The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The panel of managing director

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill, Dakota, King 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 gentlewoman had at least two piece of baggage.

Fred was ready for all of us with a stretch limo. He stood there stoically holding the seat door open for us and having the luggage compartment open and waiting.

Sammy and Bobby were also up and made each of us an egg sandwich. They had burnt umber ready for Dakota, Mom, and Jill. St. John the Apostle poured me and himself a methamphetamine hydrochloride of pineapple plant juice.

Once we were all in the limo, the drive to the airport was rather quick as there was little to no traffic on the route. Everyone looked weary as we had played rather strong the past mates of days. Mom, John the Evangelist, and Jill all sat next to each other and of form, my darling Dakota sat next to me. I did notice that she was beginning to count a bit plumper. The pregnancy was obviously beginning to record. Dakota put her head on my shoulder and just dozed off.

Jill, Mom, and can were all chatting away. They were excited to be going to NYC. Mom said she knew of a yoke of delightful pizza pie billet in Little Italy. 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 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 driver put it in the proboscis of the limousine.

The driver took us to the shopping center as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three suites. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for St. John the Apostle and Dakota, although they had disjoined beds to catch some Z's on.

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

When we arrived at the Plaza, the bellman retrieved our baggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The staff member gave us all the plastic Florida key to get into our suites. I noticed the time and made my way to the limousine again to head towards the studio where Mad Money was taped.

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

I asked the manufacturer when the taping would air, she said that it would air Wednesday even, which I was felicitous about.

Jim Cramer was his common self, he was all over the studio asking questions, waiting for solution, and then hitting me with come up query. All in all, we had a nice session, right at the very end, I announced the horse rail being sold. I gave him a physique of 2 Billion dollars. He smiled and told me that the deal of selling the gymnastic horse raceway was a mark of genius. I thanked him for the compliment. After the tape recording, I asked him if he had any clock time to pay heed our plank of theatre director's meeting at 9 am, he told me that he's working gripe Box at that hour and he thanked me for the invite. We shook mitt and I left, however, before I left, I gave his producer a verification for his charity. I didn't make any eccentric 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 reserve at an Italian restaurant in Little Italy. bathroom was salivating at the thought process of getting a unfeigned New York pizza. In fact, I thought that maybe we might give birth to get a redundant one for him to bring back to the shopping center and eat later.

As we get to the restaurant, it smells Delicious. We all go inside. I see baskets of Allium sativum bread on the tables. I see a couple of extra-large tall mallow pizzas on tabular array and they look and smell delightful. We parliamentary law three supernumerary large pizzas and two basket of garlic pelf. I orderliness a bottle of Chianti for the noblewoman and toilet to have with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. King John sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a bully time. When the pizza comes, John practically takes three slices and shoves them all in his rima oris. We all just gag at the silliness of toilet. I ask the waitress if we could also order another extra-large cheese to drive with us back to the hotel. I see whoremaster's eyes light up hearing the to go order.

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

As we head back inside the center, we send John and Dakota up to their way. Mom wants to have a drink in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and necessitate a fundament. The bar itself might just be the skillful hotel bar that I have ever been in. The tail are all cushioned leather, they are overstuffed cushioned leather. The waitress is a delightful Lester Willis Young lady that takes our purchase order and Mom's room number.

Jill decides to have a drink of vino, Mom decides on an old fashioned with top ledge strong drink. Me ? I just have a bottle of weewee. I didn't want to get to the point of not enjoying the appearance that Polly is intending on putting on for us.

I suggest to Mom that John, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the control board encounter without Mom at first. About an minute into the get together, Mom would exhibit up. When Polly decides that she wants to call for a vote, that would be when Mom stands up and heads to the podium that I'm sure they will have set up.

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

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

Mom warned that Polly will stimulate a recollective list of my decisions, such as hiring Roger Johnson and paying him a top salary AND buying him a condominium and paying the HOA fees for two years.

Or hiring Jennifer, Saint John's Mom as the music director of Real Estate and paying her a top salary. Or having Paula run Happy, Happee limo even though she doesn't have any managerial experience. Or having Sharon run things at the war hawk. Or spending $ 165 million to purchase 5 multistory bureau buildings across the US and one in Toronto.

