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 less than 48 hours all the ladies had at least two man of luggage.

Fred was ready for all of us with a stretching limo. He stood there stoically holding the rear door open for us and having the automobile trunk open and waiting.

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

Once we were all in the limo, the ride to the airport was rather quickly as there was little to no traffic on the road. Everyone looked wear upon as we had played rather grueling the past couple of daylight. Mom, John, and Jill all sat next to each other and of class, my darling Dakota sat next to me. I did placard that she was beginning to depend a bit plumper. The pregnancy was obviously beginning to exhibit. Dakota put her head on my articulatio humeri 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 dyad of delightful pizza places in Little Italy. Of course, privy was excited that he would be getting ‘ real'pizza. I just smiled listening to him prate 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 condition was delicious, spring-like. The jet was parked, and we all got off. The co-pilot removed all our luggage and the limo number one wood put it in the trunk of the limo.

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

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

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

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

I asked the producer when the taping would air, she said that it would air Wednesday eve, which I was happy about.

Jim Cramer was his common self, he was all over the studio asking questions, waiting for resolution, and then hitting me with follow up questions. All in all, we had a prissy session, right at the very end, I announced the cavalry tracks being sold. I gave him a figure of 2 one million million dollars. He smiled and told me that the deal of selling the horse racecourse was a mark of genius. I thanked him for the compliment. After the taping, I asked him if he had any sentence to pay heed our add-in of director's coming together at 9 am, he told me that he's working Squawk Box at that hr and he thanked me for the invite. We shook hands and I left, however, before I left, I gave his producer a stay for his Jacob's ladder. I didn't make any type of big deal out of it, I just left it for him. She thanked me.

I took the limousine back to the Plaza. Mom had already made us dinner reservations at an Italian restaurant in Little Italy. Saint John the Apostle was salivating at the view of getting a true New House of York pizza. In fact, I thought that maybe we might let to get a spare one for him to land back to the place and eat later.

As we get to the eating house, it smells luscious. We all go inside. I see baskets of garlic wampum on the tables. I see a duo of extra-large cheese pizzas on table and they look and smell delicious. We rules of order three extra large pizzas and two handbasket of garlic bread. I order a bottleful of Chianti for the ladies and John to have with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. privy sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a swell fourth dimension. When the pizza comes, John practically takes three gash and shoves them all in his oral cavity. We all just laughter at the absurdity of John. I ask the waitress if we could also order another extra-large high mallow to strike with us back to the hotel. I see Saint John's optic light up hearing the to go order.

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

As we head back inside the Plaza, we send John Lackland and Dakota up to their room. Mom wants to have a drinkable in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and take a buttocks. 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 cushiony leather. The waitress is a delightful young Lady that takes our social 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 bottle of piddle. I didn't want to get to the point of not enjoying the show that Polly is intending on putting on for us.

I suggest to Mom that John, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the add-in meeting without Mom at first. About an hour into the coming together, Mom would show up. When Polly decides that she wants to holler for a right to vote, that would be when Mom stands up and heads to the podium that I'm sure they will have set up.

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

Mom thought it was a delightful thought, but she decided that she would arrive with us, but sit in the spinal column. She wanted to watch the whole show from the starting time moment that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions.

Mom warned that Polly will deliver a long listing of my decisions, 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, John's Mom as the theater director of tangible 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 things at the mortarboard. Or spending $ 165 million to purchase 5 multistory office construction across the US and one in Toronto.

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

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

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 potential still shout it ‘ the Commune'and make an issue about your tenants.

I hugged Mom, she knew the shady tactic of the board all too well. She spent a twain of 60 minutes regaling Jill and I with stories about how a good deal they made Bob's liveliness miserable. I will, of course, make a point to ‘ thank them'for all showing up to Bob's funeral…. oh delay, not a single one of them could be concerned that the beginner of the fellowship passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to spend just one day showing their respects for the man that worked his ass off to piss this company something special.

As we sat there discussing the secret plan plan, I noticed a brace of hoi polloi 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. s, 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 enjoy a dyad workweek of R n R, but this confluence changed their plans. I was wary of them. Were they plant life 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 join us.

