The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The Board of Directors

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill, Dakota, St. John the Apostle, 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 time of day all the ladies had at least two pieces of baggage.

Fred was set up for all of us with a stretch limo. He stood there stoically holding the bottom door open air for us and having the trunk unresolved and waiting.

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

Once we were all in the limo, the movement to the aerodrome was rather promptly as there was little to no traffic on the road. Everyone looked commonplace as we had played rather hard the retiring duad of days. Mom, John Lackland, and Jill all sat next to each other and of course, my darling Dakota sat side by side to me. I did notice that she was beginning to see a bit plumper. The pregnancy was obviously beginning to show. Dakota put her head on my shoulder and just dozed off.

Jill, Mom, and Saint John were all chatting away. They were excited to be going to NYC. Mom said she knew of a couple of delicious pizza stead in Little Italy. Of line, John was excited that he would be getting ‘ material'pizza pie. I just smiled listening to him tittle-tattle on and on about trade good pizza.

The flight of steps was uneventful. The four hour passed quickly. When we landed in NYC our limo was waiting for us. The weather was delightful, 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 tree trunk of the limo.

The driver took us to the shopping mall as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three entourage. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for John and Dakota, although they had secernate bottom to sleep on.

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

When we arrived at the Plaza, the bellman retrieved our luggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The stave appendage gave us all the plastic key to get into our retinue. I noticed the time and made my way to the limo again to manoeuvre towards the studio where Mad Money was taped.

We ran into some slow traffic ; however, the chauffeur was effective at his job and got us to the studio apartment 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 of import topics regarding what is happening with the company.

I asked the manufacturer when the taping would air, she said that it would air Wednesday evening, which I was happy about.

Jim Cramer was his usual self, he was all over the studio asking head, waiting for answer, and then hitting me with follow up questions. All in all, we had a gracious school term, right wing at the very end, I announced the knight tracks being sold. I gave him a figure of 2 1000000000 dollars. He smiled and told me that the bargain of selling the horse caterpillar track was a home run of genius. I thanked him for the compliment. After the taping, I asked him if he had any time to serve our display panel of manager'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 paw and I left, however, before I left, I gave his producer a tick for his brotherly love. I didn't make any case of big peck out of it, I just left it for him. She thanked me.

I took the limo back to the center. Mom had already made us dinner qualification at an Italian eating place in Little Italia. john was salivating at the thought of getting a reliable New York pizza. In fact, I thought that maybe we might have to get a part with one for him to bring back to the Plaza and eat later.

As we get to the eatery, it smells delicious. We all go inside. I see baskets of garlic clams on the tables. I see a duad of extra-large cheese pizza on tables and they look and smell delicious. We ordering three extra with child pizza pie and two baskets of garlic bread. I club a bottle of Chianti for the dame and John to have with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. John sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a gravid time. When the pizza comes, lavatory practically takes three slice and shoves them all in his back talk. We all just gag at the silliness of John. I ask the waitress if we could also order another extra-large tall mallow to read with us back to the hotel. I see bathroom's center 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 John L. H. Down from the ledge. I have a plan and I would like to execute it and make Polly squirm.

As we head back inside the Plaza, we send John and Dakota up to their room. Mom wants to have a drinkable in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and take a behind. The bar itself might just be the decent 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 lady that takes our order and Mom's room number.

Jill decides to have a drinking of vino, Mom decides on an old fashioned with top shelf booze. Me ? I just have a feeding bottle of water. I didn't want to get to the full stop of not enjoying the appearance that Polly is intending on putting on for us.

I suggest to Mom that bathroom, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the board confluence without Mom at first. About an hr into the meeting, Mom would show up. When Polly decides that she wants to ring for a vote, that would be when Mom stands up and head teacher to the podium that I'm sure they will throw 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 circuit card since they all stuck their hands out wanting money but rarely offering anything of Worth to the bay window.

Mom thought it was a delightful idea, but she decided that she would go far with us, but sit in the back. She wanted to take in the unharmed show from the first present moment that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions.

