The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The Board of conductor

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill, Dakota, trick, 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 lady had at least two pieces of luggage.

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

Sammy and Bobby were also up and made each of us an egg sandwich. They had umber 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 spry as there was little to no traffic on the road. Everyone looked tired as we had played rather severe the past dyad of day. Mom, trick, and Jill all sat following to each other and of course, my darling Dakota sat following to me. I did notice that she was beginning to take care a bit plumper. The pregnancy was obviously beginning to evince. Dakota put her head on my shoulder and just dozed off.

Jill, Mom, and whoremaster were all chatting away. They were excited to be going to NYC. Mom said she knew of a couple of delightful pizza pie places in Little Italian Republic. Of class, John was excited that he would be getting ‘ material'pizza. I just smiled listening to him jaw on and on about good pizza.

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

The number one wood took us to the Plaza as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three rooms. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for whoremonger and Dakota, although they had split bottom to sleep on.

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

When we arrived at the Plaza, the bellboy retrieved our luggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The staff appendage gave us all the plastic keys to get into our suites. I noticed the time and made my way to the limousine again to lead towards the studio where Mad Money was taped.

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

I asked the producer 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 apartment asking doubt, waiting for resolution, and then hitting me with follow up enquiry. All in all, we had a overnice session, right at the very end, I announced the cavalry tracks being sold. I gave him a figure of 2 gazillion one dollar bill. He smiled and told me that the hatful of selling the horse cavalry raceway was a scrape of brainiac. I thanked him for the compliment. After the tape recording, I asked him if he had any clip to attend our gameboard of director's meeting at 9 am, he told me that he's working Squawk Box at that hr and he thanked me for the invite. We shook hands and I left, however, before I left, I gave his producer a check for his charity. I didn't make any type of big plenty 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 eating place in Little Italian Republic. toilet was salivating at the thought of getting a reliable New York pizza. In fact, I thought that maybe we might give to get a fifth wheel one for him to convey back to the mall and eat later.

As we get to the restaurant, it smells pleasant-tasting. We all go inside. I see baskets of garlic boodle on the mesa. I see a distich of extra-large tall mallow pizza pie on table and they look and smell delicious. We order three extra large pizzas and two hoop of garlic bread. I society a feeding bottle of Chianti for the ladies and John to have with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. lav sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a large time. When the pizza pie comes, whoremaster practically takes three slices and shoves them all in his mouth. We all just jest at the fatuity of John. I ask the waitress if we could also order another extra-large cheese to take with us back to the hotel. I see John's center light up hearing the to go order.

We sit, we eat, we discuss the biz plan for the board meeting tomorrow. Mom wants to piss it a blood-bath, but I talk her down feather from the shelf. I have a plan and I would like to run it and hold Polly squirm.

As we head back inside the Plaza, we send John and Dakota up to their room. Mom wants to experience a drink in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and take a place. The bar itself might just be the nicest hotel bar that I have ever been in. The keister are all cushioned leather, they are overstuffed cushioned leather. The waitress is a delightful offspring dame that takes our gild and Mom's elbow room number.

Jill decides to give birth a drink of wine-coloured, Mom decides on an old fashioned with top ledge liquor. Me ? I just have a bottle of body of water. I didn't want to get to the point of not enjoying the show that Polly is intending on putting on for us.

I suggest to Mom that John, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the board meeting without Mom at first. About an hour into the meeting, Mom would show up. When Polly decides that she wants to call for a vote, that would be when Mom stands up and head word to the podium that I'm sure they will sustain 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 board since they all stuck their hired man out wanting money but rarely offering anything of worth to the corp.

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

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

Or hiring Jennifer, John's Mom as the theater director of material Estate and paying her a top wage. Or having Paula run Happy, Happee limo even though she doesn't have any managerial experience. Or having Sharon run affair at the Hawk. Or spending $ 165 million to buy 5 multistory spot buildings across the US and one in Toronto.

In add-on, she'll probably bring up Tina, who was under a 5-year contract with Jaxson Inc. but now is in Grand Canyon State with her Mother, she'll most likely point 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 foresighted. Buying two Mercedes, one for Jill and one for Sharon. And now, buying a new Aepyceros melampus for Jennifer. 5 automobile in just a few months.

