The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The Board of theatre director

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

Fred was ready for all of us with a stretch limousine. He stood there stoically holding the rear room access open for us and having the body surface and waiting.

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

Once we were all in the limousine, the driving force to the airdrome was rather flying as there was little to no traffic on the road. Everyone looked play out as we had played rather knockout the past couple of days. Mom, John, and Jill all sat next to each former and of row, my darling Dakota sat succeeding to me. I did poster that she was beginning to expect a bit plumper. The maternity was obviously beginning to show. Dakota put her head on my berm and just dozed off.

Jill, Mom, and John were all chatting away. They were excited to be going to NYC. Mom said she knew of a couple of delicious pizza places in Little Italy. Of class, John was excited that he would be getting ‘ rattling'pizza. I just smiled listening to him shoot the breeze on and on about good pizza.

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

The device driver took us to the piazza as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three rooms. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for John and Dakota, although they had separate bottom to catch some Z's on.

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

When we arrived at the shopping mall, the bellman retrieved our luggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The staff extremity gave us all the plastic Francis Scott Key to get into our suites. I noticed the fourth dimension and made my way to the limo again to lead towards the studio where Mad Money was taped.

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

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

Jim Cramer was his usual self, he was all over the studio asking interrogation, waiting for answers, and then hitting me with keep an eye on up questions. All in all, we had a overnice session, right at the very end, I announced the horse tracks being sold. I gave him a figure of speech of 2 Billion clam. He smiled and told me that the pile of selling the horse cart track was a mark of brilliance. I thanked him for the compliment. After the tape, I asked him if he had any prison term to attend our board of theater director's encounter at 9 am, he told me that he's working beef Box at that hour and he thanked me for the invite. We shook hands and I left, however, before I left, I gave his producer a hindrance for his charity. I didn't make any case of big great deal out of it, I just left it for him. She thanked me.

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

As we get to the restaurant, it smells delightful. We all go inside. I see hoop of ail cabbage on the tables. I see a duo of extra-large cheese pizzas on tables and they look and smell delicious. We order three redundant large pizzas and two baskets of garlic dough. I order a bottle of Chianti for the dame and John to make with dinner.

I sit between Mom and Jill. John the Divine sits between Mom and Dakota. We're all having a great time. When the pizza comes, King John practically takes three fade and shoves them all in his mouth. We all just laughter at the absurdity of John the Divine. I ask the waitress if we could also rules of order another extra-large cheese to take with us back to the hotel. I see John's heart light up hearing the to go order.

We sit, we eat, we discuss the secret plan plan for the panel encounter tomorrow. Mom wants to wee-wee it a blood-bath, but I talk her John L. H. Down from the shelf. I have a plan and I would care to accomplish it and clear Polly squirm.

As we head back inside the center, we send Saint John and Dakota up to their elbow room. Mom wants to stimulate a drink in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and take a seat. The bar itself might just be the overnice hotel bar that I have ever been in. The buns are all cushioned leather, they are overstuffed cushioned leather. The waitress is a delicious young lady that takes our lodge and Mom's room number.

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

I suggest to Mom that John Lackland, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the circuit board get together without Mom at first. About an 60 minutes into the meeting, Mom would bear witness 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 talk about what Bob wanted and why he hired both Jill and me to run Jaxson Inc. She would manoeuvre out that he never was a fan of the board since they all stuck their deal out wanting money but rarely offering anything of worth to the corp.

Mom thought it was a delightful melodic theme, but she decided that she would arrive with us, but sit in the book binding. She wanted to see the hale appearance from the first of all moment that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions.

Mom warned that Polly will suffer a prospicient leaning of my conclusion, such as hiring Roger Johnson and paying him a top remuneration AND buying him a condo and paying the HOA fees for two years.

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

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

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

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

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

As we sat there discussing the game design, I noticed a couple of people paying attention to our conversation. One duet, Mr. and Mrs Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. First the offered condolence on Bob's passing. indorse, they informed us that they were in town because of the special encounter that Polly had set up. They were supposed to be heading to the Bahama's to relish a couple weeks of R n R, but this confluence changed their architectural plan. I was suspicious of them. Were they plants of Polly's ? Did they actually change their programme to come to this encounter, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't call for them to get together us.

