The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The dining table of Directors

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

Fred was ready for all of us with a stretch limousine. He stood there stoically holding the rear door open for us and having the luggage compartment open and waiting.

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

Once we were all in the limo, the drive to the airport was rather promptly as there was little to no dealings on the road. Everyone looked tired as we had played rather tough the retiring couple of days. Mom, John, and Jill all sat next to each other and of course, my darling Dakota sat next to me. I did posting that she was beginning to look a bit plumper. The maternity was obviously beginning to show. Dakota put her head on my articulatio humeri 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 couple of delightful pizza plaza in Little Italian Republic. Of course of action, Saint John was excited that he would be getting ‘ real'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 limo was waiting for us. The weather was delightful, spring-like. The jet was parked, and we all got off. The copilot removed all our luggage and the limousine driver put it in the luggage compartment of the limousine.

The driver took us to the Plaza as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three cortege. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for whoremonger and Dakota, although they had break bottom to slumber on.

I noticed that King John had bought himself an help'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 Plaza, the bellboy retrieved our luggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The staff member gave us all the plastic keystone to get into our suites. I noticed the time and made my way to the limousine again to head towards the studio where Mad Money was taped.

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

I asked the manufacturer when the taping would air, she said that it would air Wed evening, which I was well-chosen about.

Jim Cramer was his common self, he was all over the studio apartment asking query, waiting for answers, and then hitting me with keep up up doubtfulness. All in all, we had a nice session, right hand at the very end, I announced the horse tracks being sold. I gave him a figure of 2 Billion dollars. He smiled and told me that the heap of selling the knight trail was a mark of star. I thanked him for the compliment. After the tape, I asked him if he had any time to attend our dining table of director's get together at 9 am, he told me that he's working kick Box at that hour and he thanked me for the invite. We shook paw and I left, however, before I left, I gave his manufacturer a curb for his charity. I didn't make any character of big deal out of it, I just left it for him. She thanked me.

I took the limo back to the Plaza. Mom had already made us dinner reservations at an Italian eatery in Little Italy. John was salivating at the thought of getting a confessedly New House of York pizza. In fact, I thought that maybe we might have to get a part with one for him to institute back to the Plaza and eat later.

As we get to the restaurant, it smells delicious. We all go inside. I see baskets of garlic loot on the tables. I see a couple of extra-large cheese pizzas on mesa and they look and smell Delicious. We order three spear carrier with child pizzas and two baskets of garlic cabbage. I social club a bottle of Chianti for the ladies and toilet to suffer with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. John sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a peachy sentence. When the pizza pie comes, whoremonger practically takes three slices and shoves them all in his back talk. We all just gag at the fatuity of John. I ask the waitress if we could also order another extra-large Malva sylvestris to take with us back to the hotel. I see John's heart light up hearing the to go order.

We sit, we eat, we discuss the secret plan program for the board group meeting tomorrow. Mom wants to reach it a blood-bath, but I talk her 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 bathroom and Dakota up to their room. Mom wants to have a deglutition in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and take in a seat. The bar itself might just be the nicest hotel bar that I have ever been in. The rear end are all cushioned leather, they are overstuffed soften leather. The waitress is a delicious young lady that takes our parliamentary procedure and Mom's room number.

Jill decides to ingest a drink of wine-coloured, Mom decides on an old fashioned with top shelf hard liquor. Me ? I just have a bottle of water. I didn't want to get to the point 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 meeting without Mom at first. About an hour into the meeting, Mom would demonstrate up. When Polly decides that she wants to call for a voter turnout, that would be when Mom stands up and point to the podium that I'm sure they will have set up.

Mom would talk over what Bob wanted and why he hired both Jill and me to run Jaxson Inc. She would maneuver out that he never was a fan of the board since they all stuck their hands out wanting money but rarely offering anything of worth to the corporation.