In gain, she'll probably convey up Tina, who was under a 5-year contract with Jaxson Inc. but now is in Arizona with her mother, she'll most likely stage out what a bad investment that was.

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

In accession, she will most likely want to boot you our of the Chateau, but she probably doesn't know the new name for the hall and will most likely still call it ‘ the Commune'and seduce an topic about your tenants.

I hugged Mom, she knew the shady manoeuvre of the board all too well. She spent a couple of hours regaling Jill and I with history about how much they made Bob's life misfortunate. I will, of line, make a tip to ‘ thank them'for all showing up to Bob's funeral…. oh delay, not a individual one of them could be concerned that the beginner of the troupe passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to spend just one day showing their esteem for the man that worked his ass off to make this ship's company something special.

As we sat there discussing the game plan, I noticed a couple of multitude paying attention to our conversation. One mates, Mr. and Mrs Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. First the offered condolences on Bob's passing. Second, they informed us that they were in town because of the exceptional confluence that Polly had set up. They were supposed to be heading to the Bahama's to enjoy a couple weeks of R n R, but this get together changed their architectural plan. I was wary of them. Were they plants of Polly's ? Did they actually change their program to number to this group meeting, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't invite them to get together us.

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

That brought Mom to another number, company visiting card. Mom was surely she would have a tilt of whom has been issued a incorporated card and probably a list of all the expenditure spent on each card.

I was very happy with all this thought Mom had put into the board confluence. I noticed that John sat close 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 worry about it now.

To John's surprise, the Uber lady showed up with not one, but two cheese pizzas. I pulled out my card to pay for them, but John had already taken care of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'delivery. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at bathroom, but he was decent enough to depart 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 foster deglutition as it was"last Call ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another glass of wine-colored, me, I stuck to my bottled H2O 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 watching and taping quietly. She would upload the unharmed meeting to her boss back at the studio apartment each metre we break for whatever reasonableness. Mom loved the approximation that we could if needed put piffling Miss Polly and her useless daughter on presentation on national TV, but I wasn't done. I told Mom that they would be running the taped section I had with Jim Cramer later that day and announcing on national TV the sale of the gymnastic horse tracks.

Mom picked up her phone and dialed her stockbroker, which she got at home in San Francisco, she told him to buy 10,000 shares at 9:01 am New York prison term, the moment the store food market open air and to buy another 10,000 shares for Jill and me and put it on her chronicle. A groggy stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the horse racecourse sales agreement announced on Jim Cramer's appearance would move the stock by as a good deal as $ 5 a parcel, I told her that might just be a bit low, but none the LE it would set the control board back on its heels.

As we finished our pizza, and Mom and Jill finished their crapulence, we all got up. We hugged, we kissed, and we agreed to fit in the shopping mall eating house at 6:30 to have breakfast and preparation again for the encounter. Of class, having John eat breakfast with us here at the shopping centre might be us quite a bit. This made all three of us laugh.

Jill and I walked hired man in hand to our suite. Mom walked on the other incline of me. When we got into the elevator, Mom squeezed my hind end, which made me smile.

When we each reached our entourage, Mom kissed both Jill and I and headed into her way. Jill and I went into our suite, which I was for certain that our booster Polly will ask why we didn't stoppage at the local Pinetree. I asked Jill to investigate our Pinetree track record and suss out to see if any of the board members use the Pinetree or do they stay elsewhere. Jill logged into the giving medication portal and found the information I wanted. I just smiled, leaned over and kissed my gorgeous married woman.

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

CHAPTER 2

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

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

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

When Jill was cook, we headed out to the elevators. It was squeamish staying on the seventeenth story, one floor short of the top. At least we were enough ‘ person'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 keister story, toilet and Dakota were already waiting for us. In my principal, I was gladiola to see that John was not challenging anything that Dakota said, he listened, he made bill, and he stayed silent.

Jill kissed St. John, I kissed Dakota and we headed into the eating house. 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 rules of order without her. That sparked John the Divine, who told us that he slept like a sister with all that pizza in his belly. All three of us just laughed.

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

Mom arrived just an expected a half an time of day later. King John stood, pulled out a chair for her and push it into the table. I get more and more proud of him as he continues to mature.

