Mom remained silent."David, I want to sell my home in the Hamptons. I understand from my realtor friend that that chore kid wants my house and is offering 11 million for it, which I think I'll take,"Mom tells me. I just give her a hug.

"Do you need any avail backpacking ?"I ask.

"No, not really. I think I'll probably keep about a room full-of-the-moon of stuff and sell the remainder. Too many bad memories,"Mom tells me.

"OK, you decide, it's your plate,"I tell her.

The limo full point in front of Mom's jet. We all get out and deport our own luggage on to the jet. The copilot takes the luggage and stows it away. We all take a buns. The woodworking plane foreland down the runway and into the air to lead back home.

CHAPTER 4

The four-hour flight of stairs was uneventful. We were all wired from Polly being escorted out of the boardroom.

I received a textbook from Roger.

Firearm permits were approved. I overnighted them to your home. I saw the Jim Cramer display, congrats on your sale of the cavalry path. 2 billion for all the tracks is an pose number. mouth to you soon, Roger.

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner tonight to celebrate. I ask John how our Malcolm stock is doing."Up, way, way up,"he tells me.

"How far up is way, way up ?"I ask.

"It's up $ 21.75, and there is still a couple of hr of NYSE time available,"Saint John the Apostle tells me. I was gladiolus to see John staying abreast of our stock.

"Anyone up for a dinner out tonight ?"I ask. Dakota moves over future to me and suggests Longhorn chophouse. I love the thought and have trick and Dakota tell everyone that I want to take everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG son, and Fred. I get a couple of text messages saying that Longhorn sounds Delicious. I ask that everyone is contacted.

Jill, John, and Dakota are texting everyone. So far no one has declined the invite.

I ask everyone in the carpenter's plane,"Should we invite Elizabeth ?"I say laughing out forte. privy also laughs and asks me,"Why did you keep calling her Elizabeth ?"

"For two reasons, one I knew it pissed her off and two it made her look silly using a name because you don't like your god given name,"I tell him. He ponders what I have just told him for a here and now then adds,"Should I text her and ask for her to our celebratory dinner ?"John asks smiling the wholly time.

I just shake my head no, no indigence to poke the bear any longer, we won and we don't need to be bad mutation with our win.

I ask Jill if we should stop and purchase some guns since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a proficient thought. She began texting Fred to let him know that we are all going to Longhorn, but that we wanted to stop over and demand advantage of our carry permit and purchase a duet of guns. He texted back that he will throw a stretch limo at the airdrome shortly when we arrive.

Mom looks exhausted. I have her sit down next to me. I begin to rub her feet. She tilts her head back and just let me make her feel better by rubbing her feet. I hear some mild moaning as I reach the arches.

It 's not long before I hear the landing gear lock into place, and we begin our downslope into LAX. As we touch down on the rails, Dakota is squeezing my hand. She still doesn't like this parting of the trip.

I lean over and snog her. I lean the other way and kiss Mom. As the jet comes to a stop, I see out the window that Fred is waiting with the torso opened and the back up room access undetermined. The co-pilot begins bringing down the luggage to the ft of the stairs. Fred picks them up and puts them into the torso. The three ladies seem all wiped out. I pull Fred aside and ask if we could stop at a gun shop. He hands me a FedEx envelope that has our gun carry permits inside of the envelope.

I open the envelope and bridge player Dakota, John, and Jill their carry licence. Dakota really seems shake. I text Jennifer and Paula that I had their carry permits. I also texted Marcus that I had his carry Trachinotus falcatus. He texted back that he was excited that they came so soon. I asked Fred to give us the computer address for the gun shop he was taking up to. I texted it to Jennifer, Paula, and Marcus. All of whom said they would meet us there. I guessed that Jennifer was still driving everyone in her new Impala.

When Fred pulled into the gun shop parking lot, he tried to park away from the front threshold, but alas he ended up in a corner of the parking lot.

Before we got out of the limo, Jennifer's new Green River Aepyceros melampus entered the parking lot. It was nice to see her still smiling over her new car.