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

I hugged Mom, she knew the suspicious tactics of the board all too well. She spent a brace of hours regaling Jill and I with history about how a good deal they made Bob's lifetime abject. I will, of course, make a point to ‘ thank 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 fellowship passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to spend just one day showing their respects for the man that worked his ass off to work this company something special.

As we sat there discussing the game plan, I noticed a duet of mass paying attention to our conversation. One couple, Mr. and Mrs. Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. First the offered commiseration on Bob's passing. bit, they informed us that they were in town because of the special merging that Polly had set up. They were supposed to be heading to the Bahama's to savor a match weeks of R n R, but this confluence changed their plans. I was leery of them. Were they plant of Polly's ? Did they actually change their plans to come to this get together, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't invite them to get together us.

They thanked us and walked away, leaving the bar entirely. After a couple of hr, our boy John came down and found us. He wanted to have it off 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 understructure, but I liked that he just didn't assume it was alright to use the company card, he asked first.

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

I was very glad with all this thought Mom had put into the plank meeting. I noticed that John the Evangelist sat close by listening and watching. I looked around and saw that we were the merely ones left in the bar, everyone else had left. I was still a bit uneasy about the Davidson couple, but it was too late to worry about it now.

To John's surprise, the Uber lady showed up with not one, but two cheese pizza. I pulled out my placard to pay for them, but John had already taken care of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'delivery. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at John, but he was squeamish enough to leave 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 drunkenness as it was"net call ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another field 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 mind, except for the bartender.

I let Mom know that one of the manufacturer from Jim Cramer's show Mad Money and Squawk Box would be in the crowd watching and taping quietly. She would upload the hale meeting to her boss back at the studio apartment each fourth dimension we break for whatever reason. Mom loved the thought that we could if needed put little Miss Polly and her useless daughter on exhibit on interior 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 interior TV the sale of the horse lead.

Mom picked up her phone and dialed her stockbroker, which she got at menage in San Francisco, she told him to buy 10,000 shares at 9:01 am New House of York time, the moment the stock market opens and to buy another 10,000 plowshare for Jill and me and put it on her account. A dazed stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the horse running sale announced on Jim Cramer's show would move the line of descent by as practically as $ 5 a part, I told her that might just be a bit low, but none the lupus erythematosus it would set the board back on its heels.

As we finished our pizza, and Mom and Jill finished their drinks, we all got up. We hugged, we kissed, and we agreed to run into in the place eating house at 6:30 to have breakfast and prep again for the group meeting. Of course, having whoremonger eat breakfast with us here at the Plaza might cost us quite a bit. This made all three of us laugh.

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

When we each reached our cortege, 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 stay at the local Pinetree. I asked Jill to inquire our Pinetree records and check to see if any of the board members use the Pinetree or do they persist elsewhere. Jill logged into the administration portal and found the data 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 enough that John and Dakota were up and getting ready and checking on Mom. Of path, because of the importance of the day, everyone was up and in various United States Department of State of getting ready.

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

I put on my best suit, but in my head, I thought about wearing a pair of boxershorts and a Cuban style shirt, but I decided not to get fired before I had a chance to Department of State my case.

When Jill was ready, we headed out to the elevator. It was nice staying on the 17th trading floor, one trading floor shortstop of the top. At least we were enough ‘ somebodies'to rate a high-end elbow room here, but then again, they are more about showing up for a reserve and paying the money they requested.

When Jill and I reached the bottom flooring, St. John the Apostle and Dakota were already waiting for us. In my foreland, I was glad to see that 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 board, but she said she would bring Mom over when she came down. Jill texted her that we were all in the eating house waiting for her. Mom texted back that she would be down in about a one-half hour and to order without her. That sparked John the Evangelist, who told us that he slept like a baby with all that pizza pie in his belly. All three of us just laughed.

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

Mom arrived just an expected a half an hr later. John the Evangelist stood, pulled out a chairwoman for her and pushed it into the table. I get More and more proud of him as he continues to mature.

I look around the board, everyone is wearing their full outfit. John has his sinister pinstriped suit on with a maroon shirt and a lightlessness and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a blacken clothes and Shirley Temple sabot leather shoes with only about a 2"heel.

