The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The Board of 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 hr all the lady had at to the lowest degree two pieces of luggage.

Fred was set up for all of us with a stretch limo. He stood there stoically holding the parent room access capable 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 berry ready for Dakota, Mom, and Jill. John poured me and himself a glass of pineapple succus.

Once we were all in the limousine, the private road to the airport was rather quick as there was trivial to no dealings on the route. Everyone looked tired as we had played rather concentrated the past times couple of days. Mom, whoremonger, and Jill all sat future to each early and of line, my darling Dakota sat next to me. I did notice that she was beginning to see a bit plumper. The gestation was obviously beginning to show. Dakota put her brain on my shoulder joint and just dozed off.

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

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

The device driver took us to the shopping mall as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three cortege. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for Saint John the Apostle and Dakota, although they had single out bottom to sleep on.

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

When we arrived at the mall, the bellman retrieved our luggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The staff member gave us all the charge card Key to get into our suites. I noticed the meter and made my way to the limo again to guide towards the studio apartment where Mad Money was taped.

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

I asked the producer when the tape recording would air, she said that it would air Wednesday evening, which I was happy about.

Jim Cramer was his usual self, he was all over the studio asking questions, waiting for reply, and then hitting me with follow up questions. All in all, we had a nice academic term, right at the very end, I announced the horse course being sold. I gave him a trope of 2 zillion one dollar bill. He smiled and told me that the deal of selling the gymnastic horse tracks was a fall guy of genius. I thanked him for the compliment. After the taping, I asked him if he had any time to advert our circuit 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 hands and I left, however, before I left, I gave his producer a check for his charity. I didn't make any type of big deal out of it, I just left it for him. She thanked me.

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

As we get to the restaurant, it smells Delicious. We all go inside. I see baskets of garlic sugar on the board. I see a brace of extra-large cheese pizzas on tables and they look and smell delicious. We social club three extra great pizzas and two basket of garlic bread. I society a nursing bottle of Chianti for the ladies and John Lackland to have with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. John sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a great sentence. When the pizza comes, John practically takes three slicing and shoves them all in his mouth. We all just laugh at the silliness of john. I ask the waitress if we could also order another extra-large cheese to hire with us back to the hotel. I see John's eyes light up hearing the to go order.

We sit, we eat, we discuss the game plan for the board get together tomorrow. Mom wants to make it a blood-bath, but I talk her pile from the shelf. I have a plan and I would wish to execute it and make Polly squirm.

As we head back inside the Plaza, we send can and Dakota up to their elbow room. Mom wants to take a beverage in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and necessitate a bum. The bar itself might just be the nicest hotel bar that I have ever been in. The seats are all cushioned leather, they are overstuff cushioned leather. The waitress is a delicious untested lady that takes our club and Mom's room number.

Jill decides to own a drink of wine, Mom decides on an old fashioned with top shelf liquor. Me ? I just have a nursing bottle of piss. 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 whoremaster, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the add-in confluence without Mom at first. About an hour into the meeting, Mom would show up. When Polly decides that she wants to holler for a balloting, that would be when Mom stands up and heads to the podium that I'm sure they will get set up.

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

Mom thought it was a delicious musical theme, but she decided that she would make it with us, but sit in the backbone. She wanted to catch the whole display from the beginning minute that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions.

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

Or hiring Jennifer, john's Mom as the music director of Real the three estates 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 things at the Hawk. Or spending $ 165 million to buy 5 multistoried office buildings across the US and one in Toronto.

In addition, she'll probably work 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 point out what a bad investment funds that was.

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

In addition, she will most likely 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 call it ‘ the Commune'and make up an take about your tenants.

I hugged Mom, she knew the umbrageous manoeuvre of the board all too well. She spent a match of hours regaling Jill and I with stories about how much they made Bob's living miserable. I will, of course, make a point to ‘ thank them'for all showing up to Bob's funeral…. oh wait, not a unity one of them could be concerned that the founding father of the company passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to spend just one day showing their respects for the man that worked his ass off to cook this fellowship something special.

As we sat there discussing the biz programme, I noticed a couple of the great unwashed paying attention to our conversation. One couple, Mr. and Mrs. Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. First the offered condolences on Bob's passing. secondment, 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 savor a pair off hebdomad of R n R, but this meeting changed their architectural plan. I was wary of them. Were they plants of Polly's ? Did they actually change their architectural plan to come to this coming together, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't invite them to fall in us.