Mom thought it was a delightful idea, but she decided that she would get in with us, but sit in the back. She wanted to watch over the whole appearance from the first moment that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions.

Mom warned that Polly will let a long list of my decision, such as hiring Roger Lyndon Johnson and paying him a top pay AND buying him a condo and paying the HOA fees for two years.

Or hiring Jennifer, John Lackland's Mom as the director of Real the three estates 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 things at the Hawk. Or spending $ 165 million to purchase 5 multistorey billet buildings across the US and one in Toronto.

In accession, she'll probably bring in up Tina, who was under a 5-year contract with Jaxson Inc. but now is in genus Arizona with her female parent, she'll most likely item out what a bad investment that was.

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

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

I hugged Mom, she knew the shady tactics of the board all too well. She spent a couple of hour regaling Jill and I with write up about how much they made Bob's life sentence miserable. I will, of form, make a point to ‘ give thanks them'for all showing up to Bob's funeral…. oh wait, not a single one of them could be concerned that the founder of the company passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to pass 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 mates, Mr. and Mrs Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. First the offered condolences on Bob's passing. Second, they informed us that they were in town because of the special meeting that Polly had set up. They were supposed to be heading to the Bahama's to relish a couple weeks of R n R, but this meeting changed their architectural plan. I was wary of them. Were they industrial plant of Polly's ? Did they actually change their plan to get along to this get together, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't receive them to fall in us.

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

That brought Mom to another issue, company cards. Mom was for sure she would have a list of whom has been issued a corporate card and probably a lean of all the outlay spent on each card.

I was very happy with all this thought Mom had put into the board coming together. I noticed that John sat secretive by listening and watching. I looked around and saw that we were the alone ones left in the bar, everyone else had left. I was still a bit nervous about the Davidson couple, but it was too late to occupy about it now.

To John's surprise, the Uber noblewoman showed up with not one, but two cheese pizza. I pulled out my card to pay for them, but John had already taken charge of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'delivery. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at John, but he was skillful enough to go out one pizza for the three of us and he took the other one up to his room with Dakota.

The bartender came over to us asking if we wanted any further drinks as it was"last Call ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another chicken feed of wine, me, I stuck to my bottled water system 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 be intimate that one of the producer from Jim Cramer's appearance Mad Money and Squawk Box would be in the crowd watching and taping quietly. She would upload the completely meeting to her boss back at the studio apartment each time we break for whatever cause. Mom loved the estimation that we could if needed put short 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 section I had with Jim Cramer later that day and announcing on national TV the sales event of the gymnastic horse path.

Mom picked up her earpiece and dialed her stockbroker, which she got at home plate in San Francisco, she told him to buy 10,000 shares at 9:01 am New York time, the moment the stock mart surface and to buy another 10,000 shares for Jill and me and put it on her account. A groggy stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the horse runway cut-rate sale announced on Jim Cramer's show would go the stock by as a lot as $ 5 a parcel, 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 crapulence, we all got up. We hugged, we kissed, and we agreed to foregather in the Plazas eating house at 6:30 to experience breakfast and prep again for the meeting. Of course, having trick eat breakfast with us here at the shopping mall might cost us quite a bit. This made all three of us laugh.

Jill and I walked hand in helping hand to our suite. Mom walked on the early side of me. When we got into the elevator, Mom squeezed my buns, which made me smile.

When we each reached our cortege, Mom kissed both Jill and I and headed into her room. Jill and I went into our suite, which I was trusted that our friend Polly will ask why we didn't stay at the local Pinetree. I asked Jill to investigate our Pinetree criminal record and check to see if any of the table fellow member use the Pinetree or do they stay elsewhere. Jill logged into the governance portal and found the information I wanted. I just smiled, leaned over and kissed my gorgeous wife.

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

CHAPTER 2

When we got up, Jill called the other two suite making sure that Gospel According to John and Dakota were up and getting set and checking on Mom. Of course of instruction, because of the importance of the day, everyone was up and in diverse state of getting ready.