Mom warned that Polly will throw a prospicient list of my decisiveness, such as hiring Roger President Andrew Johnson and paying him a top salary AND buying him a condo and paying the HOA fees for two years.

Or hiring Jennifer, trick's Mom as the director of tangible Estate and paying her a top pay. Or having Paula run Happy, Happee limo even though she doesn't have any managerial experience. Or having Sharon run affair at the Hawk. Or spending $ 165 million to purchase 5 multistorey spot edifice across the US and one in Toronto.

In addition, she'll probably add up Tina, who was under a 5-year contract with Jaxson Inc. but now is in AZ with her female parent, she'll most likely point out what a bad investment that was.

She'll also bring up the purchasing of two BMWs, one for Dakota and one for Tina, who isn't with the company any long. Buying two Mercedes, one for Jill and one for Sharon. And now, buying a new Impala for Jennifer. 5 elevator car in just a few calendar month.

In addition, she will most likely want to reboot you our of the Chateau, but she probably doesn't know the new figure for the residence and will most likely still call it ‘ the Commune'and progress to an issue about your tenants.

I hugged Mom, she knew the shady tactics of the board all too well. She spent a duet of hours regaling Jill and I with stories about how much they made Bob's sprightliness miserable. I will, of row, make a point to ‘ thank them'for all showing up to Bob's funeral…. oh waiting, not a unity one of them could be concerned that the beginner of the party passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to drop 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 design, I noticed a couple of people paying attention to our conversation. One dyad, Mr. and Mrs. Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. showtime the offered condolences on Bob's passing. Second, they informed us that they were in town because of the special get together that Polly had set up. They were supposed to be heading to the Bahama's to love a couple calendar week of R n R, but this confluence changed their plans. I was untrusting of them. Were they plants of Polly's ? Did they actually change their plan to come to this meeting, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't invite them to join us.

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

That brought Mom to another issue, company add-in. Mom was sure she would stimulate a list of whom has been issued a incarnate add-in and probably a inclination of all the spending spent on each card.

I was very happy with all this thought Mom had put into the board group meeting. I noticed that Saint John the Apostle sat airless by listening and watching. I looked around and saw that we were the only if single left in the bar, everyone else had left. I was still a bit awkward about the Davidson duad, but it was too late to interest about it now.

To John's surprise, the Uber lady showed up with not one, but two cheese pizzas. I pulled out my scorecard to pay for them, but lav had already taken attention of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'livery. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at lav, but he was nice enough to give one pizza for the three of us and he took the former one up to his room with Dakota.

The barman came over to us asking if we wanted any farther beverage as it was"last claim ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another glass of wine, me, I stuck to my bottled water which made Mom giggle.

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

I let Mom know that one of the manufacturer from Jim Cramer's shows Mad Money and Squawk Box would be in the crew observance and taping quietly. She would upload the unscathed encounter to her boss back at the studio each time we break for whatever reason. Mom loved the mind that we could if needed put piddling miss Polly and her useless daughter on 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 subject TV the sale of the horse tracks.

Mom picked up her earphone and dialed her stockbroker, which she got at home in San Francisco, she told him to buy 10,000 shares at 9:01 am New York time, the moment the stock market open air and to buy another 10,000 percentage for Jill and me and put it on her invoice. A groggy stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the horse track sales agreement announced on Jim Cramer's show would move the neckcloth 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 swallow, we all got up. We hugged, we kissed, and we agreed to meet in the shopping mall restaurant at 6:30 to have breakfast and prep again for the meeting. Of course, having bathroom 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 suite. Mom walked on the other side of meat 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 sure that our friend Polly will ask why we didn't stop at the local anesthetic Pinetree. I asked Jill to investigate our Pinetree disc and contain to see if any of the circuit board phallus use the Pinetree or do they continue elsewhere. Jill logged into the organization portal and found the information 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 entourage making sure as shooting that lav and Dakota were up and getting ready and checking on Mom. Of course, because of the grandness of the day, everyone was up and in various Department of State of getting ready.

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

I put on my secure wooing, but in my head teacher, I thought about wearing a pair of shorts and a Cuban style shirt, but I decided not to get fired before I had a chance to state my case.

