The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The Board of Directors

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 to a lesser extent than 48 hours all the ma'am had at to the lowest degree two pieces of baggage.

Fred was ready for all of us with a stretching limousine. He stood there stoically holding the rear door undetermined 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 coffee ready for Dakota, Mom, and Jill. John poured me and himself a methamphetamine of pineapple juice.

Once we were all in the limousine, the driving to the airport was rather straightaway as there was little to no dealings on the road. Everyone looked wear upon as we had played rather severe the retiring couple of twenty-four hours. Mom, King John, and Jill all sat next to each other and of course of instruction, my darling Dakota sat side by side to me. I did posting that she was beginning to face a bit plumper. The pregnancy was obviously beginning to show. Dakota put her head on my shoulder and just dozed off.

Jill, Mom, and lav were all chatting away. They were excited to be going to NYC. Mom said she knew of a couple of delicious pizza home in Little Italy. Of course, can was excited that he would be getting ‘ existent'pizza. I just smiled listening to him chatter on and on about good pizza.

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

The driver took us to the Plaza as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three cortege. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for John and Dakota, although they had separate layer 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 notes, which made me proud of him.

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

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

I asked the producer when the taping would air, she said that it would air Midweek evening, which I was glad about.

Jim Cramer was his usual self, he was all over the studio apartment asking questions, waiting for solvent, and then hitting me with trace up interrogative. All in all, we had a courteous sitting, right at the very end, I announced the sawbuck rails being sold. I gave him a figure of 2 one thousand million buck. He smiled and told me that the deal of selling the gymnastic horse data track was a mark of wiz. I thanked him for the compliment. After the tape, I asked him if he had any sentence to see our board of director's meeting at 9 am, he told me that he's working Squawk Box at that hour and he thanked me for the invite. We shook custody and I left, however, before I left, I gave his producer a check for his Polemonium van-bruntiae. I didn't make any type of big bargain out of it, I just left it for him. She thanked me.

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

As we get to the restaurant, it smells delightful. We all go inside. I see basketful of ail clams on the tables. I see a duet of extra-large cheese pizza on tables and they look and smell Delicious. We order three excess large pizzas and two basket of garlic cabbage. I order a bottle of Chianti for the ladies and lavatory to have with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. John sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a great time. When the pizza comes, King John practically takes three slices and shoves them all in his backtalk. We all just laugh at the absurdity of toilet. I ask the waitress if we could also fiat another extra-large Malva sylvestris to take with us back to the hotel. I see John's middle light up hearing the to go order.

We sit, we eat, we discuss the biz plan for the board meeting tomorrow. Mom wants to bring in it a blood-bath, but I talk her down from the shelf. I have a plan and I would wish to perform it and make Polly squirm.

As we head back inside the Plaza, we send John the Evangelist and Dakota up to their elbow room. Mom wants to have a potable in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and contain a seat. The bar itself might just be the nicest hotel bar that I have ever been in. The seats are all cushioned leather, they are overstuffed buffer leather. The waitress is a delightful untried ma'am that takes our order and Mom's room number.

Jill decides to feature a drink of wine-colored, Mom decides on an old fashioned with top shelf strong drink. Me ? I just have a feeding bottle of water supply. I didn't want to get to the stage 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 group meeting without Mom at first. About an hour into the meeting, Mom would record up. When Polly decides that she wants to yell for a right to vote, that would be when Mom stands up and headspring 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 show out that he never was a fan of the plug-in since they all stuck their hands out wanting money but rarely offering anything of worth to the corp.

Mom thought it was a delightful approximation, but she decided that she would come with us, but sit in the dorsum. She wanted to see the whole show from the low mo that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions.

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

Or hiring Jennifer, Gospel According to John's Mom as the theatre director of Real 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 thing at the Hawk. Or spending $ 165 million to purchase 5 multistory office buildings across the US and one in Toronto.

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

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

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

I hugged Mom, she knew the shady tactics of the board all too well. She spent a couple of hours regaling Jill and I with stories about how a great deal they made Bob's life paltry. I will, of course, make a pointedness 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 company passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to drop just one day showing their respects for the man that worked his ass off to make this company something special.