They thanked us and walked away, leaving the bar entirely. After a couple of hours, our boy bathroom came down and found us. He wanted to have sex if it was alright for him to fiat 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 menu, he asked first.

That brought Mom to another issue, fellowship cards. Mom was trusted she would have a leaning of whom has been issued a corporate card and probably a list of all the outgo spent on each card.

I was very felicitous with all this thought Mom had put into the dining table meeting. I noticed that John sat fold 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 duo, but it was too late to worry about it now.

To lavatory's surprise, the Uber noblewoman showed up with not one, but two cheese pizzas. I pulled out my notice to pay for them, but john had already taken care of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'manner of speaking. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at trick, but he was nice enough to exit 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 advance drinks as it was"last call ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another deoxyephedrine of wine, me, I stuck to my bottled body of water which made Mom giggle.

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

I let Mom know that one of the producer from Jim Cramer's appearance Mad Money and gripe Box would be in the bunch watching and taping quietly. She would upload the whole meeting to her boss back at the studio apartment each time we break for whatever grounds. Mom loved the musical theme that we could if needed put little Miss Polly and her useless girl on display 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 home TV the sale 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 parcel at 9:01 am New York time, the present moment the stock securities industry open air and to buy another 10,000 shares for Jill and me and put it on her account. A groggy stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the horse racecourse sale announced on Jim Cramer's display would move the neckcloth by as a good deal as $ 5 a share, I told her that might just be a bit low, but none the lupus erythematosus it would set the board back on its heels.

As we finished our pizza, and Mom and Jill finished their drink, we all got up. We hugged, we kissed, and we agreed to match in the mall eating place at 6:30 to have breakfast and prep again for the get together. Of track, having John eat breakfast with us here at the piazza might cost us quite a bit. This made all three of us laugh.

Jill and I walked bridge player in deal to our entourage. Mom walked on the other English of me. When we got into the elevator, Mom squeezed my butt, which made me smile.

When we each reached our suite, Mom kissed both Jill and I and headed into her elbow room. Jill and I went into our suite, which I was surely that our friend Polly will ask why we didn't halt at the local Pinetree. I asked Jill to look into our Pinetree record and ascertain to see if any of the panel members use the Pinetree or do they stay elsewhere. Jill logged into the administration portal vein and found the data I wanted. I just smiled, leaned over and kissed my gorgeous wife.

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

CHAPTER 2

When we got up, Jill called the other two suites making sure that Saint John and Dakota were up and getting ready and checking on Mom. Of form, because of the importance of the day, everyone was up and in various state of matter of getting ready.

We all decided to just receive at the eating place. Jill only took a few more minutes, since she had begun an hour earlier.

I put on my honest wooing, but in my principal, I thought about wearing a pair of boxers and a Cuban style shirt, but I decided not to get fired before I had a chance to province my case.

When Jill was ready, we headed out to the elevators. It was nice staying on the 17th floor, one floor short of the top. At least we were adequate ‘ somebody'to rate a high-end room here, but then again, they are more about showing up for a reservation and paying the money they requested.

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

Jill kissed trick, I kissed Dakota and we headed into the eating house. The hostess sat us in a decent table, but she said she would land Mom over when she came down. Jill texted her that we were all in the restaurant waiting for her. Mom texted back that she would be down in about a half hour and to Order without her. That sparked John, 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 daily chef specials. None of them really sounded that interesting. We all agreed that we missed Bobby and Sammy.

Mom arrived just an expected a one-half an hour later. John stood, pulled out a chairman for her and advertise it into the mesa. I get more and more proud of him as he continues to mature.

I look around the table, everyone is wearing their skillful outfit. Saint John has his pitch blackness pinstriped case on with a maroon shirt and a black and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a black dress and disgraceful sabot leather shoes with only about a 2"heel.

Jill was wearing a fateful attire as well, only she had a beautiful cobalt blue angel bang and matching naughty dress heels.

I wore my pitch-dark courting as well, however, I wore a cryptic blue sky dress shirt and a total darkness and white swirled tie.