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

I wore my black suit as well, however, I wore a deeply blue frock shirt and a black and white swirled tie.

Mom decided to throw up a mediate finger to the board and wore a bright red dress with a blacken bash and smuggled shiny shoes with only about a 1"dog. She also wore a beautiful diamond and crimson neckless that hung in the decollete V-neck of the wearing apparel. 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 know all of them. After each one left, she had a comment about them. Mom asked John if he would escort her inside the control panel confluence 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 plug-in was a friend, who was an enemy, and whom was neutral. To Mom, the neutral ones were the keys to this meeting.

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

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

The key, according to Mom were the four indifferent members : Virginia Pogue, Julie tint, bell ringer McKenzie, and John Richardson.

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

John out of the blue suggested that I ask them what they are expecting of a CEO. This was a howling idea I felt. I pulled out a lowly piece of theme to spell it down, but Dakota spun her adjunct's book around to me. She already had it written down in her book.

Mom also pointed out that Polly will try to dissever and conquer, meaning that Jill and I will be questioned separately. I suggested that Jill not hold a tooshie anywhere except right next to me, this would be a planetary house of 1. Mom agreed.

We all ate a nice 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, several citizenry wished up ‘ good luck'at the board meeting. John seemed surprise, Dakota seemed to just dislike these people.

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

whoremonger and I waited for the ladies 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 respective new means all set up waiting for us. We all smiled and walked veracious past them. We were greeted by the lead surety man who greeted Mom with courtesy and professionalism. Mom gave him a prompt hug and off we went to the 13th floor where the conference elbow 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 cameraman waiting for us.

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

"Mr. Greene, Mister Greene, what are you intending to say to the board today ?"was the first-class honours degree question, from Fox News.

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

The side by side one was from MSNBC,"Mr. Greene, do you have a bun in the oven to be employed by lunchtime, one gameboard member claims you will be ‘ out on your ass by lunch period ’.

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

"Last question,"I say.

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

"well, I guess I'll go have lunch, does anyone eff a adept restaurant around here ?"I ask eliciting a few chuckle. I thank everyone for their prison term and offer for them to come into the get together, they all decline.

Once inside the meeting way, I see one of the producer from Jim Cramer's appearance as well as a distich of cameras set up in the back recession of the room. I nod to her and keep walking towards Jill. Gospel According to John and Dakota have taken up hindquarters behind Jill and me. Although I walked right past her, John whispered in my ear that Mom was all the way in the backward row of the room and in the middle of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The control panel members file in and take their fundament in front of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to bring the meeting to order, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the head of the circuit board. Polly had to rationalize to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"extremity of the board, this special meeting was called by board member Polly genus Nestor to discuss the performance of the ship's company's CEO Jacques Louis David Greene. Mr. Greene, would you like to make an possibility remark to the board ?"

"Um, yes I would. Thanks to Elizabeth, this is a discharge waste of the control panel's meter. But, let's get on with this lampoon,"I say. I see Polly just fuming.

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

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

"Give me THAT, you have no right to that entropy,"Polly says.

"Oh, but I do have that right wing. You see, under the embodied laws of New York, every display board member is considered a world frame and thus subject to investigation, or didn't you know that Elizabeth I ?"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 public figure. Her epithet is Elizabeth and THAT is what I'm choosing to call up her,"I say to him. He chuckles to himself. I remember what Mom had told me, that he was a friend on the board.

"wellspring the figure aside, what is it you would care to say to the board ?"

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

"former than Polly, is any add-in member wishing to make a command at this clock time ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

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

"Um, young woman Greene, would you like to puddle an opening financial statement as well ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

"fountainhead, yes. My name is Jill Morgan-Greene, not Miss Henry Graham Greene. I'm not trying to misdirect any of the plug-in appendage as to my public figure, right Elizabeth ?"My wife pokes the bear once again.

I whisper in her ear to commend that Mr. Davidson is a protagonist but in a precarious position being chairwoman 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 sure she has lots to say and ask me about,"I tell him. Mr. Davidson agrees and turns the inquiring over to Polly.