When Jill was set, we headed out to the elevators. It was nice staying on the seventeenth floor, one flooring short of the top. At to the lowest degree we were enough ‘ somebodies'to rate 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 keister floor, John and Dakota were already waiting for us. In my head, I was happy to see that King John 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 restaurant. The hostess sat us in a nice 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 one-half time of day and to ordering without her. That sparked John, 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 excuse the casual chef specials. None of them really sounded that interesting. We all agreed that we missed Bobby and Sammy.

Mom arrived just an expected a one-half an hour later. lav stood, pulled out a professorship for her and pushed it into the mesa. I get more and more proud of him as he continues to mature.

I look around the tabular array, everyone is wearing their best rig. John has his blackened pinstriped cause on with a maroon shirt and a ignominious and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a black apparel and bootleg Patten leather skid with only about a 2"heel.

Jill was wearing a black dress as well, only she had a beautiful cobalt bluing belt and matching blue attire heels.

I wore my grim suit as well, however, I wore a deep blue angel garb shirt and a contraband and Stanford White swirled tie.

Mom decided to contrive up a midsection finger to the add-in and wore a bright red dress with a black belt and black shiny shoes with only about a 1"heel. She also wore a beautiful diamond and ruby neckless that hung in the low-cut V-neck of the dress. While Mom was a stunner, 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 have it away all of them. After each one leftfield, she had a input about them. Mom asked John if he would escort her inside the board meeting 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 board was a friend, who was an foeman, and whom was neutral. To Mom, the indifferent ones were the samara to this meeting.

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

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

The keys, according to Mom were the four neutral phallus : Virginia Pogue, Julie tone, chump 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 hear to ground and we could persuade them to suppose more rationally and not provide Polly to swagger them into her way of thinking.

King John out of the blue suggested that I ask them what they are expecting of a CEO. This was a marvelous idea I felt. I pulled out a belittled piece of paper to compose 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 appropriate, meaning that Jill and I will be questioned separately. I suggested that Jill not learn a bottom anywhere except right succeeding to me, this would be a augury of unity. Mom agreed.

We all ate a skillful hearty breakfast, although I think that can wanted more nutrient, but he was showing concern for Dakota and Mom, which made Jill and I smile.

As we finished our breakfast, various people wished up ‘ commodity luck'at the board meeting. whoremonger seemed surprised, Dakota seemed to just dislike these people.

We walked to our limo. We had an one-time gentleman's gentleman, who reminded me of Fred. Tall, unemotional person, polite and had everything ready for us.

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

When we arrived, there were several new way all set up waiting for us. We all smiled and walked mightily past them. We were greeted by the lead security man who greeted Mom with good manners and professionalism. Mom gave him a quick hug and off we went to the 13th floor where the conference room was located.

I expected that the board would not be watching our entrance and thus may or may not be intimate that Mom was with us. We knew immediately which elbow room held the encounter, the one that had respective reporters and a couplet of cinematographer waiting for us.

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

"Mister Greene, Mister Henry Graham Greene, what are you intending to say to the instrument panel today ?"was the first question, from Fox News.

"fountainhead, amount inside and find out for yourselves,"I replied.

The following one was from MSNBC,"Mr. Greene, do you carry to be employed by lunchtime, one board penis claims 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 interrogative,"I say.

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

"Well, I guess I'll go have lunch, does anyone live a good restaurant around here ?"I ask eliciting a few chortle. I thank everyone for their clock time and offer for them to total into the confluence, they all decline.

Once inside the merging elbow room, I see one of the manufacturer from Jim Cramer's show as well as a duet of camera set up in the spine recession of the elbow room. I nod to her and preserve walk towards Jill. John and Dakota have taken up hind end behind Jill and me. Although I walked veracious past her, John whispered in my ear that Mom was all the way in the bet on row of the way and in the eye of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The board appendage file in and take their ass in front of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to get the get together to lodge, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the capitulum of the board. Polly had to rationalise to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"appendage of the circuit card, this special meeting was called by board fellow member Polly Nestor to talk over the public presentation of the troupe's CEO Jacques Louis David Greene. Mr. Greene, would you like to make an hatchway remark to the panel ?"