They thanked us and walked away, leaving the bar entirely. After a twain of hours, our boy John came down and found us. He wanted to fuck 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 metrical foot, but I liked that he just didn't assume it was alright to use the company wag, he asked first.

That brought Mom to another issue, company notice. Mom was certainly she would have a list of whom has been issued a bodied placard and probably a lean of all the expending spent on each card.

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

To King John's surprise, the Uber lady showed up with not one, but two tall mallow pizza pie. 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'delivery. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at Gospel According to John, but he was nice enough to leave one pizza for the three of us and he took the other one up to his room with Dakota.

The bartender came over to us asking if we wanted any further deglutition as it was"live call ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another methamphetamine 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 producers from Jim Cramer's shows Mad Money and Squawk Box would be in the crowd observation and taping quietly. She would upload the whole confluence to her boss back at the studio each clock time we break for whatever reasonableness. Mom loved the idea that we could if needed put little Miss Polly and her useless daughter on show on national TV, but I wasn't done. I told Mom that they would be running the taped segment I had with Jim Cramer later that day and announcing on subject TV the sale of the sawbuck 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 time, the mo the fund market opens and to buy another 10,000 parcel for Jill and me and put it on her invoice. A groggy stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the horse cart track cut-rate sale announced on Jim Cramer's show would locomote the stock by as very much as $ 5 a share, I told her that might just be a bit low, but none the less it would set the control 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 eating house at 6:30 to deliver breakfast and prep again for the meeting. Of course, having John the Evangelist 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 paw to our suite. Mom walked on the other face of me. When we got into the lift, Mom squeezed my rear, which made me smile.

When we each reached our suite, Mom kissed both Jill and I and headed into her way. Jill and I went into our suite, which I was sure that our friend Polly will ask why we didn't stay at the local anaesthetic Pinetree. I asked Jill to investigate our Pinetree records and check to see if any of the board extremity use the Pinetree or do they stay elsewhere. Jill logged into the administration portal and found the entropy I wanted. I just smiled, leaned over and kissed my gorgeous wife.

We headed off to log Z's, all snuggled into one another.

CHAPTER 2

When we got up, Jill called the former two suites making sure that John and Dakota were up and getting quick and checking on Mom. Of trend, because of the importance of the day, everyone was up and in respective state of getting ready.

We all decided to just assemble at the restaurant. Jill only took a few more mo, since she had begun an hour earlier.

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

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

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

Jill kissed John, I kissed Dakota and we headed into the restaurant. The air 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 half hour and to order without her. That sparked John, who told us that he slept like a child 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. Gospel According to John stood, pulled out a chair 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 tabular array, everyone is wearing their best outfit. John has his inglorious pinstriped causa on with a maroon shirt and a black and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a inkiness dress and nigrify clog leather brake shoe with only about a 2"heel.

Jill was wearing a dim dress as well, only she had a beautiful Co blue bash and matching blue apparel heels.

I wore my black cause as well, however, I wore a deep blue sky attire shirt and a nigrify and whitened swirled tie.

Mom decided to throw up a middle fingerbreadth to the board and wore a bright red dress with a black belt and black shiny shoe with only about a 1"bounder. She also wore a beautiful diamond and ruby neckless that hung in the low-cut V-neck of the dress. While Mom was a stunner, today she was beautiful. Joh and Dakota both remarked about how gorgeous she looked.

Although I didn't know any of the people who came to our mesa, Mom seemed to know all of them. After each one left, she had a commentary about them. Mom asked John if he would escort her inside the panel meeting elbow room which he smiled and agreed to do so.

As the litany of people slowed down, Mom decided that we needed to go over whom on the instrument panel was a supporter, who was an enemy, and whom was neutral. To Mom, the neutral 1 were the winder to this meeting.

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

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

The cay, according to Mom were the four neutral members : Virginia Pogue, Julie Shades, Mark McKenzie, and John Richardson.

Mom told us that the four neutral 1 were a bit gun-shy and wouldn't take on Polly directly, but they would listen to reason and we could persuade them to recollect more rationally and not allow Polly to swagger them into her way of intellection.

John out of the Amytal suggested that I ask them what they are expecting of a CEO. This was a terrific estimate I felt. I pulled out a small-scale piece of paper to write 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 divide and inhibit, meaning that Jill and I will be questioned separately. I suggested that Jill not learn a seat anywhere except right adjacent to me, this would be a sign of oneness. Mom agreed.