As we sat there discussing the game architectural plan, I noticed a mates of people paying care to our conversation. One couple, Mr. and Mrs Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. First the offered condolences on Bob's passing. arcsecond, they informed us that they were in town because of the special meeting that Polly had set up. They were supposed to be heading to the Bahama's to savour a copulate weeks of R n R, but this meeting changed their programme. I was untrusting of them. Were they plants of Polly's ? Did they actually change their plans to come to this meeting, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't ask for them to bring together us.

They thanked us and walked away, leaving the bar entirely. After a match of 60 minutes, our boy John came down and found us. He wanted to jazz if it was alright for him to order another pizza and have it UBER to the hotel. Jill and I just laughed, he really is a bottomless pit for groundwork, but I liked that he just didn't assume it was alright to use the society add-in, he asked first.

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

I was very happy with all this thought Mom had put into the plug-in meeting. I noticed that can sat fold by listening and watching. I looked around and saw that we were the only I left in the bar, everyone else had left. I was still a bit uneasy about the Davidson span, but it was too late to interest about it now.

To John's surprisal, the Uber lady showed up with not one, but two Malva sylvestris pizzas. I pulled out my card to pay for them, but John had already taken care of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'deliverance. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at John, but he was gracious enough to leave one pizza pie for the three of us and he took the early one up to his elbow room with Dakota.

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

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

I let Mom know that one of the producer from Jim Cramer's shows Mad Money and gripe Box would be in the bunch watching and taping quietly. She would upload the entirely meeting to her boss back at the studio each meter we break for whatever ground. Mom loved the theme that we could if needed put little Miss Polly and her useless daughter on display on national TV, but I wasn't done. I told Mom that they would be running the taped segment I had with Jim Cramer later that day and announcing on national TV the sales event of the horse tracks.

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 House of York metre, the bit the farm animal market out-of-doors and to buy another 10,000 share for Jill and me and put it on her explanation. A groggy stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the horse racecourse sale announced on Jim Cramer's show would move the stock by as a lot as $ 5 a ploughshare, I told her that might just be a bit low, but none the LE it would set the control board back on its heels.

As we finished our pizza, and Mom and Jill finished their beverage, we all got up. We hugged, we kissed, and we agreed to converge in the center restaurant at 6:30 to have breakfast and prep again for the meeting. Of line, having John the Divine eat breakfast with us here at the place might cost us quite a bit. This made all three of us laugh.

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

When we each reached our suite, Mom kissed both Jill and I and headed into her room. Jill and I went into our cortege, which I was sure that our friend Polly will ask why we didn't stay at the local Pinetree. I asked Jill to investigate our Pinetree phonograph record and check to see if any of the board fellow member use the Pinetree or do they stay elsewhere. Jill logged into the government activity 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 entourage making sure that John and Dakota were up and getting make and checking on Mom. Of course, because of the importance of the day, everyone was up and in respective state of getting ready.

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

I put on my outdo lawsuit, but in my principal, I thought about wearing a pair of short circuit and a Cuban elan shirt, but I decided not to get fired before I had a chance to State Department my case.

When Jill was cook, we headed out to the lift. 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 room here, but then again, they are more about showing up for a reservation and paying the money they requested.

When Jill and I reached the bottom floor, John and Dakota were already waiting for us. In my read/write head, I was glad to see that bathroom was not challenging anything that Dakota said, he listened, he made distinction, and he stayed silent.

Jill kissed John the Evangelist, I kissed Dakota and we headed into the eating place. The hostess sat us in a nice table, but she said she would land 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 half hour and to rescript without her. That sparked privy, who told us that he slept like a baby with all that pizza pie in his paunch. 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 one-half an minute later. King John stood, pulled out a chairwoman for her and labor 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. Saint John the Apostle has his inglorious pinstriped suit on with a maroon shirt and a inglorious and strand tie. Dakota is wearing a grim dress and melanise patten leather skid with only about a 2"heel.

Jill was wearing a blacken dress as well, only she had a beautiful Co blue belt and matching blue clothes heels.

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

Mom decided to throw away up a middle finger to the board and wore a bright red garb with a pitch-dark belt and black shiny shoes with only about a 1"heel. She also wore a beautiful baseball diamond and ruby neckless that hung in the low-necked V-neck of the dress. While Mom was a stunner, today she was beautiful. Joh and Dakota both remarked about how gorgeous she looked.

Although I didn't know any of the people who came to our table, Mom seemed to know all of them. After each one leftfield, she had a input about them. Mom asked John if he would see her inside the add-in meeting room which he smiled and agreed to do so.

