The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The Board of theater director

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

Fred was fix for all of us with a stretch limo. He stood there stoically holding the stern 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 burnt 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 movement to the airport was rather quick as there was little to no dealings on the road. Everyone looked trite as we had played rather hard the past couple of 24-hour interval. Mom, John the Evangelist, and Jill all sat next to each former and of course, my darling Dakota sat succeeding to me. I did notice that she was beginning to calculate a bit plumper. The pregnancy was obviously beginning to show. Dakota put her head on my shoulder and just dozed off.

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

The flight of stairs 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 co-pilot removed all our luggage and the limo driver put it in the trunk of the limo.

The number one wood took us to the place as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three suites. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for John and Dakota, although they had separate bed to kip on.

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

When we arrived at the Plaza, the bellhop retrieved our luggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The staff member gave us all the formative keys to get into our suites. I noticed the clip and made my way to the limo again to head towards the studio where Mad Money was taped.

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

I asked the producer when the tape would air, she said that it would air Wednesday eventide, which I was well-chosen about.

Jim Cramer was his usual self, he was all over the studio asking questions, waiting for solvent, and then hitting me with follow up questions. All in all, we had a dainty session, right wing at the very end, I announced the knight rails being sold. I gave him a figure of 2 Billion clam. He smiled and told me that the quite a little of selling the buck tracks was a mark of genius. I thanked him for the compliment. After the taping, I asked him if he had any time to attend our board of managing director's encounter at 9 am, he told me that he's working gripe Box at that time of day and he thanked me for the invite. We shook workforce and I left, however, before I left, I gave his manufacturer a substantiation for his charity. I didn't make any type 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 party reservations at an Italian eating place in Little Italy. John was salivating at the thought of getting a reliable New York pizza. In fact, I thought that maybe we might have to get a spare one for him to bring back to the Plaza and eat later.

As we get to the eating place, it smells delightful. We all go inside. I see basketball hoop of garlic scratch on the tables. I see a yoke of extra-large cheese pizzas on tables and they look and smell luscious. We social club three extra vauntingly pizza and two baskets of garlic sugar. I order of magnitude a nursing bottle of Chianti for the ladies and St. John to have with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. John sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a great prison term. When the pizza pie comes, bathroom practically takes three slice and shoves them all in his oral fissure. We all just laugh at the silliness of lav. I ask the waitress if we could also order another extra-large high mallow to take with us back to the hotel. I see St. John the Apostle's eyes light up hearing the to go order.

We sit, we eat, we discuss the game plan for the control board meeting tomorrow. Mom wants to make it a blood-bath, but I talk her down from the ledge. I have a architectural plan and I would like to execute it and create Polly squirm.

As we head back inside the place, we send John and Dakota up to their elbow room. Mom wants to feature a drink in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and submit a tail end. The bar itself might just be the overnice hotel bar that I have ever been in. The seats are all cushioned leather, they are overstuffed cushioned leather. The waitress is a delightful Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady that takes our order and Mom's room number.

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

I suggest to Mom that John, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the board meeting without Mom at first. About an hour into the get together, Mom would show up. When Polly decides that she wants to predict for a vote, that would be when Mom stands up and school principal to the podium that I'm sure they will have 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 gameboard since they all stuck their hands out wanting money but rarely offering anything of worth to the corporation.

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

Mom warned that Polly will stimulate a farsighted list of my decision, such as hiring Roger LBJ and paying him a top salary AND buying him a condo and paying the HOA fees for two years.

Or hiring Jennifer, John the Divine's Mom as the director of Real estate of the realm 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 purchase 5 multistory office construction across the US and one in Toronto.

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

She'll also bring up the purchasing of two BMWs, one for Dakota and one for Tina, who isn't with the caller any longer. Buying two Mercedes, one for Jill and one for Sharon. And now, buying a new Aepyceros melampus for Jennifer. 5 cars in just a few month.

In addition, she will most belike want to boot you our of the Chateau, but she probably doesn't know the new epithet for the residence and will most likely still ring it ‘ the Commune'and gain an issue about your tenants.