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

"Um, Elizabeth I, my public figure is Mr. Greene to you, we're not admirer and only my friends telephone me David,"I say to her poking the bear once again. I see Mr. Davidson smile and chortle to himself.

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

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A ridiculous board penis, who believes that her unentitled daughter should experience my position, even though she has no business acumen, no history of successful body of work, and no power to run a multi-national potbelly. pit, 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 script some papers to the clerk who in bend, hands them to Mr. Davidson."Mr. Graham Greene, what is this that you're handing the dining table ?"He asks.

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

"No, Polly, this is a legal written document that says your girl has no flow license to practice law,"He tells Polly and the board as he hands the mickle of papers around the circuit card 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 lose the cockeyed display that you're trying to put on here,"I say once again poking the bear.

I hear some grumbling and susurration in the audience.

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

"Mr. 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 show everyone substantiation of your accusal ?"I ask.

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

"Other than you Elizabeth, how many plank members are buff of baseball game, either the Yankees ( which gets some cheer from the crew ) or the Mets ( not quite as much cheering ) ?"I ask the add-in in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

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

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the first-class honours degree to answer,"Because they want to win. To be the best, and thus they pay for the advantageously,"he tells the board.

"Exactly,"I say agreeing with him.

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

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

"Again, Mr. Fishman you are objurgate,"I say seeing him puff his thorax out in pride.

"Both of the New York baseball teams pay top buck to key destitute agents to put together a winning team,"I tell the board.

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

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

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

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

"So, you would tell this table that you pay top one dollar bill for a pocketbook when you feel it's worth it ?"I ask.

"Of form,"she replies.

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

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

"Then please, straighten out us how it's dissimilar,"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 cars you bought on companionship money ?"Elizabeth II asks.

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

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

"It's an old musical composition 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 authority to do such a thing,"Elizabeth I asks.

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

Polly asks the instrument panel to shake off a vote on my continued employment.

I feel a bridge player on my shoulder. It's Mom.

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

"As the largest single stock-holder, I wasn't aware that I had to apprize anyone of my action mechanism,"She tells the control board with maliciousness in her vocalisation and a smile on her face.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

"Um, Polly my honey, why again did you languish everyone's time for this meeting ? 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 lozenge that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball character. I smile an nod my head. I was happy that St. John saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata Black had taken a defensive posture with her arms crossed on her chest. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ bitch'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a bathroom gaolbreak as Dakota was pregnant. Before he even had time to grant the breakage, 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 display to pursue us outside. Surprising to me, when we got into the hallway, there were no reporter at all. The producer met us out in the hallway.

"Mr. Greene, what are your plans when you return to the add-in meeting ?"She asked.

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

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

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

The board room salesclerk came out to the hallway and summoned everyone back into the way.

Once we were all seated, Polly tried to bully 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 way a state of the ship's company update ?"I ask.

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

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

"Members of the display board, I want to require a few instant of your time and update you on the Department of State of the company, all of the companionship,"I say to the board.

"A few month ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a companionship called Happy, Happee limo. This purchase leads to other acquisitions. glad, Happee Limo was created by a woman named Sasha. However, Sasha was a shady lineament. She bought former party and hid them under the license of Happy, Happee Limo. She had several gymnastic horse rail, a recording studio apartment, a chemist's shop chemical group, and a truckage companionship. All of these caller were acquired for no extra cost to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip production, a pornography studio apartment,"I tell them.

This, of course, outrages Elizabeth.

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

"No, not at all. Within a week of finding out that we had acquired a porn studio, I telephone set Bob who instructed me to bump a new owner, which I did. I found a college student named Allison. She was working hard, very hard to make Tulip yield work. Per Bob's request, I sold Tulip output to Allison for a zero-interest loan. Bob felt that we needed to get this society off our books, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her first-class honours degree defrayal, just this past Sunday. She gave me a money ordination in an envelope for me to wedge, which my other assistant, Amy has done for us,"I tell the circuit board members.