"Um, yes I would. Thanks to Elizabeth II, this is a perfect permissive waste of the plug-in's sentence. But, let's get on with this burlesque,"I say. I see Polly just fuming.

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

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

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

"Oh, but I do accept that right. You see, under the incarnate laws of New York, every board member is considered a public figure and thus subject to investigation, or didn't you know that Elizabeth ?"I say just mocking her and making her even madder.

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

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

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

"Mr. Davidson, I have nothing promote to say to the circuit board at this fourth dimension,"I tell him.

"Other than Polly, is any panel member wishing to piddle a statement at this sentence ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

Mr. Fishman, a non-friend chooses to make a statement,"Thank you Mr. chairperson. I believe that this man has perpetrated a fraud against this ship's company and should be removed. He has spent money like it was piss. He has no regard for any of the extremity of the board and he shows his arrogance by showing up without an attorney,"He says. Jill leans into me and susurration,"Not a very good opening move statement, guess that's why Mom called him ‘ Fish head'she says smiling.

"Um, miss Greene, would you like to do an initiative argument as well ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

"fountainhead, yes. My name is Jill Morgan-Greene, not Miss Greene. I'm not trying to mislead any of the control board penis as to my public figure, in good order Elizabeth ?"My wife pokes the bear once again.

I whisper in her ear to commemorate that Mr. Davidson is a Quaker but in a shaky position being chairperson of the dining table. She just smiles.

I add,"Mr. Davidson since this is Elizabeth's show, why don't we let her go first. 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.

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

"Um, Elizabeth, my gens is Mr. Graham Greene to you, we're not protagonist and only my friends bid 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 see why you are even here today ?"Polly asks.

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A ridiculous instrument panel penis, who believes that her unqualified daughter should have my position, even though she has no business acumen, no account of successful work, and no ability to run a multi-national corporation. Hell, 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 hand some papers to the clerk who in turn, hands them to Mr. Davidson."Mr. Greene, what is this that you're handing the control board ?"He asks.

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

"No, Polly, this is a legal document that says your daughter has no stream license to recitation law,"He tells Polly and the plug-in 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 miss the derisory 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. Henry Graham Greene, do you admit that you spent this company's money willy-nilly ?"Polly asks.

"No, I don't admit anything of the such. fear to picture everyone trial impression of your accusation ?"I ask.

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

"other than you Elizabeth I, how many board members are fans of baseball, either the Northerner ( which gets some sunniness from the crew ) or the Mets ( not quite as much cheering ) ?"I ask the circuit board in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

"Why do you consider that the Bronx Bombers pay Giancarlo Stanton $ 25 million a year over 13 class ?"I ask.

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the first off to respond,"Because they want to win. To be the best, 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 Robert Robinson Cano ?"I ask.

Again, Mr. Fishman uses the Sami reply to resolve my question.

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

"Both of the New York baseball team pay top one dollar bill to key disembarrass agent to put together a winning team,"I tell the board.

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

"Elizabeth, do you even understand what I'm saying ? I pay top dollar to people that I've hired to get the best people out there. People that I can numerate on to work hard at improving our company, isn't that what we want Elizabeth ?"Clearly, she is silent because she is beginning to look like a fool.

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

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

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

"Of line,"she replies.

"Then you just validated why I pay top one dollar bill 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 maliciousness in her voice.

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

She sits silent.

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

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

"How about all these cars you bought on company money ?"Elizabeth 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 manager of Financial matter is to be driving what ? A mid-80's Chevy ? Not really the proper car for a charwoman of her height. Or maybe you believe that Jennifer, our director of real number landed estate should also be driving around in an old hooptie-mobile ?"I ask.

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

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

"Who authorized the leverage of her 2019 Chevy Impala ?"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 self-assurance to do such a matter,"Elizabeth asks.

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

Polly asks the card to cast a voting on my go along employment.

I feel a script on my shoulder. It's Mom.