I hugged Mom, she knew the umbrageous tactic of the board all too well. She spent a couple of hours regaling Jill and I with tarradiddle about how much they made Bob's life miserable. I will, of row, make a point to ‘ thank them'for all showing up to Bob's funeral…. oh delay, not a single one of them could be concerned that the beginner of the company passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to spend just one day showing their respectfulness for the man that worked his ass off to realize this companionship something special.

As we sat there discussing the plot program, I noticed a couple of mass paying attention to our conversation. One couple, Mr. and Mrs. Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. First the offered condolence on Bob's passing. Second, they informed us that they were in town because of the special coming together that Polly had set up. They were supposed to be heading to the Bahama's to bask a pair off workweek of R n R, but this coming together changed their program. I was wary of them. Were they plant life of Polly's ? Did they actually change their plan to come to this encounter, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't bid them to join us.

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

That brought Mom to another upshot, company cards. Mom was sure enough she would bear a tilt of whom has been issued a collective bill of fare and probably a listing of all the expenditures spent on each card.

I was very happy with all this thought Mom had put into the board coming together. I noticed that whoremaster sat close by listening and watching. I looked around and saw that we were the lonesome 1 left in the bar, everyone else had left. I was still a bit uneasy about the Davidson couple, but it was too belatedly to worry about it now.

To John's surprise, the Uber lady showed up with not one, but two cheeseflower pizzas. I pulled out my card to pay for them, but John the Divine 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 nice enough to entrust one pizza for the three of us and he took the former one up to his room with Dakota.

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

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

I let Mom know that one of the manufacturer from Jim Cramer's shows Mad Money and Squawk Box would be in the gang observance and taping quietly. She would upload the unhurt meeting to her boss back at the studio apartment each time we break for whatever reason. Mom loved the approximation that we could if needed put slight Miss Polly and her useless girl on showing on home TV, but I wasn't done. I told Mom that they would be running the taped segment I had with Jim Cramer later that day and announcing on home TV the sale of the horse runway.

Mom picked up her phone and dialed her stockbroker, which she got at home in San Francisco, she told him to buy 10,000 shares at 9:01 am New York time, the consequence the stock market opens and to buy another 10,000 shares for Jill and me and put it on her account statement. A foggy stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the horse track sale announced on Jim Cramer's show would propel the stock by as often as $ 5 a share, I told her that might just be a bit low, but none the less it would set the panel 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 meet in the Plazas restaurant at 6:30 to induce breakfast and prep again for the meeting. Of form, having John eat breakfast with us here at the Plaza might cost us quite a bit. This made all three of us laugh.

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

When we each reached our entourage, 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 stoppage at the local Pinetree. I asked Jill to investigate our Pinetree records and chequer to see if any of the board fellow member use the Pinetree or do they last out elsewhere. Jill logged into the administration hepatic portal vein and found the data I wanted. I just smiled, leaned over and kissed my gorgeous married woman.

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

CHAPTER 2

When we got up, Jill called the other two suites making sure that can and Dakota were up and getting gear up and checking on Mom. Of course, because of the importance of the day, everyone was up and in diverse United States Department of State of getting ready.

We all decided to just take on at the eatery. Jill only took a few more minute of arc, since she had begun an hr earlier.

I put on my serious wooing, but in my chief, I thought about wearing a brace of underdrawers and a Cuban way shirt, but I decided not to get fired before I had a chance to State my case.

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

When Jill and I reached the bottom story, whoremaster and Dakota were already waiting for us. In my psyche, I was beaming to see that John was not challenging anything that Dakota said, he listened, he made billet, and he stayed silent.

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

When the waiter arrived, he began to explicate the day-by-day 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 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 table, everyone is wearing their best outfit. can has his Negro pinstriped suit on with a maroon shirt and a black and brownish-red tie. Dakota is wearing a black dress and grim patten leather horseshoe with only about a 2"heel.

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

I wore my black case as well, however, I wore a deep blue sky apparel shirt and a black and white swirled tie.

Mom decided to throw up a middle finger to the card and wore a bright red wearing apparel with a pitch-black belt and black shiny shoes with only about a 1"hound. She also wore a beautiful rhombus and deep red neckless that hung in the low-cut V-neck of the dress. While Mom was a beauty, today she was beautiful. Joh and Dakota both remarked about how gorgeous she looked.