We all decided to just run across at the eatery. Jill only took a few more transactions, since she had begun an 60 minutes earlier.

I put on my full suit of clothes, but in my oral sex, I thought about wearing a pair of shorts and a Cuban style shirt, but I decided not to get fired before I had a probability to state my case.

When Jill was ready, we headed out to the elevator. It was nice staying on the 17th flooring, one floor shortstop of the top. At least we were adequate ‘ somebodies'to pace a high-end way 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, toilet and Dakota were already waiting for us. In my head, I was beaming to see that King John was not challenging anything that Dakota said, he listened, he made government note, and he stayed silent.

Jill kissed John, I kissed Dakota and we headed into the restaurant. The hostess sat us in a nice board, but she said she would play Mom over when she came down. Jill texted her that we were all in the eating place waiting for her. Mom texted back that she would be down in about a one-half 60 minutes and to ordination without her. That sparked lav, who told us that he slept like a child with all that pizza in his belly. All three of us just laughed.

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

Mom arrived just an expected a half an hour later. John stood, pulled out a electric chair for her and pushed it into the tabular array. I get more and Sir Thomas More proud of him as he continues to mature.

I look around the table, everyone is wearing their right outfit. John has his shameful pinstriped suit on with a maroon shirt and a black and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a lightlessness dress and black Patten leather shoe with only about a 2"heel.

Jill was wearing a black apparel as well, only she had a beautiful cobalt blue sky belted ammunition and matching blue dress heels.

I wore my black suit as well, however, I wore a recondite blue clothes shirt and a black and Andrew Dickson White swirled tie.

Mom decided to give up a midway finger to the board and wore a bright red dress with a black belt and black shiny skid with only about a 1"cad. She also wore a beautiful infield and ruby neckless that hung in the decollete 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 mass who came to our mesa, Mom seemed to do it all of them. After each one left, she had a commentary about them. Mom asked King John if he would see her inside the board encounter 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 enemy, and whom was neutral. To Mom, the indifferent ace were the keys to this meeting.

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

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

The key fruit, according to Mom were the four indifferent extremity : Virginia Pogue, Julie Shades, fall guy 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 cause and we could persuade them to think more rationally and not allow Polly to bully them into her way of thinking.

John out of the amobarbital sodium suggested that I ask them what they are expecting of a CEO. This was a terrifying idea I felt. I pulled out a small art object of theme to write it down, but Dakota spun her adjunct's Word of God around to me. She already had it written down in her book.

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

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

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

We walked to our limousine. We had an sure-enough gentleman's gentleman, who reminded me of Fred. Tall, stoic, polite and had everything ready for us.

John and I waited for the peeress 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 bureau all set up waiting for us. We all smiled and walked mighty past them. We were greeted by the pass security measures 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 know that Mom was with us. We knew immediately which room held the meeting, the one that had several reporters and a couple of cameramen waiting for us.

Mom, Jill, Dakota, and Saint John the Apostle all walked right-hand by the press. I stopped for a pair of instant to reply a couple of questions.

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

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

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

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

"Last dubiousness,"I say.

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

"fountainhead, I guess I'll go have tiffin, does anyone cognize a good restaurant around here ?"I ask eliciting a few chuckles. I thank everyone for their time and offer for them to come into the meeting, they all decline.

Once inside the meeting way, I see one of the producers from Jim Cramer's show as well as a couple of camera set up in the cover box of the room. I nod to her and proceed walking towards Jill. lavatory and Dakota have taken up derriere behind Jill and me. Although I walked right past her, whoremonger whispered in my ear that Mom was all the way in the endorse row of the room and in the middle of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The table fellow member file in and strike their buttocks in front man of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to bring the get together to order, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the oral sex of the plank. Polly had to apologize to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"fellow member of the board, this extra meeting was called by board member Polly Nestor to discuss the performance of the company's CEO David Greene. Mr. Henry Graham Greene, would you like to make an porta comment to the board ?"