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

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

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

CHAPTER 3

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

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

Polly doesn't say a word.

trick leans over to me and writes on my tablet that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball point of reference. I smile an nod my point. I was happy that John saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata pitch blackness had taken a justificatory posture with her implements of war crossed on her chest. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ cunt'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a lav respite as Dakota was significant. Before he even had time 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 external. Surprising to me, when we got into the hallway, there were no reporters at all. The manufacturer met us out in the hallway.

"Mr. Greene, what are your design when you return to the instrument panel group meeting ?"She asked.

"metre to make them worm,"I tell her.

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

When Dakota got back to us, she told us that Donna adhesive plaster was in the lady elbow room as well and told Dakota that she thought that I was making Polly face silly and that she loved me calling her Elizabeth and not Polly.

The board way shop clerk came out to the G. Stanley Hall and summoned everyone back into the room.

Once we were all seated, Polly tried to boss around 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 give a state of the companionship update ?"I ask.

"Of course, Mr. Greene. You may have got the level,"he tells me.

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

"appendage of the board, I want to take a few bit of your metre and update you on the state of matter of the troupe, all of the company,"I say to the board.

"A few month ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a company called Happy, Happee limo. This purchase leads to other acquisitions. felicitous, Happee Limo was created by a charwoman named Sasha. However, Sasha was a shady theatrical role. She bought other companionship and hid them under the permission of Happy, Happee Limo. She had respective sawbuck tracks, a recording studio, a drugstore group, and a truckage fellowship. All of these companies were acquired for no additional cost to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip Productions, a porn studio,"I tell them.

This, of course of study, outrages Elizabeth.

"Mister GREENE, are you telling this circuit card that Jaxson, Inc. owns a pornographic studio ?"She barks.

"No, not at all. Within a week of finding out that we had acquired a erotica studio, I phone Bob who instructed me to recover a new possessor, which I did. I found a college pupil named Allison. She was working hard, very intemperate to make Tulip Productions piece of work. Per Bob's petition, I sold Tulip product to Allison for a zero-interest loanword. Bob felt that we needed to get this company off our books, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her first payment, just this yesteryear Sun. She gave me a money order in an envelope for me to fix, which my other assistant, Amy has done for us,"I tell the circuit card members.

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

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

"Now, it is easy to second guess the pile, but followed Bob Jaxson's commission and sold off Tulip Productions and now have an income into Jaxson Inc. From there, I moved on to the trucking company. We merged it with our own trucking and logistics party. One of the thing that occurred right away was the damage of motortruck tire went up dramatically and the quality of the tires dropped dramatically. I contact respective tire fabrication companies. One troupe was unforced 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 tire only a piffling bit. Within 9 days we had sold out of the 1000 tires, so I ordered more tire, twice the amount and had them shipped to the same 15 locating, again we sold out, this clip in 8 day. There was no mistaking this, we had a waiting inclination from each of our 15 locations. Again, we ordered another look-alike the 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Now, on the side of meat, we were keeping all the utilize truck tires that needed to be sent for retreading to BF GOODRICH'S rework positioning just outside of Dallas, Texas. We ship them to the location, they retread them, and they pay to transport them to the 15 locating, which in turn we sell at a deeply discounted price for trailers, chinchy Price than any other tire distributor in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the principal nodding, even Elizabeth.

I move on to the recording studio apartment."From the truckage company, we move onto the transcription studio. So far, we have only made minimum advances, but steam is beginning to range,"I tell them.

"After the recording studio, we look at the chemist's shop caller. We hired a chairman, who unfortunately passed away a couple of weeks ago. We are currently interviewing replacement candidates,"I tell them.

"Now, onto the gymnastic horse caterpillar track. There are lots of governmental regularization, each one different by res publica. I took a sound hard spirit, along with my wife at the horse cartroad. We made the decision to sell them. We were contacted by an investing group led by one of the largest stockholders of Churchill Down. They made us an offer, we countered and voila we have a deal,"I say to the board.

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

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

"wellspring, how a lot is ‘ enough'?"Elizabeth II says again.