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

As we finished our breakfast, respective citizenry wished up ‘ good luck'at the board group meeting. whoremonger seemed storm, 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 ladies to get in the limousine, then we entered. The chauffeur closed the threshold behind us and off we went towards Jaxson, Inc.

When we arrived, there were several new delegacy all set up waiting for us. We all smiled and walked right past them. We were greeted by the track security measures man who greeted Mom with courtesy and professionalism. Mom gave him a quick hug and off we went to the 13th base where the conference way was located.

I expected that the board would not be watching our entry and thus may or may not have intercourse that Mom was with us. We knew immediately which room held the confluence, the one that had respective reporters and a couple of camera operator waiting for us.

Mom, Jill, Dakota, and John all walked right field by the crush. I stopped for a duad of second to answer a couple of questions.

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

"Well, do inside and witness out for yourselves,"I replied.

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

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

"utmost doubt,"I say.

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

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

Once inside the meeting way, I see one of the manufacturer from Jim Cramer's appearance as well as a couple of television camera set up in the back quoin of the way. I nod to her and keep walk towards Jill. John the Evangelist and Dakota have taken up bum behind Jill and me. Although I walked right past her, John whispered in my ear that Mom was all the way in the backbone row of the room and in the heart of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The board members file in and consume their buttocks in front of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to get the confluence to club, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the head of the control panel. Polly had to apologize to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"appendage of the display panel, this special merging was called by board member Polly Nestor to discuss the execution of the company's CEO Saint David Greene. Mr. Greene, would you like to stool an initiative remark to the control panel ?"

"Um, yes I would. give thanks to Elizabeth, this is a fill out waste matter of the board's time. But, let's get on with this sendup,"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 report that I have your name is Elizabeth Polly Nestor, or are you lying to the board ?"I say.

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

"Oh, but I do birth that right. You see, under the embodied practice of law of New York, every board member is considered a public flesh and thus dependent to investigating, or didn't you know that Elizabeth ?"I say just mocking her and making her even madder.

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

"Because it's not her name. Her name 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 acquaintance on the board.

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

"Mr. Davidson, I have zilch advance to say to the display panel at this fourth dimension,"I tell him.

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

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

"Um, Miss Greene, would you like to make an opening command as well ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

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

I whisper in her ear to think of that Mr. Davidson is a champion but in a precarious location being Chairman of the add-in. She just smiles.

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

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

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

"Whatever, MISTER GREENE, do you read why you are even here today ?"Polly asks.

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A ridiculous board phallus, who believes that her unqualified daughter should have my position, even though she has no business acumen, no story of successful oeuvre, and no ability to run a multi-national corporation. hell, she's not even a lawyer,"I say to the board.

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

I hand some theme to the clerk who in bit, hands them to Mr. Davidson."Mr. Graham Greene, what is this that you're handing the board ?"He asks.

"This is a print out from all 50 states in the country showing that Alicia Nestor does not have a permission to pattern law in any of the 50 Department of State. Oh, she graduated from law schooltime, but she does not have a permit at this instant. precaution to indicate with me Elizabeth I ?"I say once again poking the bear.

"No, Polly, this is a legal written document that says your daughter has no flow permit to practice law,"He tells Polly and the gameboard as he hands the mass of papers around the board with each one looking through the papers.

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

I hear some grumbling and whispering in the audience.

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

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

"No, I don't admit anything of the such. Care to depict everyone test copy of your charge ?"I ask.

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

"other than you Elizabeth, how many board members are buff of baseball, either the Yankees ( which gets some cheerfulness from the crowd ) or the Mets ( not quite as practically cheering ) ?"I ask the board in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

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

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the first to answer,"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 yr to Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson Cano ?"I ask.

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

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

"Both of the New York baseball game team pay top buck to key free agentive role to put together a winning team,"I tell the board.

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

"Elizabeth, do you even understand what I'm saying ? I pay top dollar to mass that I've hired to get the best people out there. People that I can count 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 see that you have a Gucci Tiger bag on your arm when walked into the display panel way. Why do you have that ?"I asked, knowing the solution before I asked the question.

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

"So, you would narrate 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 multitude that I've brought on to this caller,"I tell her. She's still fuming but score one for me.

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

"Then please, enlighten us how it's unlike,"I say to her.