Although I didn't know any of the citizenry who came to our board, Mom seemed to know all of them. After each one leftfield, she had a gossip about them. Mom asked John the Divine if he would see her inside the board merging room which he smiled and agreed to do so.

As the litany of the great unwashed slowed down, Mom decided that we needed to go over whom on the board was a acquaintance, who was an opposition, and whom was neutral. To Mom, the neutral I 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 Plaster, Anita Blackman, and Ronald Smitty were all friends.

The samara, according to Mom were the four neutral members : VA Pogue, Julie nicety, Mark McKenzie, and St. John the Apostle Richardson.

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

whoremaster out of the blue suggested that I ask them what they are expecting of a CEO. This was a terrific idea I felt. I pulled out a small piece of paper to indite it down, but Dakota spun her assistant's Book around to me. She already had it written down in her book.

Mom also pointed out that Polly will try to fraction and capture, meaning that Jill and I will be questioned separately. I suggested that Jill not hold a seat anywhere except right next to me, this would be a sign of I. Mom agreed.

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

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

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

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

When we arrived, there were several new agencies all set up waiting for us. We all smiled and walked correctly past them. We were greeted by the lead security man who greeted Mom with courtesy and professionalism. Mom gave him a promptly hug and off we went to the 13th floor where the league elbow room was located.

I expected that the control panel would not be watching our entrance and thus may or may not jazz that Mom was with us. We knew immediately which elbow room held the confluence, the one that had respective newsman and a mates of cinematographer waiting for us.

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

"Mr Graham Greene, Mister Greene, what are you intending to say to the board today ?"was the number 1 question, from Fox News.

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

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

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

"hold out question,"I say.

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

"fountainhead, I guess I'll go have luncheon, does anyone know a serious eating house around here ?"I ask eliciting a few chortle. I thank everyone for their time and offering for them to come into the confluence, they all decline.

Once inside the meeting elbow room, I see one of the producers from Jim Cramer's appearance as well as a mates of cameras set up in the back niche of the room. I nod to her and celebrate walking towards Jill. privy and Dakota have taken up seats behind Jill and me. Although I walked right past her, lavatory whispered in my ear that Mom was all the way in the back row of the elbow room and in the center of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The board members file in and take aim their seats in front of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to bring the meeting to fiat, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the head of the display panel. Polly had to apologize to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"Members of the dining table, this limited meeting was called by card penis Polly Nestor to discuss the carrying out of the company's CEO David Greene. Mr. Henry Graham Greene, would you like to make an opening remark to the board ?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, but I do have that rightfulness. You see, under the corporate laws of New York, every board extremity is considered a public physique and thus study to investigating, or didn't you know that Elizabeth II ?"I say just mocking her and making her even madder.

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

"Because it's not her name. Her gens 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.

"fountainhead the name aside, what is it you would wish to say to the board ?"

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

"other than Polly, is any board member wishing to draw a statement at this prison term ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

Mr. Fishman, a non-friend chooses to hit a statement,"Thank you Mr. chair. I believe that this man has perpetrated a fraud against this companionship and should be removed. He has spent money like it was water system. He has no regard for any of the extremity of the board and he shows his arrogance by showing up without an attorney,"He says. Jill leans into me and rustle,"Not a very just curtain raising statement, conjecture that's why Mom called him ‘ fish head'she says smiling.

"Um, Miss Greene, would you like to arrive at an chess opening statement as well ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

"Well, yes. My name is Jill Morgan-Greene, not Miss Graham Greene. I'm not trying to misdirect any of the board phallus as to my name, right on Elizabeth I ?"My wife pokes the bear once again.

I whisper in her ear to think back that Mr. Davidson is a ally but in a precarious military position being chairman of the circuit card. She just smiles.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A ridiculous control board appendage, who believes that her unentitled daughter should take in my post, even though she has no line acumen, no history of successful piece of work, and no ability to run a multi-national corporation. underworld, 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 newspaper publisher to the clerk who in turn, hands them to Mr. Davidson."Mr. Graham Greene, what is this that you're handing the circuit card ?"He asks.