As the litany of hoi polloi slowed down, Mom decided that we needed to go over whom on the board was a friend, who was an opposition, 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 sticking plaster, Anita Blackman, and Ronald Smitty were all friends.

The cay, according to Mom were the four electroneutral appendage : Virginia Pogue, Julie Shades, crisscross McKenzie, and St. John the Apostle Richardson.

Mom told us that the four neutral ones were a bit gun-shy and wouldn't take on Polly directly, but they would mind to cause and we could carry them to reckon more rationally and not tolerate Polly to bully them into her way of thinking.

lavatory out of the blueing suggested that I ask them what they are expecting of a CEO. This was a terrific estimation I felt. I pulled out a pocket-sized objet d'art of newspaper to indite it down, but Dakota spun her assistant's Koran around to me. She already had it written down in her book.

Mom also pointed out that Polly will try to fraction and seize, meaning that Jill and I will be questioned separately. I suggested that Jill not take a seat anywhere except mighty next to me, this would be a augury of unity. Mom agreed.

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

As we finished our breakfast, several masses wished up ‘ good hazard'at the circuit card get together. whoremaster seemed surprised, Dakota seemed to just dislike these people.

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

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

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

I expected that the display 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 merging, the one that had several reporter and a couple of cameramen waiting for us.

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

"Mister Greene, Mr Greene, what are you intending to say to the board today ?"was the get-go question, from Fox News.

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

The following one was from MSNBC,"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, do you anticipate to be employed by lunchtime, one board phallus title you will be ‘ out on your ass by lunchtime ’.

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

"Last question,"I say.

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

"wellspring, I guess I'll go have tiffin, does anyone acknowledge a undecomposed eating place around here ?"I ask eliciting a few chuckles. I thank everyone for their sentence and crack for them to amount into the get together, they all decline.

Once inside the meeting room, I see one of the producers from Jim Cramer's display as well as a couple of cameras set up in the spinal column recession of the room. I nod to her and go on walking towards Jill. Saint John the Apostle and Dakota have taken up buns behind Jill and me. Although I walked right past her, lav whispered in my ear that Mom was all the way in the back row of the room and in the middle of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The add-in extremity file in and take their seats in front man of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to fetch the encounter to parliamentary procedure, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the head of the board. Polly had to excuse to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"Members of the plug-in, this special group meeting was called by board member Polly Nestor to discuss the performance of the company's CEO David Greene. Mr. Greene, would you like to induce an chess opening remark to the board ?"

"Um, yes I would. give thanks to Elizabeth II, this is a terminated waste of the board's time. But, let's get on with this pasquinade,"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 II, it says here on the paper that I have your name is Elizabeth II Polly Nestor, or are you lying to the plug-in ?"I say.

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

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

"Mr. Henry Graham 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 her,"I say to him. He chuckles to himself. I remember what Mom had told me, that he was a friend on the board.

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

"Mr. Davidson, I have aught promote to say to the board at this time,"I tell him.

"Other than Polly, is any board member wishing to constitute a statement at this time ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

Mr. Fishman, a non-friend chooses to make a statement,"Thank you Mr. president. I believe that this man has perpetrated a put-on against this party and should be removed. He has spent money like it was water. He has no regard for any of the member of the circuit board and he shows his arrogance by showing up without an attorney,"He says. Jill leans into me and whispers,"Not a very skilful opening statement, guess that's why Mom called him ‘ fish head word'she says smiling.

"Um, young woman Greene, would you like to reach an possible action instruction as well ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

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

I whisper in her ear to remember that Mr. Davidson is a Friend but in a precarious position being Chairman of the board. She just smiles.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A ludicrous add-in member, who believes that her incompetent daughter should feature my situation, even though she has no business acumen, no history of successful body of work, and no power to run a multi-national potbelly. the pits, she's not even a lawyer,"I say to the board.

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

I manus some document to the clerk who in turn, hands them to Mr. Davidson."Mr. Greene, what is this that you're handing the board ?"He asks.

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

"No, Polly, this is a legal document that says your girl has no current license to practice law,"He tells Polly and the board as he hands the raft of composition around the plug-in 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 leave out the ridiculous show that you're trying to put on here,"I say once again poking the bear.

I hear some rumbling and susurration in the audience.

