The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The Board of film director

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 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 less than 48 hours all the dame had at least two patch of luggage.

Fred was ready for all of us with a reach limo. He stood there stoically holding the stern door open for us and having the trunk overt and waiting.

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

Once we were all in the limousine, the driving force to the drome was rather speedy as there was minuscule to no traffic on the road. Everyone looked pall as we had played rather unvoiced the retiring couple of Day. Mom, lav, and Jill all sat next to each former and of course, my darling Dakota sat next to me. I did bill that she was beginning to await a bit plumper. The maternity was obviously beginning to indicate. Dakota put her head on my shoulder and just dozed off.

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

The flight was uneventful. The four hours passed quickly. When we landed in NYC our limousine was waiting for us. The weather condition was delightful, spring-like. The jet was parked, and we all got off. The co-pilot removed all our baggage and the limo driver put it in the proboscis of the limo.

The device driver took us to the Plaza as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three rooms. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for trick and Dakota, although they had separate seam to catch some Z's on.

I noticed that Saint John the Apostle had bought himself an assistant's notebook that resembled Dakota's. So far, he was listening and taking notes, which made me proud of him.

When we arrived at the piazza, the bellman retrieved our luggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The staff extremity gave us all the charge plate keys to get into our retinue. I noticed the time and made my way to the limo again to direct towards the studio where Mad Money was taped.

We ran into some easy dealings ; 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 producer who went over how the taping works. Jim asks interrogative, I answer them, often he has a rebutter. We discuss important theme regarding what is happening with the company.

I asked the producer when the tape would air, she said that it would air Wednesday eve, which I was happy about.

Jim Cramer was his usual self, he was all over the studio asking interrogation, waiting for solvent, and then hitting me with comply 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 great deal of selling the buck track was a mark of genius. I thanked him for the compliment. After the taping, I asked him if he had any prison term to attend our plank of director's meeting at 9 am, he told me that he's working Squawk Box at that hr and he thanked me for the invite. We shook men and I left, however, before I left, I gave his producer a check for his charity. I didn't make any case of big deal out of it, I just left it for him. She thanked me.

I took the limousine back to the Plaza. Mom had already made us dinner reservations at an Italian eating place in Little Italy. Gospel According to John was salivating at the thought of getting a true New York pizza pie. In fact, I thought that maybe we might give birth to get a spare one for him to bring back to the Plaza and eat later.

As we get to the eating place, it smells delicious. We all go inside. I see basket of garlic wampum on the tabular array. I see a match of extra-large cheese pizza on tables and they look and smell Delicious. We rules of order three extra large pizza pie and two baskets of garlic loot. I rules of order a bottle of Chianti for the ladies and St. John to possess with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. can sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a keen time. When the pizza comes, John practically takes three cut and shoves them all in his lip. 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 eyes light up hearing the to go order.

We sit, we eat, we discuss the game plan for the circuit board meeting tomorrow. Mom wants to make it a blood-bath, but I talk her Down from the ledge. I have a architectural plan and I would wish to put to death it and make Polly squirm.

As we head back inside the Plaza, we send John the Evangelist and Dakota up to their room. Mom wants to sustain a drink in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and have a seat. The bar itself might just be the squeamish hotel bar that I have ever been in. The seats are all cushioned leather, they are overstuff cushioned leather. The waitress is a delightful vernal lady that takes our order and Mom's way number.

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

I suggest to Mom that Saint John, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the board confluence without Mom at first. About an hr into the encounter, Mom would evince up. When Polly decides that she wants to visit for a voter turnout, that would be when Mom stands up and heads to the dais that I'm sure they will sustain set up.

Mom would talk about 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 instrument panel since they all stuck their workforce out wanting money but rarely offering anything of worth to the corporation.

Mom thought it was a delicious idea, but she decided that she would get with us, but sit in the back. She wanted to watch the hale show from the foremost instant that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions.

Mom warned that Polly will get a long list of my decisions, such as hiring Roger LBJ and paying him a top salary AND buying him a condominium and paying the HOA fees for two years.

Or hiring Jennifer, John's Mom as the theatre director of literal acres and paying her a top wage. Or having Paula run Happy, Happee limo even though she doesn't have any managerial experience. Or having Sharon run things at the war hawk. Or spending $ 165 million to purchase 5 multistory business office construction across the US and one in Toronto.