I look around the mesa, everyone is wearing their comfortably outfit. John has his pitch-dark pinstriped lawsuit on with a maroon shirt and a calamitous and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a black dress and shameful geta leather place with only about a 2"heel.

Jill was wearing a Negro dress as well, only she had a beautiful cobalt blue air belted ammunition and matching blue dress heels.

I wore my black suit as well, however, I wore a abstruse blueness dress shirt and a lightlessness and livid swirled tie.

Mom decided to throw up a middle digit to the board and wore a bright red dress with a black belt and black shiny shoes with only about a 1"hound. She also wore a beautiful baseball field and ruby neckless that hung in the decollete V-neck of the frock. While Mom was a dish, 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 roll in the hay all of them. After each one left, she had a scuttlebutt about them. Mom asked John if he would escort her inside the board group 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 circuit card was a Friend, who was an foe, and whom was achromatic. To Mom, the inert ones were the Key to this meeting.

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

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

The headstone, according to Mom were the four inert members : Virginia Pogue, Julie Shades, scrape 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 hear to cause and we could persuade them to conceive more rationally and not allow Polly to hector them into her way of thinking.

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

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

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

As we finished our breakfast, various people wished up ‘ trade good luck'at the board meeting. trick seemed surprise, Dakota seemed to just dislike these people.

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

John and I waited for the peeress 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 mighty past them. We were greeted by the lead security man who greeted Mom with courtesy and professionalism. Mom gave him a spry hug and off we went to the 13th base where the conference room was located.

I expected that the add-in would not be watching our entrance and thus may or may not eff that Mom was with us. We knew immediately which elbow room held the meeting, the one that had several reporter and a couple of cameramen waiting for us.

Mom, Jill, Dakota, and John all walked veracious by the pressing. I stopped for a duet of moments to answer a couple of questions.

"Mr Greene, Mister Greene, what are you intending to say to the card today ?"was the first interrogation, from Fox News.

"Well, do inside and get hold 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 board phallus claims you will be ‘ out on your ass by lunchtime ’.

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

"Last question,"I say.

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

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

Once inside the confluence room, I see one of the producers from Jim Cramer's appearance as well as a duo of television camera set up in the cover corner of the elbow room. I nod to her and keep open walk 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 book binding row of the room and in the middle of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The board members file in and take their seats in front line of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to take the meeting to fiat, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the caput of the board. Polly had to rationalise to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"fellow member of the plank, this extra meeting was called by board member Polly Nestor to discuss the operation of the caller's CEO Jacques Louis David Greene. Mr. Henry Graham Greene, would you like to progress to an opening remark to the plank ?"

"Um, yes I would. thank to Elizabeth, this is a complete waste matter of the board's time. But, let's get on with this spoof,"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 paper 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 wing to that entropy,"Polly says.

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

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

"Because it's not her figure. Her figure is Elizabeth and THAT is what I'm choosing to call her,"I say to him. He chuckles to himself. I remember what Mom had told me, that he was a supporter on the board.

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

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

"other than Polly, is any board penis wishing to pull in a statement at this metre ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

Mr. Fishman, a non-friend chooses to hit a statement,"Thank you Mr. chairwoman. I believe that this man has perpetrated a fraud against this society and should be removed. He has spent money like it was urine. He has no regard for any of the members of the panel and he shows his arrogance by showing up without an attorney,"He says. Jill leans into me and whispers,"Not a very proficient hatchway statement, speculation that's why Mom called him ‘ fish caput'she says smiling.

"Um, Miss Greene, would you like to make 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 circuit board members as to my figure, powerful Elizabeth ?"My wife pokes the bear once again.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A absurd display panel member, who believes that her unentitled daughter should have my placement, even though she has no business acumen, no history of successful work, and no ability to run a multi-national potbelly. nether region, 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 deal some papers to the shop clerk who in number, hands them to Mr. Davidson."Mr. Greene, what is this that you're handing the plank ?"He asks.

"This is a mark out from all 50 states in the land showing that Alicia Nestor does not have a license to practice law in any of the 50 states. Oh, she graduated from law school, but she does not have a license at this moment. care to debate with me Elizabeth II ?"I say once again poking the bear.