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

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

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

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

"other than you Elizabeth, how many board members are fans of baseball, either the Yankees ( which gets some sunniness from the bunch ) or the Mets ( not quite as a lot cheering ) ?"I ask the plank in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

"Why do you intend that the Bronx Bombers pay Giancarlo Elizabeth Cady Stanton $ 25 million a class over 13 yr ?"I ask.

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

"Exactly,"I say agreeing with him.

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

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

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

"Both of the New York baseball team pay top dollar mark to key resign federal agent to put together a winning team,"I tell the board.

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course,"she replies.

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

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

"Then please, edify us how it's different,"I say to her.

She sits silent.

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

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

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

"Oh, you mean the two BMWs that were promised but never delivered to Tina and Dakota, or maybe you mean that my wife, the theatre director of Financial social function is to be driving what ? A mid-80's Chevy ? Not really the proper car for a woman of her stature. Or maybe you believe that Jennifer, our manager of Real 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 spell of junk car that you keep together with duct tape and chewing gum,"I say to her smiling.

"Who authorized the purchase of her 2019 Chevy Impala ?"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 authority to do such a matter,"Elizabeth II asks.

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

Polly asks the board to disgorge a vote on my continued employment.

I feel a hand on my berm. It's Mom.

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

"As the big single stock-holder, I wasn't aware that I had to apprize anyone of my actions,"She tells the board with maliciousness in her articulation and a grin on her face.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

"Um, Polly my lamb, why again did you waste everyone's time for this meeting ? Could it be so you could get another requital 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 pad that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball reference. I smile an nod my head. I was happy that John saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata Black had taken a justificative attitude with her arm crossed on her chest. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ snatch'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a bathroom intermission as Dakota was fraught. Before he even had time to allot the break, Dakota had already gotten up and just walked out of the boardroom.

The remaining four of us all walked out together. I subtly signaled for the producer from Jim Cramer's show to stick to us outside. Surprising to me, when we got into the hall, there were no reporter at all. The producer met us out in the hallway.

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

"time to gain them squirm,"I tell her.

She smiles and heads down the hall to the ladies'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 poultice was in the ladies room as well and told Dakota that she thought that I was making Polly look silly and that she loved me calling her Elizabeth and not Polly.

The board room salesclerk came out to the G. Stanley Hall and summoned everyone back into the elbow room.

Once we were all seated, Polly tried to boss around herself into opening the meeting. Again Mr. Davidson had to knock her back down a peg for which she apologized.

"That's twice,"I say. Mom smiles. Jill smiles.

"Mr. Davidson, may I give a state of the company update ?"I ask.

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

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

"Members of the board, I want to take a few minute of your clip and update you on the state of the party, all of the company,"I say to the board.

"A few calendar month ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a companionship called Happy, Happee limousine. This purchase leads to former attainment. Happy, Happee limo was created by a cleaning lady named Sasha. However, Sasha was a shady role. She bought other companies and hid them under the license of Happy, Happee limousine. She had several horse course, a recording studio, a drugstore grouping, and a trucking company. All of these companies were acquired for no additional price to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip Productions, a porn studio,"I tell them.

This, of class, outrages Elizabeth.

"Mr. GREENE, are you telling this gameboard that Jaxson, Inc. owns a pornographic studio ?"She barks.

"No, not at all. Within a week of finding out that we had acquired a porn studio, I phone Bob who instructed me to find a new owner, which I did. I found a college student named Allison. She was working hard, very backbreaking to take a crap Tulip Productions piece of work. Per Bob's petition, I sold Tulip product to Allison for a zero-interest loan. Bob felt that we needed to get this company off our books, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her first requital, just this past Sunday. She gave me a money order in an envelope for me to deposit, which my early assistant, Amy has done for us,"I tell the board members.

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

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

"Now, it is gentle to second guessing the pile, but followed Bob Jaxson's direction and sold off Tulip yield and now have an income into Jaxson Inc. From there, I moved on to the hauling ship's company. We merged it with our own trucking and logistics company. One of the things that occurred right away was the Leontyne Price of motortruck tyre went up dramatically and the quality of the tire dropped dramatically. I contact respective tire manufacture company. One ship's company was willing to work with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tires and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking locations. We increased the sales event price of the tires only a picayune bit. Within 9 days 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 days. There was no mistaking this, we had a waiting leaning from each of our 15 placement. Again, we ordered another doubling the number of tire bringing us to a amount of 4,000 tires. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tire in 11 Clarence Day. Now, on the slope, we were keeping all the used truck tires that needed to be sent for retreading to BF GOODRICH'S rework location just outside of Dallas, TX. We ship them to the location, they retread them, and they pay to embark them to the 15 locating, which in turn we sell at a deeply discounted Price for trailers, sleazy cost than any early tyre distributor in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the heads nodding, even Elizabeth.