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

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

"Now, it is easy to second 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 truckage party. We merged it with our own trucking and logistics fellowship. One of the affair that occurred right away was the price of truck tyre went up dramatically and the quality of the tires dropped dramatically. I contact several tire manufacturing companies. One caller was willing to exercise with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tires and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking locations. We increased the sale toll of the tyre only a little bit. Within 9 Day we had sold out of the 1000 tyre, so I ordered more tires, twice the amount and had them shipped to the same 15 locations, again we sold out, this time in 8 twenty-four hours. There was no misinterpretation this, we had a waiting list from each of our 15 placement. Again, we ordered another double 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 side, we were keeping all the ill-used truck tires that needed to be sent for retreading to BF GOODRICH'S retread localization just outside of Dallas, Texas. We ship them to the location, they retread them, and they pay to ship them to the 15 fix, which in turning we sell at a deeply discounted Price for trailers, cheaper price than any other tyre distributor in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the heads nodding, even Elizabeth.

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

"After the recording studio, we look at the pharmacy company. We hired a United States President, who unfortunately passed away a couple of calendar week ago. We are currently interviewing substitution candidates,"I tell them.

"Now, onto the sawbuck tracks. There are lots of governmental regulations, each one different by state. I took a good hard look, along with my wife at the horse tracks. We made the decision to betray them. We were contacted by an investment group led by one of the largest stockholder of Churchill Down. They made us an whirl, we countered and voila we have a bargain,"I say to the board.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Greene, the plug-in would like to experience what amount of money you received for the gymnastic horse trail. Did it outstrip 100 million ?"Mark 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 sale amount of money. He picks up a thick opprobrious card shark and writes the total $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the sign up for the control board phallus to translate. No one speaks, nor do they realise a sound. John turns around the signboard so the masses in the audience can see the price. I hear trick's favorite watchword come from the audience,"Fuck, ”. 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 course, oh, and did I mention that there was no monetary value in acquiring the sawbuck caterpillar track, so the money is pure profit. Isn't that what you pay me to do, make this party an insane amount of money ?"I ask of them.

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

"The Pinetree is undergoing monumental revision to elevate the whole brand. We are going to position the brand in the Marriott Courtyard level. We're going to have a national contest to rename the firebrand to something that we all same. As for the eating house radical, we have a unit in Tampa, FL that has a manager who has added something to make the eatery become more interesting. He has added to the menu by including the Cuban intellectual nourishment that is popular in Tampa. I'm adding this to our stain across the commonwealth, adding cultural carte option for the restaurant sponsor to savour,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to speak the board,"I would like to pop the question a suggestion to the add-in. We need to remove the caps on Jill's and David's fillip structure. Let me ring for a voting, all those in favor say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the great stockholder and along with our stock, she now has more than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this morning."Motion rack and is passed,"Mom tells the board. Elizabeth is now unrestrained than before. She reels backward realizing that she is powerless to overcome Mom's proposals.

"Elizabeth, this one is for you, I nominate that Elizabeth I Polly Nestor be let go from the gameboard of directors and that all instrument panel members not be allowed to concord a situation longer than 20 years. Also, that to invite any compensation for being a board member, you must attend all 4 table meetings otherwise you receive less money from your assignment to the dining table. In addition, I nominate David Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now have a contract for not 5 year but 10 long time, along with his wife our film 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, wait. You can't do that ?"She says.

"Oh, but we can. Mrs. Jaxson has tot control of the voting ploughshare of the stock,"I lean in and buss her on the boldness. The security comes and accompaniment Elizabeth out of the board room. The five of us just wave au revoir to her, she is fuming and not happy at all. I'm smile, Jill's smiling, Mom's grinning, and of course bathroom and Dakota are smiling.

We get up and head out of the add-in room, saying our good day to the plug-in members.

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

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

Mom remained still."St. David, I want to sell my plate in the Hampton. I understand from my realtor friend that that task kid wants my firm and is offering 11 million for it, which I think I'll return,"Mom tells me. I just give her a hug.

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

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

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

The limo stop consonant in movement of Mom's jet. We all get out and dribble our own luggage on to the jet. The co-pilot takes the luggage and stows it away. We all take a bottom. The planer brain down the track and into the air to steer 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 permits were approved. I overnighted them to your home. I saw the Jim Cramer show, congrats on your sale of the cavalry rail. 2 billion for all the track is an flummox act. lecture to you soon, Roger.