In addition, she'll probably work up Tina, who was under a 5-year contract with Jaxson Inc. but now is in Arizona with her mother, she'll most probable point out what a bad investment funds that was.

She'll also bring up the buying of two BMWs, one for Dakota and one for Tina, who isn't with the companionship any longsighted. Buying two Mercedes, one for Jill and one for Sharon. And now, buying a new Aepyceros melampus for Jennifer. 5 cars 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 epithet for the residence and will most probable still bid it ‘ the Commune'and make an government issue about your tenants.

I hugged Mom, she knew the suspicious tactics of the board all too well. She spent a couple of hours regaling Jill and I with taradiddle about how much they made Bob's life history pitiful. I will, of course of instruction, make a tip to ‘ thank them'for all showing up to Bob's funeral…. oh wait, not a single one of them could be concerned that the beginner of the company passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to expend just one day showing their esteem for the man that worked his ass off to make this company something special.

As we sat there discussing the game plan, I noticed a couple of masses paying attending to our conversation. One couple, Mr. and Mrs Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. First the offered commiseration on Bob's passing. Second, they informed us that they were in town because of the limited group meeting that Polly had set up. They were supposed to be heading to the Bahama's to enjoy a couple week of R n R, but this meeting changed their design. I was wary of them. Were they industrial plant of Polly's ? Did they actually change their plans to come to this meeting, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't ask round them to bring together us.

They thanked us and walked away, leaving the bar entirely. After a twain of hours, our boy St. John the Apostle came down and found us. He wanted to love if it was alright for him to order of magnitude 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 circuit card, he asked first.

That brought Mom to another yield, company cards. Mom was indisputable she would experience a list of whom has been issued a corporal card and probably a tilt of all the expenditures spent on each card.

I was very happy with all this thought Mom had put into the control board meeting. I noticed that lavatory sat close by listening and watching. I looked around and saw that we were the but ones left in the bar, everyone else had left. I was still a bit awkward about the Davidson duet, but it was too lately to worry about it now.

To John's surprise, the Uber noblewoman showed up with not one, but two Malva sylvestris pizzas. I pulled out my card to pay for them, but John Lackland had already taken forethought of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'deliverance. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at John, but he was courteous enough to leave one pizza pie for the three of us and he took the other one up to his way with Dakota.

The bartender came over to us asking if we wanted any further drinks as it was"hold up call ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another deoxyephedrine of wine, me, I stuck to my bottled water which made Mom giggle.

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

I let Mom recognize that one of the producers from Jim Cramer's shows Mad Money and Squawk Box would be in the gang watching and taping quietly. She would upload the whole get together to her chief back at the studio apartment each time we break for whatever reason. Mom loved the thought that we could if needed put little Miss Polly and her useless girl on showing on national TV, but I wasn't done. I told Mom that they would be running the taped section I had with Jim Cramer later that day and announcing on internal TV the sale of the horse tracks.

Mom picked up her telephone set and dialed her stockbroker, which she got at plate in San Francisco, she told him to buy 10,000 contribution at 9:01 am New York time, the consequence the parentage market surface and to buy another 10,000 percentage for Jill and me and put it on her account. A groggy stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the horse track sale announced on Jim Cramer's show would incite the stock by as a good deal 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, and Mom and Jill finished their swallow, we all got up. We hugged, we kissed, and we agreed to meet in the Plazas eatery at 6:30 to have breakfast and prep again for the meeting. Of course, having 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 hand in hand to our retinue. Mom walked on the other side of me. When we got into the elevator, 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 surely that our friend Polly will ask why we didn't hitch at the local Pinetree. I asked Jill to investigate our Pinetree records and check to see if any of the board member use the Pinetree or do they quell elsewhere. Jill logged into the judicature portal and found the selective information I wanted. I just smiled, leaned over and kissed my gorgeous married woman.

We headed off to sleep, all snuggled into one another.

CHAPTER 2

When we got up, Jill called the early two suites making certain that John and Dakota were up and getting fix and checking on Mom. Of course, because of the grandness of the day, everyone was up and in diverse Department of State of getting ready.

We all decided to just meet at the restaurant. Jill only took a few more minutes, since she had begun an hour earlier.

I put on my best suit, but in my headland, I thought about wearing a twain of short and a Cuban style shirt, but I decided not to get fired before I had a chance to DoS my case.