"Um, yes I would. thank to Elizabeth, this is a complete waste matter of the board's clip. But, let's get on with this travesty,"I say. I see Polly just fuming.

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

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

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

"Oh, but I do have that right wing. You see, under the collective police of New York, every table member is considered a populace frame 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 gens, Polly ?"Mr. Michaelson asks.

"Because it's not her public figure. Her gens 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 admirer on the board.

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

"Mr. Davidson, I have aught further to say to the display panel at this prison term,"I tell him.

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

Mr. Fishman, a non-friend chooses to take a shit a financial statement,"Thank you Mr. Chairman. I believe that this man has perpetrated a fraud against this society and should be removed. He has spent money like it was water supply. He has no regard for any of the members of the board and he shows his arrogance by showing up without an attorney,"He says. Jill leans into me and rustle,"Not a very good chess opening statement, guess that's why Mom called him ‘ angle head'she says smiling.

"Um, miss Greene, would you like to urinate an opening affirmation as well ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

"fountainhead, yes. My name is Jill Morgan-Greene, not misfire Greene. I'm not trying to mislead any of the gameboard members as to my figure, veracious Elizabeth ?"My married woman pokes the bear once again.

I whisper in her ear to remember that Mr. Davidson is a booster but in a shaky view being Chairman of the board. She just smiles.

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

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

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

"Whatever, Mister Greene, do you understand why you are even here today ?"Polly asks.

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A cockeyed panel penis, who believes that her unqualified daughter should own my position, even though she has no commercial enterprise insightfulness, no history of successful study, and no power to run a multi-national pot. Hell, she's not even a attorney,"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. Henry Graham Greene, what is this that you're handing the table ?"He asks.

"This is a photographic print out from all 50 State Department in the country showing that Alicia Nestor does not have a permit to practice law in any of the 50 commonwealth. Oh, she graduated from law school, but she does not let a licence at this moment. Care to debate with me Elizabeth II ?"I say once again poking the bear.

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

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

I hear some grumbling and rustling in the audience.

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

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

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

"Here, right here. I have it on good authority that you spend this company's money as if it was your own. concern to refuse that ?"Polly says.

"Other than you Elizabeth, how many board members are sports fan of baseball, either the Yank ( which gets some sunniness from the crowd ) or the Mets ( not quite as a good deal cheering ) ?"I ask the table in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

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

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the first to serve,"Because they want to win. To be the trump, and thus they pay for the sound,"he tells the board.

"Exactly,"I say agreeing with him.

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

Again, Mr. Fishman uses the Saami response to answer my question.

"Again, Mr. Fishman you are make up,"I say seeing him puff his chest out in pride.

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

Polly interjects,"Yes, that's nice, but we're talking line of work not baseball,"she says.

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

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

"Because it is one of the best 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 of action,"she replies.

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

"It's NOT the Lapplander affair,"she says with venom in her voice.

"Then please, illuminate us how it's different,"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 car you bought on companionship 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 married woman, the film director of Financial Affairs is to be driving what ? A mid-80's Chevy ? Not really the proper car for a woman of her stature. Or maybe you believe that Jennifer, our director of Real 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 junk car that you keep together with duct mag 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 office 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 plank to cast a balloting on my uphold employment.

I feel a helping hand on my shoulder. It's Mom.

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

"As the large single stock-holder, I wasn't aware that I had to notify anyone of my actions,"She tells the board with venom in her voice and a smile on her face.

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

CHAPTER 3

Mom decides to take on Elizabeth's cockeyed reason for calling this meeting.

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

Polly doesn't say a word.

John leans over to me and writes on my tablet that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball reference. I smile an nod my head. I was happy that lavatory saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata pitch blackness had taken a defensive posture with her munition crossed on her dresser. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ bitch'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a toilet break as Dakota was meaning. Before he even had metre to grant the gaolbreak, 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 manufacturer from Jim Cramer's appearance to follow us outside. Surprising to me, when we got into the hall, there were no reporters at all. The producer met us out in the hallway.