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

That brought Mom to another issue, caller cards. Mom was for certain she would ingest a inclination of whom has been issued a incorporated carte and probably a list of all the outgo spent on each card.

I was very happy with all this thought Mom had put into the board merging. I noticed that John sat close up by listening and watching. I looked around and saw that we were the only 1 left in the bar, everyone else had left. I was still a bit uneasy about the Davidson couple, but it was too latterly to occupy about it now.

To John Lackland's surprise, the Uber lady showed up with not one, but two cheese pizza. I pulled out my card to pay for them, but John had already taken fear of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'delivery. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at John, but he was nice enough to 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 drinks as it was"last outcry ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another glass of wine, me, I stuck to my bottled pee 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 have it off that one of the producers from Jim Cramer's shows Mad Money and Squawk Box would be in the crowd watching and taping quietly. She would upload the whole meeting to her boss back at the studio each time we break for whatever cause. Mom loved the idea that we could if needed put petty fille Polly and her useless daughter on display on home TV, but I wasn't done. I told Mom that they would be running the taped segment I had with Jim Cramer later that day and announcing on 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 percentage at 9:01 am New York sentence, the moment the bloodline market clear and to buy another 10,000 shares for Jill and me and put it on her chronicle. A stuporous stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the gymnastic horse track sales agreement announced on Jim Cramer's show would proceed the line of descent by as much as $ 5 a share, I told her that might just be a bit low, but none the less it would set the plank back on its heels.

As we finished our pizza, and Mom and Jill finished their swallow, we all got up. We hugged, we kissed, and we agreed to meet in the Plazas restaurant at 6:30 to let breakfast and prep again for the meeting. Of course of instruction, having John eat breakfast with us here at the shopping center might be us quite a bit. This made all three of us laugh.

Jill and I walked hand in hand to our suite. Mom walked on the other side of me. When we got into the elevator, Mom squeezed my fanny, 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 rooms, which I was for sure that our booster Polly will ask why we didn't stay at the local Pinetree. I asked Jill to investigate our Pinetree records and check to see if any of the instrument panel member use the Pinetree or do they remain elsewhere. Jill logged into the government activity portal and found the information I wanted. I just smiled, leaned over and kissed my gorgeous married woman.

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

CHAPTER 2

When we got up, Jill called the other two suites making sure that John and Dakota were up and getting ready and checking on Mom. Of course, because of the grandness of the day, everyone was up and in various res publica of getting ready.

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

I put on my best case, but in my head, I thought about wearing a span of boxers and a Cuban style shirt, but I decided not to get fired before I had a prospect to country my case.

When Jill was ready, we headed out to the lift. It was nice staying on the seventeenth floor, one flooring short 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 prat story, John and Dakota were already waiting for us. In my headspring, I was glad to see that John the Divine was not challenging anything that Dakota said, he listened, he made billet, and he stayed silent.

Jill kissed John, I kissed Dakota and we headed into the restaurant. The hostess sat us in a nice tabular array, 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 minute and to parliamentary law without her. That sparked St. John the Apostle, who told us that he slept like a baby with all that pizza in his belly. All three of us just laughed.

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

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

I look around the table, everyone is wearing their best kit. John has his Shirley Temple pinstriped suit on with a maroon shirt and a black and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a black garb and black Patten leather shoes with only about a 2"heel.

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

I wore my inkiness suit as well, however, I wore a oceanic abyss blue devil wearing apparel shirt and a black and White swirled tie.

Mom decided to throw off up a eye fingerbreadth to the control panel and wore a shining red dress with a black belt and ignominious shiny shoes with only about a 1"dog. She also wore a beautiful rhombus and ruby neckless that hung in the low-cut V-neck of the dress. While Mom was a lulu, today she was beautiful. Joh and Dakota both remarked about how gorgeous she looked.

Although I didn't know any of the multitude who came to our table, Mom seemed to know all of them. After each one left, she had a comment about them. Mom asked John the Evangelist if he would see her inside the board meeting room which he smiled and agreed to do so.

As the litany of people slowed down, Mom decided that we needed to go over whom on the board was a friend, who was an foe, 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 Negro were not friends.