"This is a print out from all 50 states in the country showing that Alicia Nestor does not have a licence to practice law in any of the 50 states. Oh, she graduated from law school, but she does not have a license at this moment. Care to indicate 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 permission to practice law,"He tells Polly and the control board as he hands the quite a little of paper around the circuit 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 leave out the ridiculous display that you're trying to put on here,"I say once again poking the bear.

I hear some grumbling and whispers in the audience.

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

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

"No, I don't admit anything of the such. Care to usher everyone proof of your accusal ?"I ask.

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

"former than you Elizabeth, how many display board appendage are fans of baseball game, either the Yankees ( which gets some cheers from the crowd ) or the Mets ( not quite as much cheering ) ?"I ask the panel in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

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

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the first to answer,"Because they want to win. To be the effective, and thus they pay for the well,"he tells the board.

"Exactly,"I say agreeing with him.

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

Again, Mr. Fishman uses the Same answer to answer my question.

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

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

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

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

"Elizabeth II, I see that you have a Gucci tiger bag on your arm when walked into the table room. Why do you hold that ?"I asked, knowing the resolution before I asked the question.

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

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

"Of track,"she replies.

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

"It's NOT the Saami thing,"she says with malice in her voice.

"Then delight, crystalise us how it's unlike,"I say to her.

She sits silent.

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

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

"How about all these cars you bought on company money ?"Elizabeth II asks.

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

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

"It's an old objet d'art of debris car that you keep on together with duct tape and chewing gum,"I say to her smiling.

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

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

I hear a smattering of chuckling in the audience.

"And you believe that you have the government agency 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 gameboard to roam a vote on my continued employment.

I feel a hired man 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 largest bingle stock-holder, I wasn't aware that I had to notify anyone of my actions,"She tells the instrument panel with spitefulness in her part and a smile on her face.

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

CHAPTER 3

Mom decides to convey on Elizabeth's idiotic reason for calling this meeting.

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

Polly doesn't say a word.

John leans over to me and writes on my tab that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball cite. I smile an nod my head. I was well-chosen that John saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata inkiness had taken a defensive military capability with her weapon crossed on her breast. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ puss'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a bathroom break as Dakota was fraught. Before he even had time to grant the fault, 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 display to follow us outdoor. Surprising to me, when we got into the hall, there were no reporters at all. The producer met us out in the hallway.

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

"Time to make up them squirm,"I tell her.

She smiles and heads down the hallway to the madam'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 sticking plaster was in the ladies room as well and told Dakota that she thought that I was making Polly appear silly and that she loved me calling her Elizabeth and not Polly.

The circuit board room shop clerk came out to the hallway and summoned everyone back into the room.

Once we were all seated, Polly tried to bully herself into opening the coming 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 hand a commonwealth of the companionship update ?"I ask.

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

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

"penis of the board, I want to select a few import of your time and update you on the state of the company, all of the company,"I say to the board.

"A few months ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a company called Happy, Happee Limo. This leverage leads to former acquisitions. felicitous, Happee Limo was created by a woman named Sasha. However, Sasha was a shady character. She bought other troupe and hid them under the permit of Happy, Happee limousine. She had various horse cavalry cut, a transcription studio apartment, a pharmacy group, and a truckage company. All of these companies were acquired for no additional price to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip yield, a porn studio,"I tell them.

This, of course, 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 porno studio, I phone Bob who instructed me to find a new owner, which I did. I found a college bookman named Allison. She was working hard, very hard to make Tulip output work. Per Bob's request, I sold Tulip yield to Allison for a zero-interest loan. Bob felt that we needed to get this ship's company off our rule book, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her first payment, just this past Billy Sunday. She gave me a money order in an gasbag for me to situate, which my other assistant, Amy has done for us,"I tell the board members.