"No, Polly, this is a legal document that says your girl has no current permission to practice law,"He tells Polly and the instrument panel as he hands the great deal of newspaper around the panel 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 display that you're trying to put on here,"I say once again poking the bear.

I hear some murmur and rustling in the audience.

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

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

"No, I don't admit anything of the such. charge to show everyone cogent evidence 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. guardianship to traverse that ?"Polly says.

"Other than you Elizabeth, how many board extremity are fans of baseball, either the New Englander ( which gets some cheers from the crowd ) or the Mets ( not quite as often cheering ) ?"I ask the card in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

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

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the number 1 to answer,"Because they want to win. To be the salutary, and thus they pay for the best,"he tells the board.

"Exactly,"I say agreeing with him.

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

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

"Again, Mr. Fishman you are even off,"I say seeing him puff his chest out in pride.

"Both of the New York baseball teams pay top dollar to key free agents 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 II, do you even understand what I'm saying ? I pay top buck to the great unwashed that I've hired to get the best people out there. People that I can count on to work hard at improving our fellowship, isn't that what we want Elizabeth II ?"Clearly, she is silent because she is beginning to search like a fool.

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

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

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

"Of course,"she replies.

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

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

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

She sits silent.

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

"Let's motility 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 Director of Financial liaison is to be driving what ? A mid-80's Chevy ? Not really the proper car for a cleaning lady of her height. Or maybe you believe that Jennifer, our conductor of really land should also be driving around in an old hooptie-mobile ?"I ask.

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

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

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

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

Polly asks the board to cast a vote on my cover employment.

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

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

"As the largest single stock-holder, I wasn't cognisant that I had to apprise anyone of my actions,"She tells the card with venom in her voice and a smile on her face.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

"Um, Polly my lamb, why again did you waste everyone's fourth dimension for this confluence ? Could it be so you could get another payment for being a board member, but really not doing anything ?"Mom asks Polly directly.

Polly doesn't say a word.

can leans over to me and writes on my lozenge that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball reference. I smile an nod my chief. I was happy that lavatory saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata Shirley Temple had taken a justificative position with her arms crossed on her chest. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ slit'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a lavatory break as Dakota was pregnant. Before he even had time to grant the breakout, 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 appearance to play along us away. 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 plans when you return to the plug-in coming together ?"She asked.

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

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

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

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

Once we were all seated, Polly tried to boss around herself into opening the coming together. 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 troupe update ?"I ask.

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

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

"Members of the plug-in, I want to take a few import of your time and update you on the state of the troupe, all of the party,"I say to the board.

"A few month ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a company called Happy, Happee Limo. This leverage leads to other learning. Happy, Happee limousine was created by a woman named Sasha. However, Sasha was a suspect part. She bought former companies and hid them under the license of Happy, Happee limousine. She had various horse tracks, a recording studio apartment, a pharmacy mathematical group, and a trucking companionship. All of these troupe were acquired for no extra cost to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip Productions, a pornography studio,"I tell them.

This, of course, outrages Elizabeth.

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

"No, not at all. Within a week of finding out that we had acquired a porn studio, I earphone Bob who instructed me to regain a new owner, which I did. I found a college student named Allison. She was working hard, very laborious to seduce Tulip output oeuvre. Per Bob's request, I sold Tulip Productions to Allison for a zero-interest loan. Bob felt that we needed to get this troupe off our books, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her first payment, just this past Dominicus. She gave me a money order in an envelope for me to situate, which my other helper, Amy has done for us,"I tell the board members.

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

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

"Now, it is easy to second guess the deal, but followed Bob Jaxson's direction and sold off Tulip Productions and now have an income into Jaxson Inc. From there, I moved on to the hauling fellowship. We merged it with our own truckage and logistics troupe. One of the things that occurred right away was the terms of truck tyre went up dramatically and the quality of the tires dropped dramatically. I contact several tire manufacturing fellowship. One company was leave to put to work with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tyre and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking locations. We increased the sales event price of the tires only a piddling bit. Within 9 days we had sold out of the 1000 tyre, so I ordered more tires, twice the sum of money and had them shipped to the same 15 localization, again we sold out, this time in 8 days. There was no mistaking this, we had a waiting tilt from each of our 15 locations. Again, we ordered another twofold the phone number of tyre bringing us to a total of 4,000 tires. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tyre in 11 days. Now, on the English, we were keeping all the use hand 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 localization, they retread them, and they pay to ship them to the 15 locations, which in turn we sell at a deeply discounted price for trailers, meretricious cost than any early tire distributor in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the heads nodding, even Elizabeth.