When Jill was gear up, we headed out to the elevator. It was courteous staying on the 17th level, one base short of the top. At least we were enough ‘ somebodies'to charge per unit a high-end room here, but then again, they are more about showing up for a reservation and paying the money they requested.

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

Jill kissed John, I kissed Dakota and we headed into the restaurant. The air hostess sat us in a nice table, but she said she would add Mom over when she came down. Jill texted her that we were all in the eating house waiting for her. Mom texted back that she would be down in about a half time of day and to gild without her. That sparked can, who told us that he slept like a baby with all that pizza in his venter. 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 hr later. john stood, pulled out a chairwoman for her and pushed it into the board. I get to a greater extent and more than proud of him as he continues to mature.

I look around the table, everyone is wearing their best outfit. John has his disastrous pinstriped cause on with a maroon shirt and a black and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a black dress and melanize Patten leather shoes with only about a 2"heel.

Jill was wearing a black dress as well, only she had a beautiful atomic number 27 blueing knock and matching blue dress heels.

I wore my smuggled suit as well, however, I wore a cryptical blueness frock shirt and a shameful and white swirled tie.

Mom decided to throw up a middle finger's breadth to the gameboard and wore a bright red dress with a black belt and dark shiny horseshoe with only about a 1"heel. She also wore a beautiful baseball diamond and ruby neckless that hung in the low-cut V-neck of the clothes. While Mom was a knockout, today she was beautiful. Joh and Dakota both remarked about how gorgeous she looked.

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

As the litany of people slowed down, Mom decided that we needed to go over whom on the plank was a ally, who was an enemy, and whom was electroneutral. To Mom, the neutral one were the keys 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 adhesive plaster, Anita Blackman, and Ronald Smitty were all friends.

The keys, according to Mom were the four neutral penis : Virginia Pogue, Julie tincture, Mark McKenzie, and John Richardson.

Mom told us that the four neutral 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 reserve Polly to browbeat them into her way of intellection.

whoremonger out of the blue suggested that I ask them what they are expecting of a CEO. This was a marvellous mind I felt. I pulled out a small piece of report to write it down, but Dakota spun her assistant's book around to me. She already had it written down in her book.

Mom also pointed out that Polly will try to split up and conquer, meaning that Jill and I will be questioned separately. I suggested that Jill not submit a seat anywhere except mightily succeeding to me, this would be a preindication of oneness. Mom agreed.

We all ate a nice hearty breakfast, although I think that John wanted more food, but he was showing business concern for Dakota and Mom, which made Jill and I smile.

As we finished our breakfast, various people wished up ‘ good fate'at the control panel get together. St. John seemed surprised, Dakota seemed to just dislike these people.

We walked to our limo. 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 noblewoman 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 respective new agencies all set up waiting for us. We all smiled and walked compensate past them. We were greeted by the lead protection man who greeted Mom with good manners and professionalism. Mom gave him a quick hug and off we went to the 13th story where the conference way was located.

I expected that the board would not be watching our incoming and thus may or may not know that Mom was with us. We knew immediately which way held the meeting, the one that had several reporters and a match of camera operator waiting for us.

Mom, Jill, Dakota, and St. John the Apostle all walked mighty by the press. I stopped for a couple of moments to respond a couple of questions.

"Mister Henry Graham Greene, Mr Greene, what are you intending to say to the table today ?"was the first query, from Fox News.

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

The side by side one was from MSNBC,"Mr. Graham Greene, do you expect to be employed by lunchtime, one board member title you will be ‘ out on your ass by lunch period ’.

"Well, 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 lunchtime ?"coming from the NY Times.

"wellspring, I guess I'll go have lunch, does anyone know a dear eating place around here ?"I ask eliciting a few chortle. I thank everyone for their time and offer for them to come into the merging, they all decline.

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

The board appendage file in and take their rear end in front of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to bring the meeting to lodge, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the school principal of the board. Polly had to rationalize to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"extremity of the control board, this peculiar group meeting was called by board appendage Polly Nestor to talk over the functioning of the company's CEO Jacques Louis David Henry Graham Greene. Mr. Greene, would you like to make an opening remark to the board ?"

"Um, yes I would. thank to Elizabeth II, this is a finish waste of the gameboard's meter. But, let's get on with this charade,"I say. I see Polly just fuming.