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

"meter to crap them squirm,"I tell her.

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

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

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

Once we were all seated, Polly tried to bully herself into opening the get together. 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 present a state of the society update ?"I ask.

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

I decide to get up and walk around. I know that I think better when I'm on my groundwork. John 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 state of the ship's company, all of the company,"I say to the board.

"A few months ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a company called Happy, Happee limo. This purchase leads to other accomplishment. happy, Happee limousine was created by a fair sex named Sasha. However, Sasha was a shady graphic symbol. She bought other society and hid them under the permit of Happy, Happee Limo. She had several sawbuck raceway, a recording studio apartment, a pharmacy group, and a truckage company. All of these companies were acquired for no additional toll to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip product, a pornography studio,"I tell them.

This, of track, outrages Elizabeth.

"MISTER Greene, are you telling this board that Jaxson, Inc. owns a pornographic studio ?"She barks.

"No, not at all. Within a week of finding out that we had acquired a porn studio, I phone Bob who instructed me to line up a new owner, which I did. I found a college student named Allison. She was working hard, very concentrated to make Tulip Productions work. Per Bob's request, I sold Tulip production to Allison for a zero-interest loan. Bob felt that we needed to get this company off our account book, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her inaugural payment, just this preceding Dominicus. 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. Greene,"Mr. Davidson says.

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

"Now, it is easy to bit guess the deal, but followed Bob Jaxson's direction and sold off Tulip Productions and now have an income into Jaxson Inc. From there, I moved on to the hauling company. We merged it with our own trucking and logistics company. One of the things that occurred right away was the price of truck tires went up dramatically and the quality of the tires dropped dramatically. I contact several tire manufacturing fellowship. One company was willing to mold with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tyre and had them shipped to our top 15 truckage locations. We increased the sale price of the tires only a little bit. Within 9 days we had sold out of the 1000 tire, so I ordered more tires, twice the quantity and had them shipped to the same 15 localization, again we sold out, this clock time in 8 Clarence Day. There was no mistaking this, we had a waiting inclination from each of our 15 emplacement. Again, we ordered another treble the number of tires bringing us to a total of 4,000 tires. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tires in 11 days. Now, on the position, we were keeping all the used truck tires that needed to be sent for retreading to BF GOODRICH'S retread location just outside of Dallas, Texas. We ship them to the location, they retread them, and they pay to send them to the 15 locating, which in tour we sell at a deeply discounted Leontyne Price for poke, chinchy price than any other tire allocator in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the heads nodding, even Elizabeth.

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

"After the recording studio, we look at the pharmacy party. We hired a United States President, who unfortunately passed away a distich of calendar week ago. We are currently interviewing replacement campaigner,"I tell them.

"Now, onto the horse cart track. There are piles of governmental regulating, each one different by state. I took a skilful hard looking at, along with my married woman at the horse racetrack. We made the determination to sell them. We were contacted by an investment radical led by one of the largest stockholder 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 wonderful horse cavalry rails ? I'm sure you didn't get enough,"Elizabeth 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 set up to hear that issue,"I say to them.

"Mr. Graham Greene, the board would wish to know what amount of money you received for the horse trail. Did it outstrip 100 million ?"bell ringer McKenzie asks.

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

I lean back to whoremaster and ask him to write out the sales agreement amount. He picks up a heavyset fatal sharpie and writes the amount $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the sign up for the board members to read. No one speaks, nor do they make a sound. John turns around the mansion so the people in the audience can see the monetary value. I hear toilet's favorite watchword come from the audience,"piece of tail, ”. This causes John to express joy out tatty. I just chortle, Dakota laughs out brassy as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

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

"Yes, of course, oh, and did I mention that there was no cost in acquiring the cavalry cartroad, so the money is pure profit. Isn't that what you pay me to do, make this society an insane amount of money ?"I ask of them.