She sits silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hear a handful of chuckling in the audience.

"And you believe that you have the sanction to do such a thing,"Elizabeth asks.

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

Polly asks the circuit board to regorge a balloting on my continued employment.

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

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

"As the turgid bingle stock-holder, I wasn't aware that I had to notify anyone of my actions,"She tells the dining table with venom in her vocalization and a smile on her face.

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

CHAPTER 3

Mom decides to remove on Elizabeth II's ridiculous understanding for calling this meeting.

"Um, Polly my dear, why again did you waste everyone's clock time for this confluence ? 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 tablet that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball game reference. I smile an nod my head. I was well-chosen that John saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata pitch blackness had taken a defensive position with her arms crossed on her pectus. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ cunt'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a bathroom disruption as Dakota was significant. Before he even had metre to allow 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 comply us outside. Surprising to me, when we got into the hallway, there were no reporters at all. The producer met us out in the hallway.

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

"sentence to make them squirm,"I tell her.

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

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

The board room clerk came out to the Charles Francis Hall and summoned everyone back into the elbow room.

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

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

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

"Of course, Mr. 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 unit. whoremaster is just smiling, he has an melodic theme of what's coming.

"Members of the board, I want to get hold of a few moments of your time and update you on the state of the company, all of the fellowship,"I say to the board.

"A few months ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a society called Happy, Happee Limo. This purchase leads to other accomplishment. Happy, Happee Limo was created by a woman named Sasha. However, Sasha was a umbrageous reference. She bought other company and hid them under the license of Happy, Happee Limo. She had several horse tracks, a recording studio, a pharmacy group, and a trucking companionship. All of these society were acquired for no additional toll to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip Productions, a porn studio,"I tell them.

This, of course, outrages Elizabeth.

"Mr Henry Graham Greene, are you telling this board that Jaxson, Inc. owns a pornographic studio apartment ?"She barks.

"No, not at all. Within a week of finding out that we had acquired a porn studio, I telephone set Bob who instructed me to ascertain a new owner, which I did. I found a college student named Allison. She was working hard, very surd to make Tulip output workplace. Per Bob's request, I sold Tulip product to Allison for a zero-interest loanword. Bob felt that we needed to get this company off our Quran, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her first base payment, just this past Sunday. She gave me a money Holy Order in an envelope for me to deposit, which my former assistant, Amy has done for us,"I tell the card members.

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

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

"Now, it is easy to second guess the muckle, but followed Bob Jaxson's centering and sold off Tulip production and now have an income into Jaxson Inc. From there, I moved on to the trucking company. We merged it with our own trucking and logistics caller. One of the matter that occurred right away was the price of truck tires went up dramatically and the quality of the tires dropped dramatically. I contact several tire manufacturing companies. One society was willing to knead with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tires and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking emplacement. We increased the sale Mary Leontyne Price of the tire only a little bit. Within 9 days we had sold out of the 1000 tires, so I ordered more tyre, twice the amount and had them shipped to the same 15 emplacement, again we sold out, this meter in 8 days. There was no mistaking this, we had a waiting list from each of our 15 locations. Again, we ordered another repeat the number of tires bringing us to a total of 4,000 tire. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tire in 11 solar day. Now, on the side, we were keeping all the used hand truck tires that needed to be sent for retreading to BF GOODRICH'S retread placement just outside of Dallas, Texas. We ship them to the location, they retread them, and they pay to ship them to the 15 placement, which in turning we sell at a deeply discounted terms for dawdler, loud monetary value than any other tyre distributor in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the heads nodding, even Elizabeth.

I move on to the transcription studio."From the trucking company, we move onto the transcription studio. So far, we have only made minimal overture, but steam is beginning to seethe,"I tell them.

"After the recording studio, we look at the pharmacy company. We hired a president, who unfortunately passed away a dyad of workweek ago. We are currently interviewing replacement prospect,"I tell them.

"Now, onto the gymnastic horse caterpillar tread. There are mountain of governmental regulations, each one different by state. I took a in force punishing face, along with my wife at the Equus caballus course. We made the decision to sell them. We were contacted by an investiture group led by one of the largest shareowner of Churchill Down. They made us an offer, we countered and voila we have a mickle,"I say to the board.

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

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

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

"I'm not sure you're set up to get word that bit,"I say to them.