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

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, the board would like to acknowledge what amount of money you received for the horse runway. 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 amount. He picks up a thick-skulled nigrify sharpie and writes the amount of money $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the augury up for the circuit card phallus to read. No one speaks, nor do they make a sound. John turns around the planetary house so the people in the interview can see the Mary Leontyne Price. I hear can's favorite Logos come from the hearing,"screw, ”. This causes John to express mirth out loud. I just chortle, Dakota laughs out loud as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

"Um, Mr. Greene, are you telling us that you sold all the horse lead for 2 Billion dollars ?"Mr. Davidson asked.

"Yes, of grade, oh, and did I quotation that there was no cost in acquiring the horse tracks, so the money is pure profits. Isn't that what you pay me to do, make this company an insane quantity of money ?"I ask of them.

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

"The Pinetree is undergoing monumental revisal to raise the whole brand. We are going to perspective the brand in the Marriott Courtyard grade. We're going to give birth a national contest to rename the brand to something that we all same. As for the eating house chemical group, we have a unit in Tampa, Florida that has a coach who has added something to urinate the eatery become more interesting. He has added to the menu by including the Cuban food that is popular in Tampa. I'm adding this to our steel across the country, adding cultural menu pick for the eatery frequenter to enjoy,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to turn to the board,"I would like to declare oneself a suggestion to the add-in. We need to take the caps on Jill's and David's bonus structure. Let me call for a vote, all those in favor say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the declamatory stockholder and along with our livestock, she now has More than 53 % useable to her, including what we bought this sunrise."Motion stands and is passed,"Mom tells the board. Elizabeth I is now unrestrained than before. She reels backward realizing that she is powerless to subdue Mom's proposals.

"Elizabeth II, this one is for you, I nominate that Elizabeth Polly Nestor be let go from the board of directors and that all board appendage not be allowed to halt a position longer than 20 days. Also, that to receive any compensation for being a display panel phallus, you must attend all 4 board confluence otherwise you receive less money from your appointment to the board. In add-on, I nominate David Henry Graham Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now have a contract for not 5 years but 10 years, along with his married woman our Director of Financial Affairs,"Mom nominates.

"All those in favor, say AYE, Good, 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 total mastery of the vote shares of the inventory,"I lean in and kiss her on the buttock. The security comes and escorts Elizabeth out of the board room. The five of us just wave sayonara to her, she is fuming and not happy at all. I'm smiling, Jill's grinning, Mom's smiling, and of course John and Dakota are smiling.

We get up and head out of the control panel room, saying our sayonara to the card members.

As we head into the hallway, I see our friend from Jim Cramer's display on the phone talking a Swedish mile a min. We thank everyone and head to the limousine. Our baggage is already in the limo as the plaza 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 mute."David, I want to sell my domicile in the Hampton. I understand from my realtor champion that that Job kid wants my house and is offering 11 million for it, which I think I'll issue,"Mom tells me. I just move over her a hug.

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

"No, not really. I think I'll probably stay fresh about a elbow room entire of stuff and sell the repose. Too many bad retentiveness,"Mom tells me.

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

The limo stop consonant in front of Mom's jet. We all get out and carry our own luggage on to the jet. The co-pilot takes the baggage and stows it away. We all take a ass. The planing machine heads down the runway and into the air to direct back home.

CHAPTER 4

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

I received a text from Roger.

Firearm licence were approved. I overnighted them to your base. I saw the Jim Cramer show, congrats on your sale of the sawhorse tracks. 2 billion for all the tracks is an gravel number. verbalize to you soon, Roger.

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner tonight to keep. 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 duet of minute of N. Y. Stock Exchange time available,"Saint John the Apostle 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 approximation and have John and Dakota tell everyone that I want to withdraw everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG boy, and Fred. I get a couple of schoolbook 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 plane,"Should we invite Elizabeth ?"I say laughing out brassy. Gospel According to John also laughs and asks me,"Why did you prevent 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 bit then adds,"Should I text her and invite her to our celebratory dinner party ?"John asks smiling the whole time.

I just shake my top dog no, no need to poke the bear any longer, we won and we don't need to be bad summercater 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 good idea. She began texting Fred to let him know that we are all going to Longhorn, but that we wanted to stop and take vantage of our carry Trachinotus falcatus and purchase a couple of guns. He texted back that he will have a stretch limousine at the airport shortly when we arrive.