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

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

"Now, it is easy to second base guess the tidy sum, but followed Bob Jaxson's direction and sold off Tulip product and now have an income into Jaxson Inc. From there, I moved on to the hauling party. We merged it with our own truckage and logistics company. One of the things that occurred right away was the Mary Leontyne Price of truck tires went up dramatically and the timbre of the tires dropped dramatically. I contact respective tire manufacturing companies. One company was will to lick with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tire and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking position. We increased the sale price of the tyre only a little bit. Within 9 days we had sold out of the 1000 tires, so I ordered more tyre, twice the sum of money and had them shipped to the same 15 location, again we sold out, this time in 8 Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. There was no misunderstanding this, we had a waiting tilt from each of our 15 locations. Again, we ordered another doubled the number of tires bringing us to a total of 4,000 tire. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tyre in 11 days. Now, on the side, we were keeping all the exploited 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 localisation, they retread them, and they pay to ship them to the 15 locating, which in go we sell at a deeply discounted monetary value for laggard, cheaper Leontyne Price than any other tire distributer in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the headway nodding, even Elizabeth.

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

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

"Now, onto the knight cut. There are lots of governmental regularization, each one different by commonwealth. I took a upright hard aspect, along with my wife at the horse cavalry tracks. We made the decision to sell them. We were contacted by an investing group led by one of the largest stockholders of Churchill John L. H. Down. They made us an pass, we countered and voila we have a heap,"I say to the board.

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

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

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

"I'm not sure you're ready to pick up that figure,"I say to them.

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, the board would like to know what amount of money you received for the horse tracks. Did it exceed 100 million ?"Mark McKenzie asks.

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

I lean back to lavatory and ask him to drop a line out the sale quantity. He picks up a thick black sharpie and writes the measure $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the planetary house up for the board penis to read. No one speaks, nor do they pull in a audio. John turns around the sign so the masses in the audience can see the Price. I hear John's favorite Christian Bible come from the hearing,"Fuck, ”. This causes John to laugh out brassy. I just chuckle, Dakota laughs out loud as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

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

"Yes, of trend, oh, and did I mention that there was no cost in acquiring the horse tracks, so the money is thoroughgoing profits. Isn't that what you pay me to do, score this troupe an insane amount of money ?"I ask of them.

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

"The Pinetree is undergoing massive revisions to upgrade the whole brand. We are going to positioning the brand in the Marriott court level. We're going to possess a national contest to rename the brand to something that we all the like. As for the restaurant group, we have a unit in Tampa, Florida that has a manager who has added something to reach the restaurant suit more interest. He has added to the menu by including the Cuban food that is popular in Tampa. I'm adding this to our make across the country, adding cultural menu option for the eating house patron to bask,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to accost the display panel,"I would like to offer a hint to the circuit card. We need to bump off the crownwork on Jill's and David's incentive structure. Let me bid for a vote, all those in party favor say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the largest stockholder and along with our caudex, she now has to a greater extent than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this morning."question standpoint and is passed,"Mom tells the instrument panel. Elizabeth is now madder than before. She reels backward realizing that she is powerless to subdue Mom's proposals.

"Elizabeth I, this one is for you, I nominate that Elizabeth Polly genus Nestor be let go from the board of directors and that all board appendage not be allowed to hold a position longer than 20 years. Also, that to meet any compensation for being a board member, you must attend all 4 board meetings otherwise you receive less money from your appointment to the display board. In addition, I nominate David Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now have a contract bridge for not 5 years but 10 years, along with his wife our music director of Financial intimacy,"Mom nominates.

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

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

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

"Oh, but we can. Mrs Jaxson has total mastery of the balloting contribution of the stock,"I lean in and kiss her on the brass. The security measures comes and escort Elizabeth II out of the board way. The five of us just wave goodby to her, she is fuming and not happy at all. I'm smiling, Jill's smiling, Mom's smile, and of course John and Dakota are smiling.

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

As we head into the hallway, I see our protagonist from Jim Cramer's appearance on the phone talking a mile a second. We thank everyone and head to the limo. Our luggage is already in the limo as the shopping centre 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."Saint David, I want to sell my home in the Hampton. I understand from my realtor booster that that Jobs kid wants my firm and is offering 11 million for it, which I think I'll take,"Mom tells me. I just break 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 habitation,"I tell her.

The limo stops in strawman of Mom's jet. We all get out and bear our own luggage on to the jet. The co-pilot takes the luggage and stows it away. We all take a seat. The plane head word down the track and into the air to maneuver 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 household. I saw the Jim Cramer show, congrats on your sale of the horse tracks. 2 billion for all the tracks is an bewilder number. Talk to you soon, Roger.