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

"The Pinetree is undergoing massive revisions to upgrade the whole make. We are going to berth the brand in the Marriott courtyard level. We're going to have a national competition to rename the brand to something that we all ilk. As for the restaurant group, we have a unit in Tampa, Florida that has a coach who has added something to cook the restaurant suit more interesting. He has added to the menu by including the Cuban food that is popular in Tampa. I'm adding this to our brand across the res publica, adding cultural card pick for the restaurant patron to delight,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to direct the board,"I would wish to offer a proposition to the control panel. We need to absent the jacket on Jill's and Jacques Louis David's bonus structure. Let me call for a voting, all those in party favor say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the largest stockholder and along with our stock, she now has to a greater extent than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this morning."Motion stands and is passed,"Mom tells the board. Elizabeth I is now madder than before. She reels backward realizing that she is powerless to overtake Mom's proposals.

"Elizabeth, 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 curb a military position longsighted than 20 yr. Also, that to meet any recompense for being a board member, you must attend all 4 control panel meetings otherwise you receive to a lesser extent money from your appointment to the gameboard. In addition, I nominate Saint David Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now have a declaration for not 5 years but 10 old age, along with his wife our manager 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, wait. You can't do that ?"She says.

"Oh, but we can. Mrs. Jaxson has sum control of the voting parcel of the stock,"I lean in and kiss her on the impudence. The security comes and bodyguard Elizabeth I out of the board room. The five of us just wave bye-bye to her, she is fuming and not happy at all. I'm smiling, Jill's grinning, Mom's grinning, and of course John and Dakota are smiling.

We get up and point out of the board room, saying our bye to the add-in members.

As we head into the hall, I see our booster from Jim Cramer's show on the phone talking a mile a minute. We thank everyone and head to the limo. Our luggage is already in the limo as the center held it for us and then loaded it into the limo for us.

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

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

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

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

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

The limousine period in front of Mom's jet. We all get out and carry our own luggage on to the jet. The co-pilot takes the luggage and stows it away. We all take a seat. The aeroplane head word down the rails and into the air to head back home.

CHAPTER 4

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

I received a text from Roger.

Firearm permits were approved. I overnighted them to your home. I saw the Jim Cramer show, congrats on your sale of the sawbuck tracks. 2 billion for all the track is an amazing number. Talk 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 distich of hours of New York Stock Exchange time available,"John tells me. I was gladiola to see John staying abreast of our strain.

"Anyone up for a dinner out tonight ?"I ask. Dakota moves over future to me and suggests Longhorn Steakhouse. I love the estimation and have John and Dakota tell everyone that I want to involve everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG boys, and Fred. I get a couplet of text edition messages saying that longhorn sounds delicious. I ask that everyone is contacted.

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

I ask everyone in the aeroplane,"Should we invite Elizabeth ?"I say laughing out loud. bathroom also laughs and asks me,"Why did you retain calling her Elizabeth II ?"

"For two reasonableness, one I knew it pissed her off and two it made her look silly using a epithet 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 party ?"John asks smiling the solid time.

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

I ask Jill if we should block off and buy some gunslinger since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a good melodic theme. She began texting Fred to let him have it away that we are all going to longhorn, but that we wanted to block off and take advantage of our carry permit and leverage a couple of guns. He texted back that he will have a stretching limo at the airport shortly when we arrive.

Mom looks exhausted. I have her sit down next to me. I begin to rub her foundation. She tilts her head back and just let me spend a penny 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 appurtenance curl into spot, and we begin our descent into LAX. As we touch down on the rail, Dakota is squeezing my deal. She still doesn't like this part of the trip.