"Mr. Greene, the board would care to experience what amount of money you received for the gymnastic horse tracks. Did it outdo 100 million ?"sign McKenzie asks.

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

I lean back to toilet and ask him to write out the cut-rate sale sum of money. He picks up a thickly black eager beaver and writes the amount $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the sign up for the table members to read. No one speaks, nor do they micturate a sound. John turns around the sign so the people in the consultation can see the cost. I hear John's favorite intelligence come from the audience,"ass, ”. This causes John to laugh out cheap. I just chortle, Dakota laughs out flash as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

"Um, Mr. Graham Greene, are you telling us that you sold all the horse tracks for 2 one million million dollar mark ?"Mr. Davidson asked.

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

"Shall we talk about the Pinetree and the eating place radical ?"I ask.

"The Pinetree is undergoing massive rewrite to upgrade the whole brand. We are going to lieu the brand name in the Marriott Courtyard story. We're going to possess a national contest to rename the brand to something that we all the likes of. As for the restaurant group, we have a whole in Tampa, Everglade State that has a coach who has added something to get the eating place become more occupy. He has added to the carte du jour by including the Cuban food that is democratic in Tampa. I'm adding this to our brand across the res publica, adding cultural menu options for the restaurant patrons to relish,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to address the gameboard,"I would wish to tender a prompting to the control panel. We need to bump off the caps on Jill's and Jacques Louis David's bonus construction. Let me foretell for a suffrage, all those in favor say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the tumid stockholder and along with our stock, she now has more than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this forenoon."question rack and is passed,"Mom tells the board. Elizabeth is now madder 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 board of directors and that all control panel members not be allowed to hold a posture farsighted than 20 yr. Also, that to pick up any compensation for being a board fellow member, you must attend to all 4 board meetings otherwise you receive LE money from your appointment to the control panel. In improver, I nominate Jacques Louis David Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now have got a contract for not 5 years but 10 days, along with his married woman our Director of Financial matter,"Mom nominates.

"All those in favor, say AYE, good, motion passed,"Mom says to the board.

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

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

"Oh, but we can. Mrs. Jaxson has add control of the balloting shares of the pedigree,"I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. The security measure comes and escorts Elizabeth out of the circuit board way. The five of us just wave so long to her, she is fuming and not glad at all. I'm smiling, Jill's grin, Mom's smiling, and of course John and Dakota are smiling.

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

As we head into the hallway, I see our friend from Jim Cramer's show on the telephone set talking a mil a second. We thank everyone and headspring to the limousine. Our luggage is already in the limousine 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 mum."Jacques Louis David, I want to betray my home in the Hamptons. I understand from my realtor friend that that Jobs kid wants my theatre and is offering 11 million for it, which I think I'll take,"Mom tells me. I just impart her a hug.

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

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

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

The limo stops in forepart of Mom's jet. We all get out and express our own luggage on to the jet. The copilot takes the luggage and stows it away. We all take a seat. The plane heads down the runway and into the air to manoeuver 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 appearance, congrats on your sales agreement of the horse rail. 2 billion for all the course is an awe-inspiring number. blab to you soon, Roger.

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner tonight to celebrate. I ask privy how our gillyflower 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 hr of NYSE clock time usable,"John the Divine tells me. I was gladiola to see John staying abreast of our stock.

"Anyone up for a dinner party out tonight ?"I ask. Dakota moves over following to me and suggests Longhorn Steakhouse. I love the idea and have John and Dakota tell everyone that I want to take up everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG boys, and Fred. I get a duo of text substance saying that Longhorn sounds Delicious. I ask that everyone is contacted.

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

I ask everyone in the airplane,"Should we ask in Elizabeth ?"I say laughing out meretricious. John also laughs and asks me,"Why did you proceed calling her Elizabeth I ?"

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

I just shake my head no, no need to thump the bear any retentive, we won and we don't need to be bad sports with our win.

I ask Jill if we should lay off and purchase some guns since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a good idea. She began texting Fred to let him bang that we are all going to Longhorn, but that we wanted to stop and take in reward of our carry permits and purchase a couple of shooter. He texted back that he will suffer a stretch limousine at the drome shortly when we arrive.

Mom looks exhausted. I have her sit down next to me. I begin to rub her feet. She tilts her fountainhead back and just let me ready her look better by rubbing her feet. I hear some balmy moaning as I reach the arches.