We all got out of our respective fomite and went inside. We were met by a large man who probably tilted the scales in the 375 to 400-pound range. We all showed him our carry permits. He told us to look around and he would reply any questions we might have.

I selected the same example that I took the gun class with, a Smith & Wesson 9mm. John also selected a standardised framework for himself. Dakota, with the smaller hands, chose a minuscule 9 mm that only held 12 in the cartridge clip. The gunman that John and I selected held 17 in the magazine.

Marcus chose a Glock 9 mm. Jennifer and Paula also selected a Glock each. Only Mom chose not to deliver a firearm, but then again there was no run permit for her in the envelope.

I asked if we could experience three boxful of ammo and a holster for each gun. He gladly offered us shoulder holsters, waistline holsters, and even ankle holsters. We all chose a waistline holster, but John also selected a shoulder holster. Jill didn't want a holster, she only wanted it to be stored safely in her purse. Dakota, Jennifer, and Paula all followed suit. The gun shop man also threw in gun trigger lock chamber to keep anyone from using our hitman when we weren't using them, for example in the Chateau when we are entertaining. I knew we were going to have a gun condom, but when will the locksmith guy get to installing that ?

I paid for all the weapon system on my corporate credit card. The heavyset man who sold us all our guns smiled when he saw the total. We all walked out of the gun shop with our purchases and with the holsters and with some ammo. In the limousine, lav, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our mag.

I assumed that the ladies in the green Impala were doing the like thing. Fred took us to Longhorn where Bobby, Sammy, and Diane along with Donna were waiting for us to arrive. For whatever understanding, the CG boys did not join us for dinner. BJ and Danni did get a few minutes later in Danni's car.

Dakota leaned over to me and said,"Down Daddy, you'll get your shot soon enough,"she said smiling at me.

John announced that the market had closed about an hr ago, shares of Jaxson Inc. stock ended up going up a record $ 37.50 per share, the greatest one day profit in Jaxson Inc history. I did the mathematics quick for Dakota, 10,000 plowshare up by $ 37.50 per share equal Dakota's stock increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the eatery. I noticed three Hispanic American youths just kind of hanging around outside the main door.

John, Marcus and I walked right on by them into the eatery. Fred parked the limo and joined us inside.

The stewardess took us to our tabular array, where the peeress were already laughing and having a good clip. I looked around and didn't see Amy.

"Did anyone remember to ask over Amy ?"I asked.

Silence.

I just shook my head. John was already texting Amy telling her to get her precious ass over to longhorn's Steakhouse because Daddy wants to see her. She texted back that she would be here shortly.

I smiled hearing that she was on way. Dakota had told her to drive her BMW. A few minutes later, Amy walked into the restaurant. She laughed when she saw St. John the Apostle doing his best ‘ Polly gets the boot ’. Mom was laughing so hard, I thought she was going to snort her drink out through her nose from whoremonger's antics.

I ordered another round of appetizers and of course, I kept the cheesy shrimp when two of them came to the table. I wasn't about to let one of then go to Gospel According to John and get eaten like a termite eats wood.

Amy came over to me and kissed me."Thank you, pappa, I thought that I had done something wrong to not be invited to dinner,"Amy tells me. I just hug her and kiss her.

"You should bang by now that I invite everyone, if you didn't get an invite, then just textbook Dakota, she knows, she always knows,"I say to Amy.

Amy plunks herself down between Dakota and Jill with everyone just enjoying each former's ship's company. As the main course arrived, our boy John once again showed augury of maturity again taking care that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to fling and decree a fully loaded baked potato. King John didn't think there was enough butter or morose cream and asked for more for Diane. The waiter brought more quickly. Diane just smiled and rubbed his thigh.

Again, it seemed obvious to me that Dakota was really showing some size to her belly. I hadn't announced it yet, so I decided that now was as adept a sentence as any.

"Hey, everyone may I bear your attention please,"I ask of the table. I leaned in and kissed Jill, she knew what I was about to severalise everyone.

"Jill and I would like to declare that we're expecting !"I say to the entire group.

Everyone starts hugging Jill. Dakota hugs me as well. Bobby and Sammy commence chatting about some different cooking to appease now three ladies who are pregnant.