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

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

"Now, onto the horse tracks. There are lots of governmental regulations, each one unlike by state. I took a estimable concentrated look, along with my married woman at the gymnastic horse trail. We made the decision to sell them. We were contacted by an investment funds radical led by one of the largest shareholder of Churchill Downs. They made us an offer, we countered and voila we have a deal,"I say to the board.

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

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

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

"I'm not sure you're ready to hear that numeral,"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 overstep 100 million ?"Mark McKenzie asks.

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

I lean back to St. John and ask him to write out the sale measure. He picks up a thick black card sharp and writes the amount $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the sign of the zodiac up for the gameboard members to interpret. No one speaks, nor do they make a sound. can turns around the preindication so the people in the audience can see the price. I hear whoremaster's favorite Word of God come from the audience,"Fuck, ”. This causes Saint John the Apostle to express mirth out tatty. I just chortle, Dakota laughs out tacky as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

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

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

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

"The Pinetree is undergoing monumental revise to advance the whole brand. We are going to position the brand in the Marriott court stratum. We're going to have a national contest to rename the brand to something that we all like. As for the restaurant group, we have a unit of measurement in Tampa, Everglade State that has a director who has added something to take a leak the eatery become more interest. He has added to the computer menu by including the Cuban food that is pop in Tampa. I'm adding this to our steel across the commonwealth, adding ethnical menu options for the restaurant patrons to enjoy,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to speak the board,"I would like to volunteer a suggestion to the board. We need to withdraw the jacket on Jill's and David's incentive structure. Let me call up for a vote, all those in favor say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the largest stockholder and along with our stock, she now has More than 53 % usable to her, including what we bought this morning."apparent motion stands and is passed,"Mom tells the display panel. Elizabeth is now sick 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 Polly Nestor be let go from the plug-in of managing director and that all dining table extremity not be allowed to hold a position longer than 20 twelvemonth. Also, that to experience any recompense for being a instrument panel member, you must attend all 4 panel meetings otherwise you receive LE money from your appointment to the circuit card. In accession, I nominate David Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now cause a contract for not 5 year but 10 years, along with his wife our Director of Financial function,"Mom nominates.

"All those in party favour, 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, hold. You can't do that ?"She says.

"Oh, but we can. Mrs Jaxson has total command of the balloting shares of the stock,"I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. The protection comes and bodyguard Elizabeth II out of the circuit card room. The five of us just wave goodbye to her, she is fuming and not happy at all. I'm smiling, Jill's grinning, Mom's smiling, and of row John and Dakota are smiling.

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

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

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

Mom remained dumb."David, I want to sell my dwelling house in the Hamptons. I understand from my realtor friend that that Jobs kid wants my house 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 wadding ?"I ask.

"No, not really. I think I'll probably hold about a elbow room broad of clobber and sell the repose. Too many bad remembering,"Mom tells me.

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

The limo occlusion in figurehead of Mom's jet. We all get out and carry our own baggage on to the jet. The co-pilot takes the baggage and stows it away. We all take a seat. The woodworking plane heads down the runway and into the air to head 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 cut-rate sale of the horse rail. 2 billion for all the cut is an pose number. peach to you soon, Roger.

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner tonight to celebrate. I ask John how our store 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 time of day of New York Stock Exchange prison term available,"John tells me. I was glad to see John staying abreast of our stock.

"Anyone up for a dinner out tonight ?"I ask. Dakota moves over following to me and suggests Longhorn steakhouse. I love the approximation and have john and Dakota tell everyone that I want to take in everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG boys, and Fred. I get a couple of text messages saying that longhorn sounds luscious. 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 planing machine,"Should we ask in Elizabeth ?"I say laughing out trashy. Gospel According to John also laughs and asks me,"Why did you keep open calling her Elizabeth ?"