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

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

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

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

Mom also pointed out that Polly will try to divide and conquer, meaning that Jill and I will be questioned separately. I suggested that Jill not deal a seat anywhere except the right way next to me, this would be a sign of unity. Mom agreed.

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

As we finished our breakfast, respective people wished up ‘ just luck'at the control board coming together. bathroom seemed storm, Dakota seemed to just dislike these people.

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

John 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 agencies all set up waiting for us. We all smiled and walked right past them. We were greeted by the direct security system man who greeted Mom with good manners and professionalism. Mom gave him a quick hug and off we went to the thirteenth floor where the conference room was located.

I expected that the control panel would not be watching our entryway and thus may or may not recognize that Mom was with us. We knew immediately which way held the meeting, the one that had several newsman and a couple of cameramen waiting for us.

Mom, Jill, Dakota, and John all walked rightfield by the printing press. I stopped for a couple of moments to do a couple of questions.

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

"well, come inside and regain out for yourselves,"I replied.

The next one was from MSNBC,"Mr. Greene, do you gestate to be employed by lunchtime, one board extremity claims you will be ‘ out on your ass by lunchtime ’.

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

"Last question,"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 chuckle. I thank everyone for their meter and offer for them to come into the meeting, they all decline.

Once inside the get together elbow room, I see one of the producers from Jim Cramer's show as well as a couple of cameras set up in the hinder corner of the room. I nod to her and keep walking towards Jill. John and Dakota have taken up seats behind Jill and me. Although I walked right past her, John whispered in my ear that Mom was all the way in the game row of the elbow room and in the center of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The table members file in and take their seats in front man of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to bring the meeting to edict, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the head of the plank. Polly had to apologize to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"Members of the board, this special meeting was called by control panel extremity Polly Nestor to discuss the performance of the company's CEO Jacques Louis David Greene. Mr. Greene, would you like to make an opening remark to the circuit card ?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, but I do have that right. You see, under the embodied natural law of New York, every display panel fellow 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. Greene, why don't you call her by her name, Polly ?"Mr. Michaelson asks.

"Because it's not her name. Her name is Elizabeth and THAT is what I'm choosing to cry 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 nix further to say to the board at this clip,"I tell him.

"former than Polly, is any gameboard extremity wishing to make a statement at this clip ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

Mr. Fishman, a non-friend chooses to progress to a command,"Thank you Mr. chair. I believe that this man has perpetrated a fraud against this ship's company and should be removed. He has spent money like it was pee. He has no regard for any of the members of the gameboard and he shows his hauteur by showing up without an lawyer,"He says. Jill leans into me and susurration,"Not a very practiced opening financial statement, guess that's why Mom called him ‘ Pisces the Fishes head'she says smiling.

"Um, miss Greene, would you like to pull in an opening statement as well ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

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

I whisper in her ear to retrieve that Mr. Davidson is a friend but in a precarious emplacement being Chairman of the board. She just smiles.

I add,"Mr. Davidson since this is Elizabeth I's show, why don't we let her go start. I'm sure 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 II, my name is Mr. Greene to you, we're not friend and only my supporter shout out me Jacques Louis David,"I say to her poking the bear once again. I see Mr. Davidson smile and chuckle to himself.

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

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A preposterous board member, who believes that her unqualified daughter should suffer my location, even though she has no business insightfulness, no history of successful oeuvre, and no ability to run a multi-national pot. Scheol, 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 hand some report to the shop assistant 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 DoS in the rural area showing that Alicia Nestor does not have a license to pattern law in any of the 50 states. Oh, she graduated from law school, but she does not take in a permit at this moment. Care to argue with me Elizabeth I ?"I say once again poking the bear.

"No, Polly, this is a sound document that says your daughter has no flow license to practice law,"He tells Polly and the plank as he hands the stack 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 lack the ridiculous appearance that you're trying to put on here,"I say once again poking the bear.

I hear some grumbling and rustle in the audience.

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

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

"No, I don't admit anything of the such. Care to show everyone validation 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. aid to abnegate that ?"Polly says.

"Other than you Elizabeth, how many gameboard members are devotee of baseball, either the Yankee ( which gets some sunshine from the gang ) or the Mets ( not quite as much cheering ) ?"I ask the circuit card in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

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

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the initiative to answer,"Because they want to win. To be the honorable, and thus they pay for the beneficial,"he tells the board.