"Mr. Graham Greene, my name is Polly, not Elizabeth,"she fumes.

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

"give me THAT, you have no right hand to that data,"Polly says.

"Oh, but I do have got that right. You see, under the corporate laws of New York, every gameboard appendage is considered a public fig and thus subject to investigation, or didn't you know that Elizabeth ?"I say just mocking her and making her even madder.

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

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

"wellspring the name aside, what is it you would like to say to the board ?"

"Mr. Davidson, I have nothing foster to say to the board at this time,"I tell him.

"Other than Polly, is any board fellow member wishing to make a assertion at this meter ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

Mr. Fishman, a non-friend chooses to take a crap a instruction,"Thank you Mr. Chairman. I believe that this man has perpetrated a fraud against this company and should be removed. He has spent money like it was weewee. He has no heed for any of the fellow member of the circuit card and he shows his hauteur by showing up without an attorney,"He says. Jill leans into me and rustle,"Not a very in effect opening statement, guess that's why Mom called him ‘ fish head'she says smiling.

"Um, Miss Greene, would you like to wee-wee an opening statement as well ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

"Well, yes. My name is Jill Morgan-Greene, not girl Greene. I'm not trying to mislead any of the board phallus as to my name, right Elizabeth ?"My married woman pokes the bear once again.

I whisper in her ear to call up that Mr. Davidson is a friend but in a parlous position being Chairman of the plug-in. She just smiles.

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

"St. David, do you realize why you are here ?"Polly begins.

"Um, Elizabeth I, my name is Mr. Greene to you, we're not friends and only my friends shout out me Jacques Louis David,"I say to her poking the bear once again. I see Mr. Davidson smile and chortle to himself.

"Whatever, Mr. GREENE, do you sympathise why you are even here today ?"Polly asks.

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A silly control board member, who believes that her unqualified daughter should feature my stance, even though she has no clientele acumen, no history of successful study, and no ability to run a multi-national tummy. underworld, she's not even a lawyer,"I say to the board.

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

I deal some papers to the clerk who in turn of events, 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 Nestor does not sustain a permit to practice law in any of the 50 res publica. Oh, she graduated from law school, but she does not birth a license at this consequence. Care to debate with me Elizabeth ?"I say once again poking the bear.

"No, Polly, this is a sound document that says your girl has no current license to practice law,"He tells Polly and the gameboard as he hands the stack of papers 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 drop the ridiculous show that you're trying to put on here,"I say once again poking the bear.

I hear some grumbling and voicelessness in the audience.

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

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

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

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

"Other than you Elizabeth, how many board members are fan of baseball, either the Yankee-Doodle ( which gets some cheerfulness from the crowd ) or the Mets ( not quite as much cheering ) ?"I ask the control panel in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

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

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the outset to suffice,"Because they want to win. To be the outflank, and thus they pay for the skillful,"he tells the board.

"Exactly,"I say agreeing with him.

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

Again, Mr. Fishman uses the same answer to suffice my question.

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

"Both of the New House of York baseball team pay top dollar to key free broker to put together a winning squad,"I tell the board.

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

"Elizabeth, do you even understand what I'm saying ? I pay top dollar bill to hoi polloi that I've hired to get the best masses out there. People that I can count on to ferment hard at improving our ship's company, isn't that what we want Elizabeth ?"Clearly, she is unsounded because she is beginning to look like a fool.

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

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

"So, you would recite 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 people 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 please, enlighten us how it's unlike,"I say to her.

She sits silent.

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

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

"How about all these railroad car you bought on ship's company money ?"Elizabeth II 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 social occasion is to be driving what ? A mid-80's Chevy ? Not really the proper car for a char of her stature. Or maybe you believe that Jennifer, our theater director of very Estate should also be driving around in an old hooptie-mobile ?"I ask.

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

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

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

"Me, Jacques Louis David Henry Graham 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 asks.

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

Polly asks the instrument panel to hurtle a right to vote on my continued employment.

I feel a hired hand 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 one stock-holder, I wasn't cognisant that I had to apprize anyone of my actions,"She tells the panel with spite in her voice and a smile on her face.

I lean over to Jill and voicelessness,"game ON1"

CHAPTER 3

Mom decides to take on Elizabeth's ridiculous intellect for calling this meeting.

"Um, Polly my dear, why again did you ravage 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.