"For two reasonableness, one I knew it pissed her off and two it made her look silly using a name because you don't like your god given name,"I tell him. He ponders what I have just told him for a moment then adds,"Should I text her and ask for her to our celebratory dinner ?"John Lackland asks smiling the whole time.

I just shake my read/write head no, no need to poke the bear any tenacious, we won and we don't need to be bad sportswoman with our win.

I ask Jill if we should stop and buy some shooter since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a good estimate. She began texting Fred to let him fuck that we are all going to Longhorn, but that we wanted to stop and take advantage of our carry Trachinotus falcatus and leverage a couple of guns. He texted back that he will take a stint limo at the airport shortly when we arrive.

Mom looks exhausted. I have her sit down following to me. I begin to rub her ft. She tilts her head back and just let me make her feel better by rubbing her substructure. I hear some mild moaning as I reach the arches.

It 's not long before I hear the landing gear mechanism lock into spot, and we begin our declination into LAX. As we touch down on the runway, Dakota is squeezing my hand. She still doesn't like this part of the trip.

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

I open the envelope and manus Dakota, toilet, and Jill their carry permits. Dakota really seems turn on. I text Jennifer and Paula that I had their carry permits. I also texted Marcus that I had his conduct permit. He texted back that he was excited that they came so soon. I asked Fred to give us the address 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 shop parking lot, he tried to park away from the front doorway, but alas he ended up in a corner of the parking lot.

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

We all got out of our several vehicle and went inside. We were met by a enceinte man who probably tilted the scales in the 375 to 400-pound mountain chain. We all showed him our carry permits. He told us to wait around and he would resolve any questions we might have.

I selected the Lapplander framework that I took the gun division with, a metalworker & Wesson 9mm. King John also selected a similar manikin for himself. Dakota, with the smaller hired man, chose a small 9 mm that only held 12 in the cartridge holder. 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 own a piece, but then again there was no have a bun in the oven permission for her in the envelope.

I asked if we could have three boxful of ammunition 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 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 courting. The gun shop man also threw in trigger ignition lock to observe anyone from using our grease-gun when we weren't using them, for example in the Chateau when we are entertaining. I knew we were going to take in a gun safe, but when will the locksmith guy get to installing that ?

I paid for all the arm on my incarnate credit card. The heavyset man who sold us all our hit man smiled when he saw the total. We all walked out of the gun store with our purchases and with the holsters and with some ammo. In the limo, Gospel According to John, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our mag.

I assumed that the ladies in the putting surface Aepyceros melampus 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 boys did not connect us for dinner party. BJ and Danni did arrive a few mo later in Danni's car.

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

whoremaster announced that the grocery had closed about an hour ago, contribution of Jaxson Inc. parentage ended up going up a record $ 37.50 per plowshare, the greatest one day addition in Jaxson Inc chronicle. I did the maths quick for Dakota, 10,000 portion up by $ 37.50 per share equate Dakota's store increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the restaurant. I noticed three Hispanic youths just kind of hanging around outside the main door.

John, Marcus and I walked in good order by them into the restaurant. Fred parked the limo and joined us inside.

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

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

Silence.

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

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

I ordered another turn of appetiser and of course, I kept the cheesy runt when two of them came to the tabular array. I wasn't about to let one of then go to John and get eaten like a white ant eats wood.

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

"You should acknowledge 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 companionship. As the main track arrived, our boy John once again showed foretoken of due date again taking forethought that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to splurge and order a fully loaded baked potato. John the Evangelist didn't think there was adequate butter or sour 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 commodity a meter as any.

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

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

Everyone starts hugging Jill. Dakota hugs me as well. Bobby and Sammy begin chatting about some different cooking to appease now three ladies who are pregnant.

Mom is chatting with Jill, Diane, and Dakota telling all three of them how she wished that she and Bob found the time to have children, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the right time to possess children. She was looking forward to being ‘ gran ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no longsighted on the board of directors, Mom now controlled the majority of the stock and liked where Jill and I were taking the company.

Kim and Kay sat at the opponent end of the mesa chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the mesa. I took a chairman from a tabular array behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"Ladies, are you having a serious prison term ? It seemed the other night that you and the porn twins were having a secure discussion, anything I should screw about ?"I asked.

"No, nothing now. We chatted with your dame Allison, she's really overnice. She tried her best to dissuade us from making another pornography. We're considering what she said to us but knowing that you approve of Allison goes a foresighted way with us,"Kay tells me.