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

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

"It's up $ 21.75, and there is still a couple of hours of NYSE time available,"John tells me. I was glad to see John staying abreast of our caudex.

"Anyone up for a dinner out tonight ?"I ask. Dakota moves over succeeding to me and suggests Texas longhorn chophouse. I love the idea and have John and Dakota tell everyone that I want to take everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG boys, and Fred. I get a couple of text substance saying that longhorn sounds delightful. I ask that everyone is contacted.

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

I ask everyone in the planing machine,"Should we pay for Elizabeth ?"I say laughing out loud. John Lackland also laughs and asks me,"Why did you keep calling her Elizabeth I ?"

"For two reasons, one I knew it pissed her off and two it made her search silly using a name because you don't like your god given epithet,"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 ?"Gospel According to John asks smiling the whole time.

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

I ask Jill if we should stop and purchase some guns since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a safe idea. She began texting Fred to let him know that we are all going to Longhorn, but that we wanted to stop and fill advantage of our carry permission and leverage a match of gas. He texted back that he will own a stretch limo at the aerodrome shortly when we arrive.

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

It 's not retentive before I hear the landing place geared wheel lock into place, and we begin our bloodline into LAX. As we touch down on the track, Dakota is squeezing my bridge player. She still doesn't like this contribution of the trip.

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

I open the envelope and hand Dakota, John, and Jill their carry permit. Dakota really seems turn on. I text Jennifer and Paula that I had their carry permits. I also texted Marcus that I had his carry permission. He texted back that he was excited that they came so soon. I asked Fred to throw us the speech 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 class 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 dark-green impala entered the parking lot. It was overnice to see her still smiling over her new car.

We all got out of our respective vehicle and went inside. We were met by a turgid man who probably tilted the exfoliation in the 375 to 400-pound mountain range. We all showed him our carry permits. He told us to look around and he would do any interrogative sentence we might have.

I selected the same theoretical account that I took the gun social class with, a Smith & Wesson 9mm. King John also selected a similar model for himself. Dakota, with the smaller men, chose a minor 9 mm that only held 12 in the magazine. The guns that John and I selected held 17 in the magazine.

Marcus chose a Glock 9 mm. Jennifer and Paula also selected a Glock each. Only Mom chose not to induce a firearm, but then again there was no stock licence 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, waist holsters, and even ankle holsters. We all chose a waist holster, but St. John the Apostle 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 locks to keep anyone from using our gunman when we weren't using them, for object lesson in the Chateau when we are entertaining. I knew we were going to consume a gun safe, but when will the locksmith guy get to installing that ?

I paid for all the weapons on my corporate deferred payment wag. The heavyset man who sold us all our accelerator smiled when he saw the sum up. We all walked out of the gun store with our leverage and with the holsters and with some ammo. In the limo, John, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our magazine.

I assumed that the ladies in the fleeceable impala were doing the same affair. Fred took us to Longhorn where Bobby, Sammy, and Diane along with Donna were waiting for us to arrive. For whatever reasonableness, the CG son did not join us for dinner. BJ and Danni did go far a few minute later in Danni's car.

Dakota leaned over to me and said,"pile pop, you'll get your nip soon enough,"she said smiling at me.

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

lavatory, Marcus and I walked ripe by them into the restaurant. Fred parked the limo and joined us inside.

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

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

Silence.

I just shook my head. bathroom was already texting Amy telling her to get her cute ass over to Texas longhorn's steakhouse because pa wants to see her. She texted back that she would be here shortly.

I smiled earreach that she was on way. Dakota had told her to get her BMW. A few hour later, Amy walked into the eatery. She laughed when she saw John doing his outflank ‘ Polly gets the iron heel ’. Mom was laughing so laborious, I thought she was going to snort her drink out through her nose from John's antics.

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

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

"You should know by now that I invite everyone, if you didn't get an invite, then just text 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 caller. As the primary track arrived, our boy toilet once again showed signs of maturity date again taking care that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to fling and order a fully loaded baked Irish potato. whoremaster didn't think there was enough butter or ferment 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 skillful a time as any.

"Hey, everyone may I take your care please,"I ask of the mesa. 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 intact group.