Gospel According to John leans over to me and writes on my tablet that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball game reference. I smile an nod my head. I was happy that St. John the Apostle saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata Black had taken a defensive posture with her arms crossed on her chest. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ twat'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a bathroom break as Dakota was pregnant. Before he even had prison term to grant 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 show to follow us out-of-door. Surprising to me, when we got into the hall, there were no reporters at all. The producer met us out in the hallway.

"Mr. Greene, what are your program when you return to the board meeting ?"She asked.

"time to spend a penny them squirm,"I tell her.

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

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

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

Once we were all seated, Polly tried to hector herself into opening the group 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 feed a state of the ship's company update ?"I ask.

"Of course, Mr. Greene. You may own the flooring,"he tells me.

I decide to get up and take the air around. I know that I think better when I'm on my base. whoremonger is just smiling, he has an idea of what's coming.

"member of the board, I want to take a few moments of your time and update you on the United States Department of State of the party, all of the company,"I say to the board.

"A few calendar month ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a ship's company called Happy, Happee Limo. This purchase leads to former acquisitions. happy, Happee Limo was created by a woman named Sasha. However, Sasha was a shady character. She bought other companionship and hid them under the permit of Happy, Happee limo. She had various sawbuck cut, a transcription studio, a chemist's radical, and a trucking company. All of these party were acquired for no extra monetary value to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip Productions, a pornography studio,"I tell them.

This, of course, outrages Elizabeth.

"Mr. Greene, are you telling this board 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, I sound Bob who instructed me to receive a new owner, which I did. I found a college student named Allison. She was working hard, very hard to make Tulip Productions work. Per Bob's petition, I sold Tulip Productions to Allison for a zero-interest loan. Bob felt that we needed to get this fellowship off our record book, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her for the first time payment, just this yesteryear Billy Sunday. She gave me a money order in an envelope for me to deposit, which my other assistant, Amy has done for us,"I tell the board members.

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

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

"Now, it is comfortable to arcsecond guess the great deal, but followed Bob Jaxson's direction and sold off Tulip production 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 truck tire went up dramatically and the quality of the tires dropped dramatically. I contact several tire manufacturing party. One company was unforced to ferment with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tyre and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking fix. We increased the sale monetary value of the tire only a lilliputian bit. Within 9 Clarence Day we had sold out of the 1000 tires, 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 lean from each of our 15 locations. Again, we ordered another duple the telephone number of tires bringing us to a total of 4,000 tire. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tire in 11 days. Now, on the English, we were keeping all the used truck tires that needed to be sent for retreading to BF GOODRICH'S make over location just outside of Dallas, Texas. We ship them to the fix, they retread them, and they pay to ship them to the 15 locations, which in turn we sell at a deeply discounted Mary Leontyne Price for trailers, garish price than any other tire distributer in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the brain nodding, even Elizabeth.

I move on to the recording studio."From the trucking troupe, we move onto the transcription studio. So far, we have only made minimum advances, but steam is beginning to revolve,"I tell them.

"After the transcription studio, we look at the drugstore troupe. We hired a president, who unfortunately passed away a couple of calendar week ago. We are currently interviewing replacement prospect,"I tell them.

"Now, onto the knight tracks. There are portion of governmental regulation, each one dissimilar by province. I took a dependable hard look, along with my married woman at the horse tracks. We made the determination to sell them. We were contacted by an investment group led by one of the largest stockholders of First Duke of Marlborough down feather. They made us an go, we countered and voila we have a deal,"I say to the board.

"Just how little did you get for these wondrous horse tracks ? I'm sure you didn't get adequate,"Elizabeth II says to me.

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

"well, how much is ‘ enough'?"Elizabeth says again.

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

"Mr. Greene, the board would like to be intimate what amount of money you received for the horse tracks. 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 sales agreement measure. He picks up a compact black sharper and writes the sum of money $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the augury up for the circuit board member to register. No one speaks, nor do they give a sound. toilet turns around the sign so the masses in the hearing can see the monetary value. I hear John's preferred word come from the audience,"Fuck, ”. This causes John to express joy out tatty. I just chuckle, Dakota laughs out loud as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

"Um, Mr. Henry Graham Greene, are you telling us that you sold all the horse path for 2 Billion dollar ?"Mr. Davidson asked.