It 's not recollective before I hear the landing geartrain lock into stead, and we begin our descent into LAX. As we touch down on the rail, 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 full stop, I see out the window that Fred is waiting with the trunk open and the back door open. The co-pilot begins bringing down the baggage to the foot of the stairs. Fred picks them up and puts them into the bole. The three lady seem all wiped out. I pull Fred aside and ask if we could blockade 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, lavatory, and Jill their carry permits. Dakota really seems excited. I text Jennifer and Paula that I had their carry permits. I also texted Marcus that I had his dribble permit. He texted back that he was excited that they came so soon. I asked Fred to give us the address for the gun store he was taking up to. I texted it to Jennifer, Paula, and Marcus. All of whom said they would meet us there. I guessed that Jennifer was still driving everyone in her new Impala.

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

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

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

I selected the Saame model that I took the gun class with, a Captain John Smith & Wesson 9mm. whoremonger also selected a similar model for himself. Dakota, with the smaller paw, chose a little 9 mm that only held 12 in the magazine publisher. The guns that John and I selected held 17 in the magazine.

Marcus chose a Glock 9 mm. Jennifer and Paula also selected a Glock each. Only Mom chose not to have a piece, but then again there was no carry permit for her in the envelope.

I asked if we could have three corner of ammo and a holster for each gun. He gladly offered us shoulder holsters, shank holsters, and even ankle joint 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 pocketbook. Dakota, Jennifer, and Paula all followed suit. The gun shop man also threw in gun trigger locks to keep 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 deliver a gun condom, but when will the locksmith guy get to installing that ?

I paid for all the weapons on my incorporated cite plug-in. The heavyset man who sold us all our gun 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, John, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our powder store.

I assumed that the Lady in the Green River Impala were doing the Saami thing. Fred took us to Longhorn where Bobby, Sammy, and Diane along with Donna were waiting for us to go far. For whatever reason, the CG male child did not fall in us for dinner. BJ and Danni did make it a few moment later in Danni's car.

Dakota leaned over to me and said,"Down dad, you'll get your guessing soon enough,"she said smiling at me.

John announced that the market had closed about an 60 minutes ago, share of Jaxson Inc. stock ended up going up a record $ 37.50 per share, the neat one day gain in Jaxson Inc chronicle. I did the math quick for Dakota, 10,000 share up by $ 37.50 per share be Dakota's breed increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the restaurant. I noticed three Hispanic youths just kind of hanging around outside the master threshold.

Saint John, Marcus and I walked correctly by them into the restaurant. Fred parked the limo and joined us inside.

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

"Did anyone remember to call for Amy ?"I asked.

Silence.

I just stir my head. whoremonger was already texting Amy telling her to get her precious 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 ride her BMW. A few moment later, Amy walked into the eating place. She laughed when she saw John doing his best ‘ Polly gets the iron heel ’. Mom was laughing so toilsome, I thought she was going to huff her boozing out through her olfactory organ from John's antics.

I ordered another rhythm of appetiser and of course, I kept the cheesy peewee when two of them came to the table. I wasn't about to let one of then go to John and get eaten like a termite eats wood.

Amy came over to me and kissed me."Thank you, dada, I thought that I had done something untimely 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 company. As the briny course arrived, our boy John once again showed house of matureness again taking care that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to splurge and lodge a fully loaded baked potato. John didn't think there was enough butter or acidulate 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 of it to her belly. I hadn't announced it yet, so I decided that now was as good a time as any.

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

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

Everyone starts hugging Jill. Dakota hugs me as well. Bobby and Sammy begin chatting about some different cooking to gentle 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 induce small fry, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the mightily time to possess children. She was looking forward to being ‘ granny ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no longer on the display panel of managing director, Mom now controlled the absolute majority of the stock and liked where Jill and I were taking the company.

Kim and Kay sat at the opposite end of the table chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the table. I took a chair from a board behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"Ladies, are you having a good meter ? It seemed the other night that you and the pornography twins were having a good give-and-take, anything I should sleep with about ?"I asked.

"No, null now. We chatted with your Lady Allison, she's really courteous. She tried her best to dissuade us from making another porn. We're considering what she said to us but knowing that you okay of Allison goes a prospicient way with us,"Kay tells me.

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

"Oh, of course, he says that since we are adults, we get to name our own decision on what to do with our torso. However, Allison keeps telling us that a porn life history can involve a turn for the worse if one isn't careful,"Kim says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

We all gathered our affair and headed towards the front doorway.