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner tonight to observe. I ask John how our inventory 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 mates of hours of N. Y. Stock Exchange time usable,"King John tells me. I was gladiola to see privy staying abreast of our stock.

"Anyone up for a dinner out tonight ?"I ask. Dakota moves over next to me and suggests longhorn Steakhouse. I love the idea and have Gospel According to John and Dakota tell everyone that I want to strike everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG boys, and Fred. I get a couple of text edition subject matter 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 sheet,"Should we invite Elizabeth ?"I say laughing out loud. whoremonger also laughs and asks me,"Why did you continue calling her Elizabeth ?"

"For two grounds, 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 instant then adds,"Should I text her and pay for her to our celebratory dinner party ?"King John asks smiling the unanimous time.

I just sway my head no, no need to poke the bear any longsighted, we won and we don't need to be bad sports 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 Texas longhorn, but that we wanted to stop and take vantage of our carry licence and purchase a couplet of guns. He texted back that he will have a stretch limo at the airdrome shortly when we arrive.

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

It 's not farsighted before I hear the landing gear lock into place, and we begin our descent into LAX. As we touch down on the track, Dakota is squeezing my manus. She still doesn't like this part of the trip.

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

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

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

Before we got out of the limo, Jennifer's new green impala entered the parking lot. It was squeamish 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 shell in the 375 to 400-pound compass. We all showed him our carry permits. He told us to face around and he would respond any questions we might have.

I selected the same fashion model that I took the gun class with, a Ian Smith & Wesson 9mm. toilet also selected a like model for himself. Dakota, with the little hands, chose a little 9 mm that only held 12 in the mag. 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 run permit for her in the envelope.

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

I paid for all the arm on my corporate credit circuit card. The heavyset man who sold us all our gunslinger smiled when he saw the total. We all walked out of the gun shop with our purchases and with the holsters and with some ammo. In the limo, John, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our cartridge.

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

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

John announced that the securities industry had closed about an hour ago, part of Jaxson Inc. caudex ended up going up a criminal record $ 37.50 per percentage, the greatest one day gain in Jaxson Inc history. I did the math quick for Dakota, 10,000 shares up by $ 37.50 per share equalize Dakota's blood line increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the eating house. I noticed three Hispanic American youthfulness just sort 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 ma'am were already laughing and having a well time. I looked around and didn't see Amy.

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

Silence.

I just shake off my head. John was already texting Amy telling her to get her precious ass over to Longhorn's Steakhouse because papa 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 second later, Amy walked into the eating house. She laughed when she saw bathroom doing his best ‘ Polly gets the charge ’. Mom was laughing so severe, I thought she was going to snort her drinking out through her nose from John the Evangelist's antics.

I ordered another round of appetizers and of course, I kept the cheesy peewee when two of them came to the table. I wasn't about to let one of then go to lavatory 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 faulty to not be invited to dinner,"Amy tells me. I just hug her and kiss her.

"You should know by now that I invite everyone, if you didn't get an invite, then just textbook 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 company. As the main course arrived, our boy John once again showed signboard of maturity again taking care that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to splurge and order a fully loaded baked white potato. John didn't think there was sufficiency butter or sour pick 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 good a time as any.

"Hey, everyone may I make your attention please,"I ask of the table. I leaned in and kissed Jill, she knew what I was about to tell 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 set about chatting about some different cooking to appease now three peeress 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 meter to have small fry, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the proper time to make children. She was looking forward to being ‘ granny ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no longer on the board of directors, Mom now controlled the majority of the gillyflower and liked where Jill and I were taking the company.

Kim and Kay sat at the opposite end of the table chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the mesa. I took a chair from a tabular array behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"ma'am, are you having a good time ? It seemed the former Night that you and the erotica counterpart were having a good discourse, anything I should recognise about ?"I asked.

"No, goose egg now. We chatted with your lady Allison, she's really nice. She tried her comfortably to dissuade us from making another smut. We're considering what she said to us but knowing that you okay of Allison goes a foresightful 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 of study, he says that since we are grownup, we get to ca-ca our own decision on what to do with our physical structure. However, Allison keeps telling us that a pornography vocation can take a turn for the unfit 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 rent so cheaply for my pool house. 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 pays really well,"Kim follows up.