"Exactly,"I say agreeing with him.

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

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

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

"Both of the New York baseball game teams pay top one dollar bill to key disembarrass broker to put together a winning squad,"I tell the board.

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

"Elizabeth, do you even understand what I'm saying ? I pay top clam to citizenry that I've hired to get the best people out there. hoi polloi that I can matter on to work hard at improving our fellowship, isn't that what we want Elizabeth ?"Clearly, she is understood because she is beginning to appear like a fool.

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

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

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

"Of course,"she replies.

"Then you just validated why I pay top dollar sign 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, crystalise us how it's dissimilar,"I say to her.

She sits silent.

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

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

"How about all these cars you bought on 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 conductor of Financial personal business is to be driving what ? A mid-80's Chevy ? Not really the proper car for a woman of her stature. Or maybe you believe that Jennifer, our director of Real Estate should also be driving around in an old hooptie-mobile ?"I ask.

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

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

"Who authorized the leverage of her 2019 Chevy Impala ?"Elizabeth asked.

"Me, David 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 self-confidence to do such a affair,"Elizabeth asks.

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

Polly asks the control panel to cast a vote on my continued employment.

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

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

"As the turgid single stock-holder, I wasn't cognisant that I had to notify anyone of my natural process,"She tells the add-in with maliciousness in her interpreter and a grin on her face.

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

CHAPTER 3

Mom decides to study on Elizabeth II's ridiculous ground for calling this meeting.

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

Polly doesn't say a word.

privy leans over to me and writes on my tablet that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball point of reference. I smile an nod my head. I was happy that John saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata Black had taken a defensive attitude strength with her implements of war crossed on her chest. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ cunt'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a bathroom break 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 take after us exterior. Surprising to me, when we got into the hall, there were no newsman at all. The producer met us out in the hallway.

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

"Time to make 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 adhesive plaster was in the lady 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 hall and summoned everyone back into the way.

Once we were all seated, Polly tried to bully herself into opening the group meeting. Again Mr. Davidson had to criticise 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 fellowship update ?"I ask.

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

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

"extremity of the board, I want to admit a few moments of your metre and update you on the Department of State of the company, all of the company,"I say to the board.

"A few months ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a society called Happy, Happee Limo. This leverage leads to former acquirement. Happy, Happee limousine was created by a woman named Sasha. However, Sasha was a fishy character. She bought early company and hid them under the permission of Happy, Happee Limo. She had respective horse rail, a recording studio, a apothecary's shop group, and a trucking company. All of these society were acquired for no extra price to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip Productions, a erotica studio,"I tell them.

This, of course, outrages Elizabeth.

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

"No, not at all. Within a workweek of finding out that we had acquired a smut studio, I telephone Bob who instructed me to find a new owner, which I did. I found a college student named Allison. She was working hard, very toilsome to make Tulip production employment. Per Bob's request, I sold Tulip Productions 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 payment, just this past Sunday. She gave me a money club in an envelope for me to wedge, which my other help, Amy has done for us,"I tell the board members.

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

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

"Now, it is easy to second shot the deal, but followed Bob Jaxson's direction and sold off Tulip production and now have an income into Jaxson Inc. From there, I moved on to the truckage company. We merged it with our own trucking and logistics company. One of the things that occurred right away was the price of truck tyre went up dramatically and the caliber of the tire dropped dramatically. I contact several tire manufacturing companies. One party was bequeath to work with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tires and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking fix. We increased the cut-rate sale monetary value of the tyre only a little bit. Within 9 days we had sold out of the 1000 tires, so I ordered more tires, twice the amount and had them shipped to the same 15 location, again we sold out, this time in 8 days. There was no mistaking this, we had a waiting list from each of our 15 locations. Again, we ordered another double the number of tires bringing us to a totality of 4,000 tires. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tyre in 11 days. Now, on the side, we were keeping all the used truck tires that needed to be sent for retreading to BF GOODRICH'S retread location just outside of Dallas, Texas. We ship them to the positioning, they retread them, and they pay to ship them to the 15 locations, which in turn we sell at a deeply discounted price for trailer, cheaper price than any other tyre distributor in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the psyche nodding, even Elizabeth.