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

It 's not recollective before I hear the landing place gearing ignition lock into place, and we begin our descent into LAX. As we touch down on the rails, 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 buss Mom. As the jet comes to a stop, I see out the windowpane that Fred is waiting with the bole unfastened and the back door capable. The co-pilot begins bringing down the luggage to the foot of the stairs. Fred picks them up and puts them into the automobile trunk. The three madam seem all wiped out. I pull Fred aside and ask if we could turn back 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 permit. Dakota really seems excited. I text Jennifer and Paula that I had their carry permits. I also texted Marcus that I had his dribble permit. He texted back that he was excited that they came so soon. I asked Fred to fall in us the reference for the gun store 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 man room access, but alas he ended up in a corner of the parking lot.

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

We all got out of our several vehicles and went inside. We were met by a large man who probably tilted the scurf in the 375 to 400-pound range. We all showed him our carry permits. He told us to expect around and he would answer any questions we might deliver.

I selected the same model that I took the gun class with, a Smith & Wesson 9mm. John also selected a standardized model for himself. Dakota, with the lowly handwriting, chose a minor 9 mm that only held 12 in the magazine. The guns 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 induce a firearm, but then again there was no carry permit for her in the envelope.

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

I paid for all the weapons on my incorporated credit lineup. The heavyset man who sold us all our guns smiled when he saw the total. We all walked out of the gun workshop with our purchases and with the holsters and with some ammo. In the limousine, John, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our magazine.

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

Dakota leaned over to me and said,"Down dada, 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. strain ended up going up a record $ 37.50 per share, the greatest one day profit in Jaxson Inc history. I did the math quick for Dakota, 10,000 shares up by $ 37.50 per share match Dakota's strain increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the restaurant. I noticed three Hispanic younker just kind of hanging around outside the main door.

John, Marcus and I walked rightfield by them into the eating place. Fred parked the limousine and joined us inside.

The hostess took us to our table, where the peeress were already laughing and having a good prison term. I looked around and didn't see Amy.

"Did anyone remember to receive Amy ?"I asked.

Silence.

I just shook my head. whoremonger was already texting Amy telling her to get her cute ass over to Longhorn's chophouse because dad 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 Gospel According to John doing his sound ‘ Polly gets the boot ’. Mom was laughing so severe, I thought she was going to snort her drinking out through her olfactory organ from John's antics.

I ordered another round of starter and of trend, I kept the cheesy shrimp when two of them came to the tabular array. I wasn't about to let one of then go to Saint John and get eaten like a termite eats wood.

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

"You should know by now that I invite everyone, if you didn't get an invite, then just text 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 chief course arrived, our boy lav once again showed signs of maturity again taking care that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to splurge and purchase order a fully loaded baked potato. Saint John the Apostle didn't think there was enough butter or false 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 to her belly. I hadn't announced it yet, so I decided that now was as goodness a prison term as any.

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

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

Everyone starts hugging Jill. Dakota hugs me as well. Bobby and Sammy get chatting about some different cookery to appease now three Lady 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 throw nestling, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the right clock time to experience children. She was looking forward to being ‘ grannie ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no longsighted on the board of directors, Mom now controlled the majority of the lineage and liked where Jill and I were taking the company.

Kim and Kay sat at the reverse end of the table chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the tabular array. I took a president from a mesa behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"Ladies, are you having a salutary time ? It seemed the other Night that you and the smut Twin were having a respectable discussion, anything I should bonk about ?"I asked.

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

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

"Oh, of course of study, he says that since we are adult, we get to pee our own decision on what to do with our dead body. However, Allison keeps telling us that a porn calling can demand a turn for the regretful if one isn't careful,"Kim says.

"She's right. The porn twins and Belinda have all told me that they want out of the porn industry, which is why they are getting economic rent so cheaply for my pond house. 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 salary really well,"Kim follows up.

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

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

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

As we finished up with dinner party, I asked for the bill. The waiter brought the banknote over and I used my Jaxson Inc. incarnate card. Mom kissed me on the buttock and thanked Jill and I for a delightful day.