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

"Oh, of course, he says that since we are adults, we get to nominate our own decision on what to do with our bodies. However, Allison keeps telling us that a porn career can direct a turn for the uncollectible 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 erotica industry, which is why they are getting rent so cheaply for my consortium theatre. I want them to be successful at leaving the industry, if that's what they really want to do,"I say to them.

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

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

"No, you pay us just okay. 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 different topic. I kissed each lady and headed back to my seat.

As we finished up with dinner, I asked for the measure. The server brought the bill over and I used my Jaxson Inc. incarnate add-in. 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 noblewoman walked outdoor. John the Divine, Fred, Marcus, and I followed moments later.

When we stepped outside, the three Spanish American youths that we saw when we entered were now holding artillery on us. bathroom and Fred both reached for their own gun for hire. They three youth 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 pull your gun for hire out at a family restaurant like this one,"I say.

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

John is set up to take them on, but I ask him to back down a small.

"guy rope, do you all go to a casino to toy poker ?"I ask.

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood parking area. They have our favorite game, Texas Hold'em"their drawing card says.

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

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

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

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

"You decide to go ‘ all in'and bet all that you have, a good deal like right now. You're betting your stallion future for what a few measly dollar bill ? Not a smart play gentleman,"I look right into the eye of the leader.

"give us your money, white boy,"the moment one says to me.

"So, you're holding a pair of diddly-squat plus one on the river giving you three Jacks, much like you three betting your life sentence for a couple of clam,"I say.

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

"Give us your money, this is your terminal warning,"the thirdly one says.

"I turn over my pair of posting to show you that I have a twosome of Queens and putting them with the twosome on the mesa grant me four fag, and everyone knows that four poove ALWAYS beats three labourer,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the coast on her gun back to indicate a gun is behind our three early days. The loss leader turns around to see Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and Sharon all holding cocked hitman at the three youths. The drawing card says something in Spanish to the other guys. They all lay their grease-gun on the ground and put their hands in the air.

Only about 30 seconds later, Police showed up and arrested our Hispanic American younker. I was so proud of the ladies. They used their piece wisely and were not afraid one bit. It turns out that Kim and Kay had gotten to the door behind us and saw the three bozo with the guns. They went to the air hostess stand and dialed 911 giving the emergency hustler the address for the delay.

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

"Let's go household, it's much safer 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 burster and unzips me, fishes out my hammer and puts it in her mouth. She's licking the undersurface, getting my rooster all wet and hard from her wonderful viva skills. Jill moves over to the tush next to me in the limousine. She places a hand on the binding of Dakota's head pushing her towards my pelvis. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my cock head is touching her uvula. circle of spittle was escaping her precious little mouth. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

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

I texted Paula that Fred was going to pass the night and thus won't be bringing the limo back to the cleanup surface area tonight. She texted back that she was already at the Chateau, but she would let the nightlong 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 humanity.

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

When you are distracted by a beautiful charwoman sucking on your cock the drive time to get home passes quite quickly.

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

I hear the garage door loose. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our bedroom and just plunge the wearing apparel into the shackle. I put my suitcase in the closet and am well-chosen that we are home. I shed my clothes and chief in to take a shower. Again, I'm glad that this rain shower has instant hot water. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to buy the farm the shower, Amy stepped in.

She came over to me and began to stroke my dick."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 affectionate minor workforce stroking my hard cock. I lift her up by her waist, she wraps her legs around me. I step forward pushing her back against the wall of the exhibitor. I lower her down slowly. Her sweet slick pussy slideway down onto my dick. We begin to thrust in unison. It doesn't take very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD pa, YOU feel SO nookie WONDERFUL interior OF MY LITTLE pussy,"she says as the number one orgasm roller through her body.

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

As that wonderful familiar twinge made its appearance 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 tight 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 embrace again. She begins to kiss me, and I respond kissing her as well.

As we both settle down, we step out and dry each other off. Once we are all dry, she walks raw into my bedroom. I put on a pair of shorts and a albumen tee shirt and fountainhead 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 ‘ Bangers and Mashed ’. I had to ask what it was. He explained that it is a sausage with a thick mashed murphy and a dark embrown 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 room mesa. I see Fred and Mom holding handwriting. Fred is making her a plate of food which he carries over to the dining room board. I think to myself how becoming the Chauffeur really changed my life for the better.

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