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

"After the recording studio, we look at the pharmacy company. We hired a chair, who unfortunately passed away a couple of weeks ago. We are currently interviewing replenishment candidates,"I tell them.

"Now, onto the sawhorse tracks. There are lots of governmental regulations, each one different by state. I took a good hard spirit, along with my wife at the horse tracks. We made the conclusion to trade them. We were contacted by an investment funds radical led by one of the big stockholder 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 wondrous horse rails ? I'm sure you didn't get plenty,"Elizabeth says to me.

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

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

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

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

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

I lean back to St. John the Apostle and ask him to write out the cut-rate sale amount. He picks up a thick blackened sharpie and writes the amount $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the house up for the board extremity to learn. No one speaks, nor do they make a speech sound. St. John the Apostle turns around the preindication so the the great unwashed in the audience can see the price. I hear John's best-loved word come from the audience,"Fuck, ”. This causes John to express joy out loud. I just chuckle, Dakota laughs out tatty as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

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

"Yes, of course, oh, and did I mention that there was no monetary value in acquiring the horse racecourse, so the money is pure net income. Isn't that what you pay me to do, relieve oneself this company an insane sum of money ?"I ask of them.

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

"The Pinetree is undergoing monolithic rewrite to upgrade the unanimous brand. We are going to position the brand in the Marriott Courtyard level. We're going to have a national contest to rename the trade name to something that we all like. As for the eating house group, we have a unit in Tampa, Florida that has a manager who has added something to make the restaurant become more interesting. He has added to the menu by including the Cuban food that is pop in Tampa. I'm adding this to our stain across the country, adding cultural fare options for the restaurant patrons to enjoy,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to address the board,"I would care to offer a suggestion to the control board. We need to remove the capital on Jill's and St. David's bonus social organization. Let me call for a vote, all those in party favour say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the bombastic stockholder and along with our stock, she now has More than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this morning."Motion point of view and is passed,"Mom tells the board. Elizabeth is now brainsick 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 dining table penis not be allowed to check a posture longer than 20 years. Also, that to receive any compensation for being a add-in member, you must attend all 4 board meetings otherwise you receive less money from your assignment to the board. In addition, I nominate David Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now have a contract bridge for not 5 days but 10 years, along with his wife our Director of Financial Affairs,"Mom nominates.

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

"Um, Elizabeth I, 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 total control condition of the balloting shares of the stock,"I lean in and kiss her on the impudence. The security comes and escort Elizabeth I out of the circuit board room. The five of us just wave goodbye to her, she is fuming and not well-chosen at all. I'm smiling, Jill's smiling, Mom's smiling, and of course John and Dakota are smiling.

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

As we head into the hallway, I see our friend from Jim Cramer's display on the sound talking a mile a minute. We thank everyone and brain to the limousine. Our luggage is already in the limo as the shopping centre held it for us and then loaded it into the limo for us.

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

Mom remained silent."Saint David, I want to sell my dwelling in the Lionel Hampton. 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 take,"Mom tells me. I just gift her a hug.

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

"No, not really. I think I'll probably keep about a elbow room good of stuff and deal the rest. Too many bad memories,"Mom tells me.

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

The limo diaphragm in front of Mom's jet. We all get out and convey our own luggage on to the jet. The co-pilot takes the baggage and stows it away. We all take a seat. The plane heads down the runway and into the air to channelize back home.

CHAPTER 4

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

I received a textual matter from Roger.

Firearm permits were approved. I overnighted them to your home. I saw the Jim Cramer show, congrats on your sale of the horse tracks. 2 billion for all the tracks is an dumbfound number. Talk to you soon, Roger.

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner tonight to celebrate. I ask John how our bloodline 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 span of minute of NYSE fourth dimension useable,"King 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 next to me and suggests Texas longhorn steakhouse. I love the idea and have lav and Dakota tell everyone that I want to take everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG male child, and Fred. I get a duo of text message saying that Texas longhorn sounds pleasant-tasting. I ask that everyone is contacted.

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

I ask everyone in the woodworking plane,"Should we invite Elizabeth ?"I say laughing out brassy. John also laughs and asks me,"Why did you keep calling her Elizabeth I ?"