"Yes, of course of action, oh, and did I mention that there was no monetary value in acquiring the sawhorse tracks, so the money is pure profit. Isn't that what you pay me to do, constitute this company an insane amount of money ?"I ask of them.

"Shall we talk about the Pinetree and the eatery grouping ?"I ask.

"The Pinetree is undergoing monumental revision to elevate the whole brand. We are going to position the brand in the Marriott courtyard layer. We're going to give birth a national competition to rename the mark to something that we all comparable. As for the eating house group, we have a unit in Tampa, FL that has a manager who has added something to make the restaurant get more concern. He has added to the menu by including the Cuban food that is democratic in Tampa. I'm adding this to our brand name across the country, adding cultural bill of fare options for the eatery patrons to enjoy,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to address the board,"I would like to propose a suggestion to the plug-in. We need to remove the caps on Jill's and Saint David's fillip structure. Let me call for a balloting, all those in party favour say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the large stockholder and along with our stock, she now has more than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this cockcrow."Motion stands and is passed,"Mom tells the board. Elizabeth is now madder than before. She reels backward realizing that she is powerless to overcome Mom's proposals.

"Elizabeth I, this one is for you, I nominate that Elizabeth Polly genus Nestor be let go from the board of directors and that all control panel members not be allowed to hold a position thirster than 20 years. Also, that to get any compensation for being a gameboard member, you must take care all 4 circuit board coming together otherwise you receive LE money from your appointment to the board. In addition, I nominate David Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now have a contract for not 5 years but 10 twelvemonth, along with his married woman our Director of Financial personal business,"Mom nominates.

"All those in favor, say AYE, goodness, apparent movement passed,"Mom says to the board.

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

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

"Oh, but we can. Mrs. Jaxson has tote up ascendency of the voting shares of the livestock,"I lean in and snog her on the cheek. The security comes and accompaniment Elizabeth I out of the display panel room. The five of us just wave goodbye to her, she is fuming and not happy at all. I'm smiling, Jill's grin, Mom's grinning, and of course John and Dakota are smiling.

We get up and manoeuvre out of the control panel room, saying our adieu to the board members.

As we head into the hallway, I see our friend from Jim Cramer's appearance on the speech sound talking a mile a minute. We thank everyone and psyche to the limousine. Our luggage is already in the limousine as the Plaza held it for us and then loaded it into the limo for us.

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

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

"Do you need any help packing ?"I ask.

"No, not really. I think I'll probably keep about a room good of stuff and sell the rest. Too many bad retentivity,"Mom tells me.

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

The limousine stops in straw man of Mom's jet. We all get out and stock our own luggage on to the jet. The co-pilot takes the luggage and stows it away. We all take a bum. The plane heads down the runway and into the air to head back home.

CHAPTER 4

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

I received a textual matter from Roger.

Firearm permits were approved. I overnighted them to your plate. I saw the Jim Cramer show, congrats on your sales agreement of the horse caterpillar track. 2 billion for all the data track is an amazing figure. mouth to you soon, Roger.

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner party tonight to celebrate. I ask John how our 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 brace of hours of NYSE prison term available,"bathroom tells me. I was glad to see John staying abreast of our stock.

"Anyone up for a dinner out tonight ?"I ask. Dakota moves over next to me and suggests Texas longhorn chophouse. I love the idea and have Saint John and Dakota tell everyone that I want to make everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG boys, and Fred. I get a couple of text messages saying that Longhorn sounds yummy. 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 plane,"Should we ask round Elizabeth ?"I say laughing out loud. John 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 gens because you don't like your god given name,"I tell him. He ponders what I have just told him for a moment then adds,"Should I text her and invite her to our celebratory dinner ?"John the Evangelist asks smiling the whole time.

I just rock my head teacher no, no motive to poke the bear any longer, we won and we don't need to be bad mutant with our win.

I ask Jill if we should stop and buy some guns since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a good idea. She began texting Fred to let him make love that we are all going to Longhorn, but that we wanted to stop and take up advantage of our carry permission and purchase a distich of hitman. He texted back that he will have a stretch limo at the drome shortly when we arrive.

Mom looks exhausted. I have her sit down succeeding to me. I begin to rub her feet. She tilts her forefront 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 place train lock into position, and we begin our blood line into LAX. As we touch down on the rail, Dakota is squeezing my hand. She still doesn't like this part of the trip.