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

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

I guess my expression showed my letdown as they changed the conversation to a dissimilar topic. 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 bill over and I used my Jaxson Inc. corporate card. Mom kissed me on the cheek and thanked Jill and I for a delightful day.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

When we stepped outside, the three Spanish American spring chicken that we saw when we entered were now holding guns on us. bathroom and Fred both reached for their own gunman. 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 rive your guns out at a kinsfolk restaurant like this one,"I say.

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

John is ready to shoot them on, but I ask him to back down a minuscule.

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

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood park. They have our favored plot, Texas Hold'em"their leader says.

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

"Huh ? What are you talking about ? give way us your money or we will take 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 mariner because it makes your hand better,"I say.

The leader is really mixed-up as to why I'm talking about cards when they are holding accelerator pedal on us.

"You decide to go ‘ all in'and bet all that you have, much like right now. You're betting your total future for what a few measly dollar sign ? Not a smart child's play man,"I look right into the eye of the leader.

"spring 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 life 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 screw why,"I tell them.

"spring us your money, this is your cobbler's last word of advice,"the 3rd one says.

"I turn over my pair of bill of fare to show you that I have a duad of Queens and putting them with the pair on the table impart me four Queens, and everyone knows that four female monarch ALWAYS beats three diddly-shit,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the lantern slide on her gun back to indicate a gun is behind our three youths. The leader turns around to see Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and Sharon all holding cocked hitman at the three youths. The leader says something in Spanish to the early guy cable. They all lay their guns on the reason and put their hands in the air.

Only about 30 seconds later, Police showed up and arrested our Spanish American youth. I was so majestic of the madam. 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 gun for hire. They went to the hostess tie-up and dialed 911 giving the hand brake operator the destination for the holdup.

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

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

We all get into a car or limousine and psyche home.

On the way, Dakota takes guardianship and unzips me, fishes out my cock and puts it in her mouth. She's licking the undersurface, getting my cock all wet and hard from her wondrous oral skills. Jill moves over to the seat adjacent to me in the limo. She places a hired man on the back of Dakota's read/write head pushing her towards my pelvic girdle. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my cock drumhead is touching her uvula. Lots of saliva was escaping her cute slight mouth. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

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

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

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

"Damn Dakota, you are so getting better at this,"I say as I shoot all my come into her accepting mouth. I hear her drink three metre letting none of it escape. I kiss her, tasting myself on her natural language. She hugs me hard and leans her capitulum on my shoulder joint purring in my ear.

When you are distracted by a beautiful woman sucking on your prick the drive meter to get home passes quite quickly.

As Fred pulls into the court, I announce that we are home. Fred holds the room access open and the trunk popped. Each of us reaches into the proboscis and grab our own baggage. However, Fred won't let Mom have her own luggage, instead, he offers to have a bun in the oven it into the house for her. I just smile, it's courteous to see Mom happy.

I hear the garage door open. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our sleeping accommodation and just dump the dress into the hamper. I put my grip in the closet and am happy that we are home. I shed my clothes and head in to take a shower. Again, I'm happy that this shower has instant hot water system. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to give-up the ghost the shower bath, Amy stepped in.

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

I hug her and osculate her. I feel her warmly diminished hands stroking my grueling 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 low-toned her down slowly. Her fresh slick pussy lantern slide down onto my cock. We begin to push up in unison. It doesn't film very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD DADDY, YOU flavor SO FUCKING WONDERFUL INSIDE OF MY LITTLE kitty,"she says as the firstly sexual climax cast through her body.

I keep thrusting into her and she keeps cumming,"OH GAWD pappa, 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 conversant stab made its appearance in my body, Amy came one more time,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO lots !"She says to me as I begin to shoot into her sweet besotted little pussy.

"OH, FUCK ME AMY, YOU FEEL SO GAWD DAMN 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 kiss 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 sleeping accommodation. I put on a couple of shorts and a white tee shirt and head 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 ‘ Bangers and Mashed ’. I had to ask what it was. He explained that it is a sausage with a thick mashed potato and a dark brown gravy. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delightful fresh tuna appetizers on some ritz crackers ready for us to eat.

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

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