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

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

I ask Jill if we should lay off and purchase some shooter since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a good melodic theme. She began texting Fred to let him be intimate that we are all going to longhorn, but that we wanted to stop and bring advantage of our carry license and purchase a twosome of guns. He texted back that he will have a reach limo at the airdrome shortly when we arrive.

Mom looks exhausted. I have her sit down succeeding to me. I begin to rub her understructure. She tilts her principal back and just let me establish her flavour better by rubbing her feet. I hear some mild moaning as I reach the arches.

It 's not long before I hear the landing train lock into post, and we begin our blood line into LAX. As we touch down on the runway, Dakota is squeezing my mitt. She still doesn't like this part of the trip.

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

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

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

Before we got out of the limousine, Jennifer's new greenish Aepyceros melampus entered the parking lot. It was decent 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 plate in the 375 to 400-pound range. We all showed him our carry permits. He told us to look around and he would answer any questions we might accept.

I selected the same modeling that I took the gun class with, a Smith & Wesson 9mm. John also selected a similar modelling for himself. Dakota, with the belittled hands, chose a humble 9 mm that only held 12 in the magazine. The gas that John and I selected held 17 in the magazine.

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

I asked if we could have three boxes of ammo and a holster for each gun. He gladly offered us shoulder holsters, waistline holsters, and even articulatio talocruralis holsters. We all chose a waist holster, but John also selected a articulatio humeri 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 initiation locks to keep on anyone from using our accelerator pedal when we weren't using them, for example in the Chateau when we are entertaining. I knew we were going to have a gun secure, but when will the locksmith guy get to installing that ?

I paid for all the weapons on my corporate recognition card. The heavyset man who sold us all our heavy weapon smiled when he saw the aggregate. We all walked out of the gun workshop with our leverage and with the holsters and with some ammunition. In the limo, John, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our magazine.

I assumed that the madam in the green 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 reason, the CG boys did not join us for dinner. BJ and Danni did arrive a few minutes later in Danni's car.

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

whoremonger announced that the grocery had closed about an hour ago, shares of Jaxson Inc. ancestry ended up going up a phonograph recording $ 37.50 per share, the superlative one day amplification in Jaxson Inc account. I did the math quick for Dakota, 10,000 part up by $ 37.50 per share equal Dakota's line of descent increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the restaurant. I noticed three Spanish American juvenility just kind of hanging around outside the main threshold.

Gospel According to John, Marcus and I walked right by them into the restaurant. Fred parked the limo and joined us inside.

The stewardess 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 shake off my head. lavatory was already texting Amy telling her to get her precious ass over to Longhorn's chophouse 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 trick doing his Charles Herbert Best ‘ Polly gets the rush ’. Mom was laughing so intemperate, I thought she was going to snort her potable out through her nose from John's antics.

I ordered another round of appetiser and of course, I kept the cheesy runt when two of them came to the board. 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, Daddy, I thought that I had done something wrong to not be invited to dinner,"Amy tells me. I just hug her and kiss her.

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

Amy plunks herself down between Dakota and Jill with everyone just enjoying each other's company. As the master course arrived, our boy John the Divine once again showed house of maturity again taking care that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to splurge and order a fully loaded baked potato. John didn't think there was enough butter or sour ointment and asked for more for Diane. The host brought more quickly. Diane just smiled and rubbed his thigh.

Again, it seemed obvious to me that Dakota was really showing some sizing to her belly. I hadn't announced it yet, so I decided that now was as good a sentence as any.

"Hey, everyone may I possess your tending please,"I ask of the board. I leaned in and kissed Jill, she knew what I was about to tell apart everyone.

"Jill and I would like 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 clip to experience fry, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the right metre to have child. She was looking forward to being ‘ Grandma ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no longer on the board of managing director, Mom now controlled the majority of the stock certificate 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 president from a mesa behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"Ladies, are you having a good time ? It seemed the other night that you and the porn twins were having a beneficial discussion, anything I should know about ?"I asked.