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

"After the transcription studio, we look at the pharmacy troupe. We hired a president, who unfortunately passed away a couple of workweek ago. We are currently interviewing replacement candidates,"I tell them.

"Now, onto the horse raceway. There are lots of governmental rule, each one different by state. I took a upright hard look, along with my wife at the knight tracks. We made the decision to sell them. We were contacted by an investing group led by one of the largest stockholder of John Churchill Downs. They made us an offer, we countered and voila we have a deal,"I say to the board.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Greene, the gameboard would like to do it what sum of money of money you received for the horse tracks. 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 john and ask him to write out the sale amount. He picks up a thick smuggled sharpie and writes the amount $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the sign up for the board members to learn. No one speaks, nor do they make a sound. John turns around the signboard so the hoi polloi in the audience can see the price. I hear Saint John the Apostle's preferent word come from the audience,"shag, ”. This causes John to laugh out forte. I just chortle, Dakota laughs out flash as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

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

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

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

"The Pinetree is undergoing massive rewrite to upgrade the whole marque. We are going to position the make in the Marriott courtyard layer. We're going to have a interior contest to rename the brand to something that we all like. As for the eating place group, we have a unit of measurement in Tampa, FL that has a manager who has added something to make the restaurant turn more interesting. He has added to the menu by including the Cuban nutrient that is popular in Tampa. I'm adding this to our brand across the country, adding cultural menu pick for the restaurant patrons to enjoy,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to address the board,"I would wish to offer a suggestion to the circuit card. We need to take away the capital on Jill's and David's bonus structure. Let me promise for a vote, all those in favour say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the largest shareholder and along with our stock, she now has to a greater extent than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this first light."move standpoint and is passed,"Mom tells the display board. Elizabeth II is now sore than before. She reels backward realizing that she is powerless to have the best Mom's proposals.

"Elizabeth, this one is for you, I nominate that Elizabeth Polly Nestor be let go from the add-in of director and that all board extremity not be allowed to hold a status longer than 20 old age. Also, that to receive any recompense for being a table member, you must attend all 4 table meetings otherwise you receive to a lesser extent money from your designation to the display panel. In addition, I nominate David Henry Graham Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now feature a declaration for not 5 class but 10 eld, along with his wife our music director of Financial social occasion,"Mom nominates.

"All those in party favour, say AYE, goodness, apparent motion passed,"Mom says to the board.

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

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

"Oh, but we can. Mrs. Jaxson has total control of the voting shares of the stock,"I lean in and kiss her on the face. The security comes and escorts Elizabeth out of the board room. The five of us just wave goodbye to her, she is fuming and not happy at all. I'm smiling, Jill's smiling, Mom's smiling, and of trend John Lackland and Dakota are smiling.

We get up and head 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 show on the speech sound talking a mile a minute. We thank everyone and forefront to the limo. Our luggage is already in the limo as the Plaza held it for us and then loaded it into the limo for us.

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

Mom remained silent."Jacques Louis David, I want to sell my home in the Hamptons. I understand from my realtor friend that that Jobs kid wants my business firm and is offering 11 million for it, which I think I'll take,"Mom tells me. I just dedicate her a hug.

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 4

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

I received a text edition from Roger.

piece permits were approved. I overnighted them to your home. I saw the Jim Cramer display, congrats on your sale of the gymnastic horse course. 2 billion for all the tracks is an amazing number. verbalise to you soon, Roger.

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner tonight to celebrate. I ask John how our stock 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 twain of hours of NYSE meter available,"John tells me. I was glad to see John Lackland staying abreast of our stock.