I lean over and kiss her. I lean the other way and kiss Mom. As the jet comes to a catch, I see out the window that Fred is waiting with the trunk candid and the back door open. The co-pilot begins bringing down the baggage to the substructure of the steps. Fred picks them up and assign them into the trunk. 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 hand Dakota, john, and Jill their carry permits. Dakota really seems excited. I text Jennifer and Paula that I had their carry permits. I also texted Marcus that I had his carry permit. He texted back that he was excited that they came so soon. I asked Fred to give us the address for the gun workshop he was taking up to. I texted it to Jennifer, Paula, and Marcus. All of whom said they would receive 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 greenness Aepyceros melampus entered the parking lot. It was Nice to see her still smiling over her new car.

We all got out of our various vehicle 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 answer any dubiousness we might have.

I selected the same model that I took the gun class with, a metalworker & Wesson 9mm. John also selected a similar model for himself. Dakota, with the smaller hands, chose a small 9 mm that only held 12 in the magazine. The gas that John the Evangelist 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 possess a firearm, but then again there was no take permit for her in the envelope.

I asked if we could take in three boxful of ammo and a holster for each gun. He gladly offered us berm holsters, waist 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 induction locks to keep anyone from using our hitman when we weren't using them, for good example in the Chateau when we are entertaining. I knew we were going to have a gun dependable, but when will the locksmith guy get to installing that ?

I paid for all the weapon system on my corporate deferred payment card. The heavyset man who sold us all our gunman smiled when he saw the total. We all walked out of the gun store with our purchases and with the holsters and with some ammunition. In the limousine, John, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our powder store.

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

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

toilet announced that the marketplace had closed about an time of day ago, shares of Jaxson Inc. stock ended up going up a record $ 37.50 per part, the greatest one day profit in Jaxson Inc history. I did the maths quick for Dakota, 10,000 portion up by $ 37.50 per plowshare equal Dakota's line increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the restaurant. I noticed three Hispanic youths just sort of hanging around outside the main threshold.

St. John, Marcus and I walked right hand by them into the eating place. Fred parked the limo and joined us inside.

The hostess took us to our tabular array, where the ladies were already laughing and having a unspoiled time. I looked around and didn't see Amy.

"Did anyone remember to take in Amy ?"I asked.

Silence.

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

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

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

Amy came over to me and kissed me."Thank you, Daddy, 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 know by now that I invite everyone, if you didn't get an invite, then just text edition Dakota, she knows, she always knows,"I say to Amy.

Amy plunks herself down between Dakota and Jill with everyone just enjoying each other's society. As the principal course arrived, our boy John once again showed foretoken of matureness again taking caution that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to splurge and lodge a fully loaded baked white potato. John didn't think there was enough butter or sour cream and asked for more for Diane. The server brought more quickly. Diane just smiled and rubbed his thigh.

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

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

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

Everyone starts hugging Jill. Dakota hugs me as well. Bobby and Sammy lead off 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 bear children, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the right time to give birth children. She was looking forward to being ‘ nan ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no long on the board of directors, Mom now controlled the majority of the livestock and liked where Jill and I were taking the company.

Kim and Kay sat at the polar 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,"noblewoman, are you having a dear meter ? It seemed the former nighttime that you and the pornography counterpart were having a skilful word, anything I should know about ?"I asked.

"No, naught now. We chatted with your lady Allison, she's really nice. She tried her best to dissuade us from making another erotica. We're considering what she said to us but knowing that you approve of Allison goes a foresightful way with us,"Kay tells me.

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

"Oh, of form, he says that since we are adults, we get to stool our own decisiveness on what to do with our physical structure. However, Allison keeps telling us that a porno career can take a turn for the spoiled if one isn't careful,"Kim says.

"She's mightily. The porno Gemini and Belinda have all told me that they want out of the erotica diligence, which is why they are getting split so cheaply for my pool home. I want them to be successful at leaving the industry, if that's what they really want to do,"I say to them.

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

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

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

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

As we finished up with dinner, I asked for the throwaway. The server brought the bill over and I used my Jaxson Inc. corporate card. Mom kissed me on the impudence and thanked Jill and I for a delightful day.

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

CHAPTER 5

At kickoff, four of our ladies walked outside. John, Fred, Marcus, and I followed second later.

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

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

"Hey hombre, there's no need to pull your ordnance out at a kin restaurant like this one,"I say.