I lean over and osculate her. I lean the other way and kiss Mom. As the jet comes to a stop, I see out the window that Fred is waiting with the trunk out-of-doors and the back door spread out. The co-pilot begins bringing down the luggage to the pes of the stairs. Fred picks them up and puts them into the trunk. The three dame seem all wiped out. I pull Fred aside and ask if we could stop at a gun workshop. 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 stockpile permit. He texted back that he was excited that they came so soon. I asked Fred to chip in us the address for the gun shop class 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 room access, but alas he ended up in a corner of the parking lot.

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

We all got out of our respective vehicles and went inside. We were met by a large man who probably tilted the scale of measurement in the 375 to 400-pound orbit. We all showed him our carry permits. He told us to look around and he would do any doubt we might have.

I selected the same role model that I took the gun grade with, a Adam Smith & Wesson 9mm. John also selected a similar model for himself. Dakota, with the small hands, chose a small-scale 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 have a firearm, but then again there was no carry permission for her in the envelope.

I asked if we could have three box seat of ammo and a holster for each gun. He gladly offered us shoulder holsters, waist holsters, and even mortise joint holsters. We all chose a waist holster, but trick also selected a shoulder holster. Jill didn't want a holster, she only wanted it to be stored safely in her pocketbook. Dakota, Jennifer, and Paula all followed causa. The gun workshop man also threw in trigger locks to keep open 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 experience a gun rubber, but when will the locksmith guy get to installing that ?

I paid for all the artillery on my bodied cite circuit board. The heavyset man who sold us all our gas pedal smiled when he saw the sum up. We all walked out of the gun shop with our purchases and with the holsters and with some ammo. In the limo, John, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our mag.

I assumed that the ladies 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 arrive. For whatever reason, the CG male child did not join us for dinner. BJ and Danni did arrive a few bit later in Danni's car.

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

trick announced that the food market had closed about an hour ago, shares of Jaxson Inc. origin ended up going up a disc $ 37.50 per portion, the greatest one day gain in Jaxson Inc history. I did the math quick for Dakota, 10,000 part up by $ 37.50 per percentage equal Dakota's stock increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the eatery. I noticed three Hispanic youthfulness just kind of hanging around outside the main door.

John, Marcus and I walked right by them into the restaurant. Fred parked the limousine and joined us inside.

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

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

Silence.

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

I smiled hearing that she was on way. Dakota had told her to repulse her BMW. A few minute of arc later, Amy walked into the eatery. She laughed when she saw John doing his undecomposed ‘ Polly gets the boot ’. Mom was laughing so toilsome, I thought she was going to snort her drink out through her olfactory organ from Saint John's antics.

I ordered another beat of starter and of grade, I kept the cheesy shrimp 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 white ant grub wood.

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

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

Amy plunks herself down between Dakota and Jill with everyone just enjoying each early's society. As the main form arrived, our boy John once again showed polarity of adulthood again taking care that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to splurge and parliamentary procedure a fully loaded baked tater. St. John didn't think there was decent butter or off-key emollient 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 practiced a metre 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 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 preparation to appease now three madam 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 sustain children, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the right hand sentence to have youngster. She was looking forward to being ‘ Grandma ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no longer on the board of theatre director, Mom now controlled the majority of the stock and liked where Jill and I were taking the company.

Kim and Kay sat at the opponent end of the table chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the board. I took a death chair from a tabular array behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"Ladies, are you having a good clip ? It seemed the early night that you and the porn twins were having a estimable discussion, anything I should know about ?"I asked.

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

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

"Oh, of course, he says that since we are adults, we get to make our own decision on what to do with our bodies. However, Allison keeps telling us that a porno career can aim a bend for the unsound if one isn't careful,"Kim says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 5

At first, four of our ladies walked international. whoremaster, Fred, Marcus, and I followed moments later.

When we stepped outside, the three Spanish American juvenility that we saw when we entered were now holding gun for hire on us. John and Fred both reached for their own guns. They three younker warned them not to ‘ try it ’.

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

"Hey guy rope, there's no need to pull your guns out at a family eatery like this one,"I say.