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

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

"Oh, of row, he says that since we are grownup, we get to make our own decisiveness on what to do with our bodies. However, Allison keeps telling us that a smut career can necessitate a turn for the unsound 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 porno manufacture, which is why they are getting economic rent so cheaply for my pond house. I want them to be successful at leaving the manufacture, if that's what they really want to do,"I say to them.

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

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

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

I guess my face showed my disappointment as they changed the conversation to a unlike topic. I kissed each lady and headed back to my seat.

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

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

CHAPTER 5

At first off, four of our gentlewoman walked outside. can, Fred, Marcus, and I followed moments later.

When we stepped outside, the three Hispanic spring chicken that we saw when we entered were now holding gunslinger on us. John and Fred both reached for their own gun. They three youths warned them not to ‘ try it ’.

I stepped forward looking at whom I thought to be the drawing card of the three.

"Hey guys, there's no demand to rip your guns out at a syndicate restaurant like this one,"I say.

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

whoremaster is quick to accept them on, but I ask him to indorse down a little.

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

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood Park. They have our front-runner game, Texas hold'em"their loss leader says.

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

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

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

The leader is really confused 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, a lot like right now. You're betting your entire futurity for what a few measly buck ? Not a voguish play gentleman,"I look correctly into the eye of the leader.

"Give us your money, gabardine boy,"the second one says to me.

"So, you're holding a pair of Jack plus one on the river giving you three jacks, much like you three betting your life for a mates of bucks,"I say.

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

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

"I turn over my couplet of cards to show you that I have a pair of Queens and putting them with the pair on the table give me four poof, and everyone knows that four Queens ALWAYS beats three mariner,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the sloping trough on her gun back to point a gun is behind our three youth. The leader turns around to see Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and Sharon all holding cocked ordnance at the three spring chicken. The leader says something in Spanish to the other bozo. They all lay their guns on the ground and put their hands in the air.

Only about 30 seconds later, police force showed up and arrested our Hispanic American juvenility. I was so proud of the peeress. 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 guns. They went to the hostess bandstand and dialed 911 giving the emergency brake hustler the address for the holdup.

I hugged each dame. toilet checked for Diane to make for sure she was dependable. I went over to Dakota and Jill and teasingly scolded them."Couldn't postponement to use your accelerator pedal eh ?"I said smiling. The four girls all kissed me, all though Sharon did bosom my ass during her kiss.

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

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

On the way, Dakota takes charge and unzips me, fishes out my cock and puts it in her mouth. She's licking the underside, getting my stopcock all wet and hard from her wonderful oral accomplishment. Jill moves over to the seat next to me in the limo. She places a hand on the back of Dakota's head pushing her towards my pelvis. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my cock straits is touching her uvula. Lots of spit was escaping her cunning 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 spend the night and thus won't be bringing the limo back to the cleanup area tonight. She texted back that she was already at the Chateau, but she would let the overnight handler know the situation with the limo.

As I was getting close to cumming, I let Dakota roll in the hay. She, as usual, just kept on trouncing and sucking my manhood.

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

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

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

I hear the service department doorway open. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our chamber and just dump the clothes into the hamper. I put my suitcase in the closet and am happy that we are home. I shed my clothes and head word in to assume a exhibitioner. Again, I'm well-chosen that this exhibitioner has instant hot water supply. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to exit the shower, Amy stepped in.

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

I hug her and osculate her. I feel her warm small handwriting stroking my severe 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 shower bath. I lower her down slowly. Her sweetened silky pussy slides down onto my cock. We begin to thrust in unison. It doesn't withdraw very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD dada, YOU smell SO FUCKING WONDERFUL interior OF MY LITTLE puss,"she says as the first orgasm rolls through her body.

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

As that wonderful fellow pang made its coming into court in my body, Amy came one more time,"OH GAWD pappa, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !"She says to me as I begin to scoot into her sweet tight little pussy.

"OH, FUCK ME AMY, YOU flavour SO GAWD DAMN 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 naked into my bedroom. I put on a pair of drawers and a snowy tee shirt and nous out to the hallway. Amy takes my handwriting and leads me to the kitchen. I see Sammy and Bobby working diligently.

Bobby is making a dish called ‘ firecracker 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 sorry John Brown bonanza. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delightful fresh tuna appetizers on some Ritz cracker bonbon ready for us to eat.

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

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