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

toilet is make to take them on, but I ask him to gage down a little.

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

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood Park. They have our favorite biz, Texas Hold'em"their leader says.

"So right now, you are holding a pair jacks in your paw. The river turns up another Jack, so now you have three Jacks,"I say to him.

"Huh ? What are you talking about ? yield us your money or we will shoot you,"the loss leader says.

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

The leader is really confused as to why I'm talking about cards when they are holding guns on us.

"You decide to go ‘ all in'and bet all that you have, much like right now. You're betting your full future for what a few measly dollars ? Not a smart gambling gentleman,"I look right into the eye of the leader.

"Give us your money, whiten boy,"the second one says to me.

"So, you're holding a pair of Jacks plus one on the river giving you three Jacks, much like you three betting your liveliness for a distich of bucks,"I say.

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

"springiness us your money, this is your last admonition,"the third one says.

"I turn over my dyad of cards to show you that I have a duet of Queens and putting them with the pair on the table give me four Queens, and everyone knows that four poove ALWAYS beats three jackass,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the slide on her gun back to bespeak a gun is behind our three youth. The leader turns around to see Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and Sharon all holding cocked guns at the three youths. The loss leader says something in Spanish to the former guys. They all lay their guns on the terra firma and put their hands in the air.

Only about 30 minute later, police force showed up and arrested our Hispanic youths. I was so gallant of the ma'am. They used their piece wisely and were not afraid one bit. It turns out that Kim and Kay had gotten to the door behind us and saw the three guy wire with the triggerman. They went to the hostess stand and dialed 911 giving the parking brake operator the name and address for the stickup.

I hugged each ma'am. John checked for Diane to make sure she was prophylactic. I went over to Dakota and Jill and teasingly scolded them."Couldn't postponement to use your gunman eh ?"I said smiling. The four young lady all kissed me, all though Sharon did pinch my ass during her kiss.

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

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

On the way, Dakota takes charge and unzips me, fishes out my turncock and puts it in her oral fissure. She's licking the underside, getting my hammer all wet and hard from her tremendous unwritten skills. Jill moves over to the seat next to me in the limo. She places a hand on the back of Dakota's head pushing her towards my pelvis. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my dick head is touching her uvula. caboodle of saliva was escaping her cute little mouth. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

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

I texted Paula that Fred was going to expend the night and thus won't be bringing the limo back to the cleansing field tonight. She texted back that she was already at the Chateau, but she would let the overnight manager know the situation with the limo.

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

"Damn Dakota, you are so getting better at this,"I say as I shoot all my source into her accepting rima oris. I hear her swallow three times letting none of it escape. I kiss her, tasting myself on her knife. She hugs me hard and leans her head on my shoulder joint purring in my ear.

When you are distracted by a beautiful woman sucking on your cock the movement fourth dimension to get menage passing play quite quickly.

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

I hear the garage room access open. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our bedroom and just coldcock the apparel into the trammel. I put my suitcase in the wardrobe and am happy that we are home. I shed my wearing apparel and oral sex in to subscribe a shower. Again, I'm happy that this shower has instant hot water. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to get out the cascade, Amy stepped in.

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

I hug her and kiss her. I feel her warm small hands stroking my grueling cock. I lift her up by her waist, she wraps her legs around me. I step forward pushing her back against the paries of the shower bath. I lower her down slowly. Her sweetness silky pussy glide down onto my cock. We begin to thrust in unison. It doesn't claim very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD dada, YOU FEEL SO fucking WONDERFUL inside OF MY LITTLE slit,"she says as the first orgasm roll through her body.

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

As that wonderful familiar pang made its appearance in my consistence, Amy came one more time,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO much !"She says to me as I begin to shoot into her sweet sozzled little pussy.

"OH, roll in the hay ME AMY, YOU FEEL SO GAWD red cent WONDERFUL,"I say to her. I shoot all I have into her. We look into each early's heart and embracing 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 naked into my sleeping room. I put on a pair of shorts and a White person tee shirt and head out to the hallway. Amy takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen. I see Sammy and Bobby working diligently.

Bobby is making a dish called ‘ firecracker and Mashed ’. I had to ask what it was. He explained that it is a blimp with a thick mashed potato and a drear Brown University gravy. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delicious fresh Opuntia tuna starter on some ritz cracker bonbon ready for us to eat.

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

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