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

CHAPTER 5

At low gear, four of our ma'am walked external. John, Fred, Marcus, and I followed import later.

When we stepped outside, the three Hispanic American youths that we saw when we entered were now holding guns on us. John and Fred both reached for their own guns. 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 draw in your guns out at a family restaurant like this one,"I say.

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

King John is prepare to take them on, but I ask him to support down a small.

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

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

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

"Huh ? What are you talking about ? Give us your money or we will flash you,"the drawing card says.

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

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

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

"give us your money, gabardine boy,"the second one says to me.

"So, you're holding a pair of knucklebones plus one on the river giving you three diddlyshit, much like you three betting your life history 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 acknowledge why,"I tell them.

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

"I turn over my couple of carte du jour to testify you that I have a dyad of Queens and putting them with the distich on the table give me four world-beater, and everyone knows that four poof ALWAYS beats three diddley,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the slide on her gun back to suggest a gun is behind our three youths. The leader turns around to see Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and Sharon all holding cocked accelerator pedal at the three juvenility. The leader says something in Spanish to the other guys. They all lay their guns on the ground and put their workforce in the air.

Only about 30 irregular later, police force showed up and arrested our Hispanic younker. I was so proud of the ladies. They used their small-arm wisely and were not afraid one bit. It turns out that Kim and Kay had gotten to the doorway behind us and saw the three guys with the guns. They went to the stewardess stand and dialed 911 giving the exigency wheeler dealer the speech for the delay.

I hugged each lady. bathroom checked for Diane to defecate sure she was safe. I went over to Dakota and Jill and teasingly scolded them."Couldn't delay to use your throttle eh ?"I said smiling. The four young woman all kissed me, all though Sharon did twitch my ass during her kiss.

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

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

On the way, Dakota takes cathexis and unzips me, fishes out my cock and puts it in her mouth. She's licking the underside, getting my dick all wet and hard from her marvelous oral acquirement. Jill moves over to the seat adjacent to me in the limo. She places a helping hand on the back of Dakota's head pushing her towards my pelvis. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my cock oral sex is touching her uvula. Lots of saliva was escaping her cute little sass. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

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

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

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

"Damn Dakota, you are so getting well at this,"I say as I shoot all my seminal fluid into her accepting mouth. I hear her immerse three sentence letting none of it escape. I kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue. She hugs me strong and leans her heading on my shoulder purring in my ear.

When you are distracted by a beautiful woman sucking on your hammer the drive prison term to get home passing play quite quickly.

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

I hear the garage room access out-of-doors. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our bedroom and just underprice the clothes into the trammel. I put my bag in the cupboard and am happy that we are home. I shed my clothes and head in to postulate a shower. Again, I'm happy that this exhibitioner has jiffy hot water. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to exit the cascade, Amy stepped in.

She came over to me and began to stroke my rooster."papa, 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 buss her. I feel her warm minuscule hands stroking my voiceless cock. I lift her up by her waist, she wraps her peg around me. I step forward pushing her back against the rampart of the shower. I lower her down slowly. Her sweetened satiny kitty-cat slides down onto my rooster. We begin to thrust in unison. It doesn't rent very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD DADDY, YOU flavour SO FUCKING WONDERFUL INSIDE OF MY LITTLE pussy,"she says as the first coming rolls through her body.

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

As that wonderful familiar twinge made its appearance in my body, Amy came one more clip,"OH GAWD pa, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !"She says to me as I begin to shoot into her confection tight short pussy.

"OH, shag ME AMY, YOU feel SO GAWD shit WONDERFUL,"I say to her. I shoot all I have into her. We look into each other's eyes and embracing again. She begins to buss me, and I respond kissing her as well.

As we both settle down, we step out and dry each early off. Once we are all dry, she walks naked into my bedroom. I put on a pair of shorts and a Patrick Victor Martindale White tee shirt and top dog out to the hall. 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 non-white browned gravy. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delightful unused tuna fish appetizers on some Ritz cracker ready for us to eat.

I sat at the principal of the new dining way board. I see Fred and Mom holding hands. 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 life for the better.

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