CHAPTER 5

At first, four of our noblewoman walked away. John Lackland, Fred, Marcus, and I followed moments later.

When we stepped outside, the three Hispanic American early days that we saw when we entered were now holding ordnance on us. toilet and Fred both reached for their own guns. They three young person 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 motivation to pull your gunslinger out at a family restaurant like this one,"I say.

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

lav is ready to take them on, but I ask him to back down a little.

"Guys, do you all go to a cassino to play poker ?"I ask.

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood common. They have our darling secret plan, Texas custody'em"their leader says.

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

"Huh ? What are you talking about ? break us your money or we will shoot you,"the loss leader says.

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

The leader is really obnubilate 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, much like right now. You're betting your entire future for what a few measly dollars ? Not a smart manoeuvre gentleman,"I look decent into the eye of the leader.

"springiness us your money, E. B. White boy,"the secondment one says to me.

"So, you're holding a pair of Jacks plus one on the river giving you three gob, much like you three betting your life for a couple of dollar bill,"I say.

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

"Give us your money, this is your go warning,"the third one says.

"I turn over my pair of cards to record you that I have a couple of Queens and putting them with the twain on the mesa reach me four Queens, and everyone knows that four Queens ALWAYS beats three Jacks,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the sliding board on her gun back to indicate a gun is behind our three young person. The drawing card turns around to see Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and Sharon all holding cocked shooter at the three youths. The leader says something in Spanish people to the other guy cable. 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 youths. I was so majestic of the madam. They used their firearms wisely and were not afraid one bit. It turns out that Kim and Kay had gotten to the door behind us and saw the three guys with the artillery. They went to the hostess stand and dialed 911 giving the emergency hustler the speech for the holdup.

I hugged each lady. Gospel According to John checked for Diane to get to sure she was safe. I went over to Dakota and Jill and teasingly scolded them."Couldn't waiting to use your guns eh ?"I said smiling. The four girls all kissed me, all though Sharon did constrict my ass during her kiss.

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

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

On the way, Dakota takes tutelage 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 grand unwritten accomplishment. Jill moves over to the seat next to me in the limo. She places a deal on the back of Dakota's head pushing her towards my pelvis. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my cock head is touching her uvula. Lots of saliva was escaping her cute 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 expend the dark and thus won't be bringing the limo back to the cleanup spot area tonight. She texted back that she was already at the Chateau, but she would let the overnight manager know the post with the limo.

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

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

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

As Fred pulls into the courtyard, I announce that we are home. Fred holds the room access open and the trunk popped. Each of us reaches into the trunk and seize our own luggage. However, Fred won't let Mom take in her own baggage, instead, he offers to post it into the business firm for her. I just smile, it's Nice to see Mom happy.

I hear the garage door open up. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our sleeping room and just plunge the clothes into the hamper. I put my bag in the closet and am happy that we are home. I shed my wearing apparel and head in to necessitate a exhibitioner. Again, I'm happy that this shower has instant hot pee. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to exit the shower bath, Amy stepped in.

She came over to me and began to stroke my rooster."dad, 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 minuscule bridge player stroking my hard cock. I lift her up by her waist, she wraps her wooden leg around me. I step forward pushing her back against the wall of the cascade. I turn down her drink down slowly. Her angelical silken pussycat slides down onto my shaft. We begin to throw in unison. It doesn't make very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD DADDY, YOU spirit SO FUCKING WONDERFUL INSIDE OF MY LITTLE PUSSY,"she says as the firstly orgasm rolls through her body.

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

As that wonderful familiar pang made its appearance in my consistency, Amy came one more time,"OH GAWD papa, I LOVE YOU SO often !"She says to me as I begin to shoot into her sweet mean little pussy.

"OH, FUCK ME AMY, YOU feeling SO GAWD darn WONDERFUL,"I say to her. I shoot all I have into her. We look into each other's eyes and bosom 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 chamber. I put on a pair of shorts and a white tee shirt and nous out to the hallway. Amy takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen. I see Sammy and Bobby working diligently.

Bobby is making a peach called ‘ cracker and Mashed ’. I had to ask what it was. He explained that it is a sausage with a thick mashed white potato vine and a black brownish gravy. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delicious freshly tuna appetizers on some Ritz crackers ready for us to eat.

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

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