"Anyone up for a dinner out tonight ?"I ask. Dakota moves over next to me and suggests Longhorn chophouse. I love the idea and have John and Dakota tell everyone that I want to take everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG son, and Fred. I get a span of school text messages saying that Longhorn sounds luscious. I ask that everyone is contacted.

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

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

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

I just throw off my head no, no want to poke the bear any farsighted, we won and we don't need to be bad sports with our win.

I ask Jill if we should stop and purchase some heavy weapon since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a beneficial idea. She began texting Fred to let him sleep with that we are all going to Longhorn, but that we wanted to stop and take reward of our carry permits and purchase a couple of guns. He texted back that he will have a stretch limo at the airport shortly when we arrive.

Mom looks exhausted. I have her sit down adjacent to me. I begin to rub her foundation. She tilts her head back and just let me relieve oneself her tactile property better by rubbing her feet. I hear some mild moaning as I reach the arches.

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

I lean over and buss her. I lean the other way and kiss Mom. As the jet comes to a stop, I see out the window that Fred is waiting with the proboscis undefendable and the back door candid. The co-pilot begins bringing down the luggage to the human foot of the stairs. Fred picks them up and puts them into the tree trunk. The three ladies seem all wiped out. I pull Fred aside and ask if we could terminate at a gun shop. 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 excited. I text Jennifer and Paula that I had their carry permits. I also texted Marcus that I had his carry permit. He texted back that he was excited that they came so soon. I asked Fred to ease up us the speech 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 workshop parking lot, he tried to park away from the front man threshold, but alas he ended up in a quoin of the parking lot.

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

We all got out of our several vehicle and went inside. We were met by a big man who probably tilted the shell in the 375 to 400-pound scope. We all showed him our carry permits. He told us to look around and he would answer any questions we might stimulate.

I selected the same model that I took the gun class with, a Smith & Wesson 9mm. St. John the Apostle also selected a like exemplar for himself. Dakota, with the smaller hands, chose a small 9 mm that only held 12 in the cartridge. 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 small-arm, but then again there was no carry licence for her in the envelope.

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

I paid for all the weapons on my corporate citation card. The heavyset man who sold us all our hitman smiled when he saw the add up. We all walked out of the gun workshop with our purchases and with the holsters and with some ammo. In the limousine, John Lackland, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our magazine publisher.

I assumed that the ma'am in the green Impala were doing the same thing. Fred took us to Longhorn where Bobby, Sammy, and Diane along with Donna were waiting for us to arrive. For whatever intellect, the CG boys did not join us for dinner. BJ and Danni did arrive a few bit later in Danni's car.

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

John announced that the market place had closed about an hour ago, percentage of Jaxson Inc. stock ended up going up a record $ 37.50 per share, the greatest one day gain in Jaxson Inc history. I did the math quick for Dakota, 10,000 portion up by $ 37.50 per contribution peer Dakota's stock increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the restaurant. I noticed three Hispanic spring chicken just form of hanging around outside the primary doorway.

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

I ordered another bout of appetizers and of course, I kept the cheesy shrimp when two of them came to the table. I wasn't about to let one of then go to John and get eaten like a white ant grub 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 sleep together 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 troupe. As the master row arrived, our boy John once again showed signaling of maturity again taking care that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to splurge and society a fully loaded baked spud. John Lackland didn't think there was decent butter or acidify emollient 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 size to her belly. I hadn't announced it yet, so I decided that now was as good a time as any.

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

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

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

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

Kim and Kay sat at the antonym end of the tabular array chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the table. I took a chair from a table behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"Ladies, are you having a good time ? It seemed the former dark that you and the erotica twins were having a adept give-and-take, anything I should know about ?"I asked.

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

"Um, did you tell apart 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 make our own decision on what to do with our organic structure. However, Allison keeps telling us that a erotica career can take 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 diligence, which is why they are getting rent so cheaply for my pool house. I want them to be successful at leaving the industry, if that's what they really want to do,"I say to them.

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

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

"No, you pay us just hunky-dory. We're just exploring all our options. You can't be daddy forever,"Kay says.

I guess my nerve showed my disappointment as they changed the conversation to a different topic. I kissed each peeress and headed back to my seat.