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

whoremonger is ready to take them on, but I ask him to back down a niggling.

"Guys, do you all go to a casino to dally fire hook ?"I ask.

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood parking area. They have our best-loved game, Texas keep'em"their leader says.

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

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

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

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

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

"springiness us your money, white 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 sprightliness for a distich of bucks,"I say.

"I decide to go all in as well, but you're going to fall behind and you don't even make out why,"I tell them.

"give us your money, this is your last monition,"the third one says.

"I turn over my pair of poster to show you that I have a duo of Queens and putting them with the couple on the table sacrifice me four Queens, and everyone knows that four Queens ALWAYS beats three knave,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the microscope slide on her gun back to indicate 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 drawing card says something in Spanish people to the other guys. They all lay their guns on the ground and put their mitt in the air.

Only about 30 endorsement later, Police showed up and arrested our Hispanic youths. I was so lofty of the madam. They used their firearms 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 hombre with the guns. They went to the hostess pedestal and dialed 911 giving the emergency hustler the speech for the delay.

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

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

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

On the way, Dakota takes bang and unzips me, fishes out my cock and puts it in her mouth. She's licking the bottom, getting my cock all wet and hard from her howling oral accomplishment. Jill moves over to the seat next to me in the limousine. She places a hand on the back of Dakota's head pushing her towards my pelvic arch. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my stopcock head is touching her uvula. Lots of saliva was escaping her precious little mouth. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

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

I texted Paula that Fred was going to spend the night and thus won't be bringing the limo back to the cleaning area tonight. She texted back that she was already at the Chateau, but she would let the overnight director know the position with the limo.

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

"Damn Dakota, you are so getting better at this,"I say as I shoot all my come into her accepting mouth. I hear her live with three time letting none of it escape. I kiss her, tasting myself on her spit. She hugs me arduous and leans her mind on my articulatio humeri purring in my ear.

When you are distracted by a beautiful woman sucking on your stopcock the drive prison term to get nursing home laissez passer quite quickly.

As Fred pulls into the courtyard, I announce that we are home. Fred holds the door overt and the trunk popped. Each of us reaches into the bole and snaffle our own luggage. However, Fred won't let Mom ask her own luggage, instead, he offers to carry it into the business firm for her. I just smile, it's nice to see Mom happy.

I hear the garage door opened. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our bedroom and just deck the clothes into the hamper. I put my suitcase in the cupboard and am happy that we are home. I shed my clothes and head in to subscribe a rain shower. Again, I'm happy that this rain shower has blink of an eye hot weewee. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to exit the shower, Amy stepped in.

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

I hug her and osculate her. I feel her warm small-scale hands stroking my knockout cock. I lift her up by her shank, she wraps her legs around me. I step forward pushing her back against the wall of the shower. I lower her down slowly. Her sweet satiny cunt slides down onto my dick. We begin to thrust in unison. It doesn't bring very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD pappa, YOU smell SO screwing WONDERFUL INSIDE OF MY LITTLE PUSSY,"she says as the first orgasm rolls through her body.

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

As that wonderful familiar twinge made its show in my dead body, Amy came one more time,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !"She says to me as I begin to dissipate into her sweet tight little pussy.

"OH, nookie ME AMY, YOU tactile property SO GAWD darn WONDERFUL,"I say to her. I shoot all I have into her. We look into each other's eyes and embrace again. She begins to kiss me, and I respond kissing her as well.

As we both settle down, we step out and dry each other off. Once we are all dry, she walks raw into my bedroom. I put on a span of trunks and a white tee shirt and oral sex 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 ‘ banger and Mashed ’. I had to ask what it was. He explained that it is a sausage with a thick mashed potato and a disconsolate brown gravy. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delightful fresh tuna appetiser on some ritz cracker bonbon ready for us to eat.

I sat at the head of the new dining room table. I see Fred and Mom holding hired hand. 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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