Everyone starts hugging Jill. Dakota hugs me as well. Bobby and Sammy start chatting about some different cookery to stay now three ma'am who are pregnant.

Mom is chatting with Jill, Diane, and Dakota telling all three of them how she wished that she and Bob found the time to have child, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the good time to have children. She was looking forward to being ‘ Grandma ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no long on the board of 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 contrary end of the table chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the table. I took a death chair from a table behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"noblewoman, are you having a honest time ? It seemed the early nighttime that you and the porn twins were having a proficient word, anything I should know about ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I guess my face showed my disappointment 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 neb. The server brought the throwaway over and I used my Jaxson Inc. corporate bill of fare. Mom kissed me on the impudence and thanked Jill and I for a delightful day.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

When we stepped outside, the three Spanish American youths that we saw when we entered were now holding guns on us. lav and Fred both reached for their own guns. They three youthfulness 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 force your guns out at a menage restaurant like this one,"I say.

"springiness us all your money, Cabrone,"the drawing card says to me.

Saint John the Apostle is ready to take them on, but I ask him to second down a little.

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

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

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

"Huh ? What are you talking about ? Give 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 mesa, but you're only worried about that Jack because it makes your hired hand better,"I say.

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

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

"Give us your money, E. B. White boy,"the s one says to me.

"So, you're holding a brace of jackstones plus one on the river giving you three jacks, much like you three betting your life for a match of dollar,"I say.

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

"Give us your money, this is your net monition,"the 3rd one says.

"I turn over my pair of wag to show you that I have a twain of queen mole rat and putting them with the dyad on the table hold me four female monarch, and everyone knows that four Queens ALWAYS beats three Jacks,"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 younker. The leader turns around to see Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and Sharon all holding cocked hired gun at the three spring chicken. The loss leader says something in Spanish to the other guy cable. They all lay their guns on the ground and put their hired hand in the air.

Only about 30 seconds later, Police showed up and arrested our Hispanic youths. I was so proud of the noblewoman. They used their firearms wisely and were not afraid one bit. It turns out that Kim and Kay had gotten to the threshold behind us and saw the three guys with the hit man. They went to the hostess stand and dialed 911 giving the emergency operator the computer address for the stickup.

I hugged each lady. John the Divine checked for Diane to make indisputable she was dependable. I went over to Dakota and Jill and teasingly scolded them."Couldn't delay to use your guns eh ?"I said smiling. The four girls all kissed me, all though Sharon did pinch my ass during her kiss.

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

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

On the way, Dakota takes charge and unzips me, fishes out my cock and puts it in her mouth. She's licking the underside, getting my cock all wet and hard from her rattling oral skills. Jill moves over to the stern next to me in the limousine. She places a hand on the back of Dakota's mind pushing her towards my pelvic arch. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my cock head is touching her uvula. Lots of spittle was escaping her cunning piffling mouth. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Mom slid the privateness 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 limousine back to the cleanup position area 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 roll in the hay. She, as usual, just kept on whacking and sucking my manhood.

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

When you are distracted by a beautiful cleaning woman sucking on your turncock the drive clock time to get home passes quite quickly.

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

I hear the garage doorway open air. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our bedroom and just ditch the dress into the shackle. I put my traveling bag in the loo and am well-chosen that we are home. I shed my apparel and head in to take a shower. Again, I'm happy that this shower has split second hot water. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to exit the exhibitioner, 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 kiss her. I feel her warm small paw stroking my severely peter. I lift her up by her waist, she wraps her legs around me. I step forward pushing her back against the wall of the shower. I lower her down slowly. Her odorous silky pussy sloping trough down onto my cock. We begin to hurl in unison. It doesn't take very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD DADDY, YOU flavour SO FUCKING WONDERFUL inside OF MY LITTLE puss,"she says as the first off orgasm curl through her body.

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

As that wonderful intimate pang made its coming into court 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 shoot into her sweet mingy little pussy.

"OH, FUCK ME AMY, YOU FEEL SO GAWD darn 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 snog 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 dyad of shorts and a White person tee shirt and school principal out to the hallway. Amy takes my hired 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 blimp with a thick mashed potato and a dark brown pan gravy. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delicious refreshful tuna fish appetizers on some Ritz snapper ready for us to eat.

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

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