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

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

CHAPTER 5

At first-class honours degree, four of our gentlewoman walked outside. John, Fred, Marcus, and I followed moments later.

When we stepped outside, the three Hispanic young person that we saw when we entered were now holding guns on us. John and Fred both reached for their own gunman. They three youthfulness warned them not to ‘ try it ’.

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

"Hey guys, there's no indigence to pull your gas out at a family restaurant like this one,"I say.

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

John is make to take them on, but I ask him to game down a little.

"Guys, do you all go to a casino to make for poker game ?"I ask.

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood common. They have our favorite game, Lone-Star State clutch'em"their loss leader says.

"So right now, you are holding a pair diddly-shit 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 ? yield us your money or we will bourgeon you,"the leader says.

"Shoot me ? You don't even realize that there are two world-beater on the tabular array, but you're only worried about that manual laborer because it makes your hand better,"I say.

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

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

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

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

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

"spring us your money, this is your finally warning,"the 3rd one says.

"I turn over my brace of cards to show you that I have a duad of queen regnant and putting them with the couplet on the board give me four queen regnant, and everyone knows that four Queens ALWAYS beats three Jack-tar,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the slide on her gun back to indicate a gun is behind our three youths. The leader turns around to see Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and Sharon all holding cocked ordnance at the three youths. The drawing card 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, constabulary showed up and arrested our Hispanic spring chicken. I was so gallant of the gentlewoman. They used their firearms wisely and were not afraid one bit. It turns out that Kim and Kay had gotten to the threshold behind us and saw the three guys with the guns. They went to the hostess rack and dialed 911 giving the emergency wheeler dealer the reference for the holdup.

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

"Let's go rest 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 head 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 putz all wet and hard from her rattling oral examination acquirement. Jill moves over to the seat next to me in the limo. She places a paw on the back of Dakota's head pushing her towards my pelvic girdle. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my cock foreland is touching her uvula. batch of saliva was escaping her cute piffling sassing. 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 night and thus won't be bringing the limo back to the killing area tonight. She texted back that she was already at the Chateau, but she would let the overnight manager know the situation with the limo.

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

"shit Dakota, you are so getting better at this,"I say as I shoot all my germ into her accepting mouth. I hear her swallow three times letting none of it escape. I kiss her, tasting myself on her knife. 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 parkway clock time to get home passes quite quickly.

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

I hear the garage doorway overt. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our bedroom and just knock down the clothes into the hamper. I put my travelling bag in the closet and am felicitous that we are home. I shed my wearing apparel and head in to take a cascade. Again, I'm happy that this shower has instant hot pee. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to die the shower, Amy stepped in.

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

I hug her and kiss her. I feel her warm small hands stroking my hard prick. I lift her up by her waist, she wraps her ramification around me. I step forward pushing her back against the bulwark of the cascade. I low-down her down slowly. Her sweet silky pussy slides down onto my cock. We begin to thrust in unison. It doesn't take very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD DADDY, YOU smell SO shtup WONDERFUL inside OF MY LITTLE PUSSY,"she says as the first coming rolls through her body.

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

As that wonderful familiar twinge made its coming into court in my trunk, Amy came one more sentence,"OH GAWD pop, I LOVE YOU SO very much !"She says to me as I begin to frivol away into her sweet-flavored miserly little pussy.

"OH, FUCK ME AMY, YOU feel SO GAWD shit WONDERFUL,"I say to her. I shoot all I have into her. We look into each other's optic and embrace again. She begins to kiss me, and I respond kissing her as well.

As we both settle down, we step out and dry each other off. Once we are all dry, she walks defenseless into my bedroom. I put on a pair of shorts and a white tee shirt and head out to the hall. Amy takes my hired man and leads me to the kitchen. I see Sammy and Bobby working diligently.

Bobby is making a dish called ‘ cracker and Mashed ’. I had to ask what it was. He explained that it is a sausage with a thick mashed potato and a dark brown bonanza. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delightful fresh tuna fish appetizers on some Ritz banger ready for us to eat.

I sat at the oral sex of the new dining room table. I see Fred and Mom holding workforce. Fred is making her a dental plate of food which he carries over to the dining elbow room table. I think to myself how becoming the Chauffeur really changed my life story for the better.

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