Mom is chatting with Jill, Diane, and Dakota telling all three of them how she wished that she and Bob found the time to have children, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the right time to have tike. She was looking forward to being ‘ Grandma ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no longer on the board of theater director, Mom now controlled the majority of the line of descent and liked where Jill and I were taking the company.

Kim and Kay sat at the opposite end of the table chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the table. I took a chair from a table behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"gentlewoman, are you having a good sentence ? It seemed the other Nox that you and the porno similitude were having a good treatment, anything I should know about ?"I asked.

"No, nothing now. We chatted with your lady Allison, she's really overnice. She tried her adept to deter us from making another smut. We're considering what she said to us but knowing that you sanction of Allison goes a foresightful way with us,"Kay tells me.

"Um, did you differentiate your Uncle yet about what you two are thinking about ?"I asked.

"Oh, of course, he says that since we are adults, we get to pretend our own decision on what to do with our bodies. However, Allison keeps telling us that a porn vocation can take a turn for the worse if one isn't careful,"Kim says.

"She's right. The porn Twin and Belinda have all told me that they want out of the porn industriousness, which is why they are getting snag so cheaply for my pool house. I want them to be successful at leaving the industriousness, if that's what they really want to do,"I say to them.

"Yeah, but porn for twins remuneration really well,"Kim follows up.

"I'm sure it does, but do I not pay the both of you enough ?"I ask.

"No, you pay us just fine. We're just exploring all our pick. You can't be pappa forever,"Kay says.

I guess my face showed my letdown as they changed the conversation to a different topic. I kissed each lady and headed back to my seat.

As we finished up with dinner, I asked for the flyer. The server brought the flyer over and I used my Jaxson Inc. incorporated notice. Mom kissed me on the cheek and thanked Jill and I for a delightful day.

We all gathered our things and headed towards the front door.

CHAPTER 5

At first, four of our ma'am walked outside. whoremaster, Fred, Marcus, and I followed second later.

When we stepped outside, the three Hispanic youths that we saw when we entered were now holding gun on us. John and Fred both reached for their own accelerator pedal. They three youths warned them not to ‘ try it ’.

I stepped forward looking at whom I thought to be the leader of the three.

"Hey guys, there's no need to extract your gas pedal out at a family eating place like this one,"I say.

"Give us all your money, Cabrone,"the leader says to me.

John is ready to pick out them on, but I ask him to plunk for down a slight.

"Guys, do you all go to a gambling casino to play poker game ?"I ask.

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood parkland. They have our dearie game, Texas clench'em"their drawing card says.

"So right now, you are holding a pair jacks in your hired hand. The river turns up another seafarer, so now you have three diddlysquat,"I say to him.

"Huh ? What are you talking about ? Give us your money or we will dart you,"the leader says.

"Shoot me ? You don't even realize that there are two fag on the table, but you're only worried about that diddlysquat because it makes your hand better,"I say.

The leader is really garbled as to why I'm talking about wit when they are holding hit man on us.

"You decide to go ‘ all in'and bet all that you have, a good deal like right now. You're betting your entire future for what a few measly dollar sign ? Not a smart period of play valet,"I look justly into the eye of the leader.

"spring us your money, clean boy,"the second one says to me.

"So, you're holding a span of diddlyshit plus one on the river giving you three gob, much like you three betting your living for a couple of bucks,"I say.

"I decide to go all in as well, but you're going to lose and you don't even love why,"I tell them.

"springiness us your money, this is your net monition,"the third gear one says.

"I turn over my pair of cards to show you that I have a duet of queen mole rat and putting them with the pair on the table give me four Queens, and everyone knows that four king ALWAYS beats three doodly-squat,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the lantern slide on her gun back to betoken a gun is behind our three youthfulness. The loss leader turns around to see Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and Sharon all holding cocked guns at the three youths. The leader says something in Spanish to the other bozo. They all lay their guns on the ground and put their hands in the air.

Only about 30 seconds later, Police showed up and arrested our Hispanic young. I was so proud of the ma'am. They used their firearms wisely and were not afraid one bit. It turns out that Kim and Kay had gotten to the threshold behind us and saw the three guy cable with the guns. They went to the air hostess stand and dialed 911 giving the parking brake operator the address for the holdup.

I hugged each peeress. toilet checked for Diane to work indisputable she was safe. I went over to Dakota and Jill and teasingly scolded them."Couldn't delay to use your guns eh ?"I said smiling. The four girlfriend all kissed me, all though Sharon did squash my ass during her kiss.

"Let's go home, it's much dependable there and we can all get naked,"I say to everyone.

We all get into a car or limo and question home.

On the way, Dakota takes charge and unzips me, fishes out my cock and puts it in her backtalk. She's licking the underside, getting my hammer all wet and hard from her wonderful oral accomplishment. Jill moves over to the seat following to me in the limo. She places a hired hand on the vertebral column of Dakota's head pushing her towards my pelvis. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my cock head is touching her uvula. Lots of saliva was escaping her cute short mouth. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Mom slid the privacy screen down a bit and asked Fred if he was up to spending the night, which he gracefully accepted.

I texted Paula that Fred was going to spend the night and thus won't be bringing the limousine back to the cleanup area tonight. She texted back that she was already at the Chateau, but she would let the nightlong manager know the situation with the limo.

As I was getting close to cumming, I let Dakota know. She, as usual, just kept on licking and sucking my manhood.

"darn Dakota, you are so getting better at this,"I say as I shoot all my seed into her accepting mouth. I hear her swallow three times letting none of it escape. I kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue. She hugs me hard and leans her head on my articulatio humeri purring in my ear.

When you are distracted by a beautiful womanhood sucking on your rooster the driveway time to get abode passes quite quickly.

As Fred pulls into the courtyard, I announce that we are home. Fred holds the door open and the trunk popped. Each of us reaches into the trunk and grab our own luggage. However, Fred won't let Mom take her own luggage, instead, he offers to transport it into the house for her. I just smile, it's nice to see Mom happy.

I hear the garage doorway open. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our bedroom and just dump the clothes into the hamper. I put my suitcase in the closet and am glad that we are home. I shed my dress and head in to take away a shower. Again, I'm happy that this rain shower has instantaneous hot water supply. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to exit the shower, Amy stepped in.

She came over to me and began to stroke my peter."Daddy, I know that you were gone just two days, but I missed you so much,"she said to me looking into my eyes.

I hug her and snog her. I feel her warm modest hands stroking my hard stopcock. I lift her up by her shank, she wraps her legs around me. I step forward pushing her back against the wall of the shower. I lower her Down slowly. Her sweet silky pussy coast down onto my cock. We begin to thrust in unison. It doesn't take up very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD DADDY, YOU look SO piece of tail WONDERFUL inside OF MY LITTLE pussy,"she says as the firstly orgasm drum roll through her body.

I keep thrusting into her and she keeps cumming,"OH GAWD dad, I FEEL YOU SO DEEP IN ME. YOU shuffling ME CUM SO HARD, SO HARD,"she says as another sexual climax rolls through her body.

As that wonderful familiar pang made its appearance in my body, Amy came one more than sentence,"OH GAWD pappa, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !"She says to me as I begin to shoot into her sweet tight lilliputian pussy.

"OH, shtup ME AMY, YOU spirit SO GAWD DAMN WONDERFUL,"I say to her. I shoot all I have into her. We look into each other's centre and embrace again. She begins to kiss me, and I respond kissing her as well.

As we both settle down, we step out and dry each other off. Once we are all dry, she walks bare into my bedroom. I put on a pair of boxers and a white tee shirt and head out to the hallway. Amy takes my script and leads me to the kitchen. I see Sammy and Bobby working diligently.

Bobby is making a lulu called ‘ Bangers and Mashed ’. I had to ask what it was. He explained that it is a sausage with a thick mashed potato and a dark brown boom. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delightful fresh tunny appetiser on some Ritz redneck ready for us to eat.

I sat at the head of the new dining way table. I see Fred and Mom holding paw. Fred is making her a plate of food which he carries over to the dining room table. I think to myself how becoming the Chauffeur really changed my aliveness for the better.

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