Mom decided to bewilder up a middle finger's breadth to the board and wore a bright red frock with a ignominious bash and bleak shiny brake shoe with only about a 1"heel. She also wore a beautiful rhomb and deep red neckless that hung in the low-cut V-neck of the frock. While Mom was a stunner, today she was beautiful. Joh and Dakota both remarked about how gorgeous she looked.

Although I didn't know any of the people who came to our tabular array, Mom seemed to know all of them. After each one left, she had a comment about them. Mom asked John if he would escort her inside the board encounter 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 add-in was a booster, who was an enemy, and whom was electroneutral. To Mom, the inert 1 were the keys to this meeting.

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

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

The keys, according to Mom were the four achromatic members : Virginia Pogue, Julie tint, Mark McKenzie, and John Richardson.

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

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

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

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

As we finished our breakfast, several people wished up ‘ right destiny'at the board meeting. john seemed surprise, Dakota seemed to just dislike these people.

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

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

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

I expected that the gameboard would not be watching our entree and thus may or may not bonk that Mom was with us. We knew immediately which elbow room held the meeting, the one that had several newsman and a couple of camera operator waiting for us.

Mom, Jill, Dakota, and John all walked right by the press. I stopped for a dyad of import to suffice a match of questions.

"Mister Graham Greene, Mr Henry Graham Greene, what are you intending to say to the control panel today ?"was the first inquiry, from Fox News.

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

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

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

"Last interrogative,"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 tiffin, does anyone know a good eating place around here ?"I ask eliciting a few chortle. I thank everyone for their prison term and fling for them to come into the meeting, they all decline.

Once inside the merging room, I see one of the manufacturer from Jim Cramer's show as well as a dyad of cameras set up in the rear recess of the room. I nod to her and continue walking towards Jill. can and Dakota have taken up rear end behind Jill and me. Although I walked right past her, John whispered in my ear that Mom was all the way in the back row of the elbow room and in the middle of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The board extremity file in and take their bottom in strawman of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to bring the meeting to order, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the head of the display board. Polly had to apologize to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"extremity of the card, this exceptional meeting was called by board member Polly Nestor to talk over the performance of the party's CEO David Henry Graham Greene. Mr. Greene, would you like to fix an porta remark to the board ?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, but I do have that right. You see, under the bodied laws of New House of York, every control panel member is considered a public figure and thus subject to investigating, 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 gens. Her name 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 acquaintance on the board.

"well the name aside, what is it you would wish to say to the display panel ?"

"Mr. Davidson, I have goose egg advance to say to the card at this time,"I tell him.

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

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

"Um, Miss Greene, would you like to make an hatchway 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 display board phallus as to my name, flop Elizabeth ?"My wife pokes the bear once again.

I whisper in her ear to remember that Mr. Davidson is a supporter but in a precarious location being chair of the board. She just smiles.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A nonsensical board fellow member, who believes that her unqualified daughter should have my position, even though she has no byplay insightfulness, no history of successful work, and no ability to run a multi-national corporation. Hell, she's not even a lawyer,"I say to the board.

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

I paw some composition to the shop assistant who in routine, 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 nation showing that Alicia Nestor does not have got a license to pattern law in any of the 50 states. Oh, she graduated from law schooling, but she does not have a license at this moment. Care to contend with me Elizabeth ?"I say once again poking the bear.

"No, Polly, this is a legal papers that says your daughter has no electric current permit to praxis law,"He tells Polly and the board as he hands the passel of papers around the board with each one looking through the papers.

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

I hear some grumbling and susurration in the audience.

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

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

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

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

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

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

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

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

"Exactly,"I say agreeing with him.

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

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

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

"Both of the New York baseball team pay top dollar to key costless agents to put together a winning team,"I tell the board.

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

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

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

"Because it is one of the C. H. Best out there,"Elizabeth says to me.

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

"Of line,"she replies.

"Then you just validated why I pay top dollar for the mass 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, crystallise 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 railway car you bought on caller 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 manager of Financial matter is to be driving what ? A mid-80's Chevy ? Not really the proper car for a woman of her height. Or maybe you believe that Jennifer, our director of real the three estates should also be driving around in an old hooptie-mobile ?"I ask.

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

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

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

"Me, David 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 thing,"Elizabeth asks.

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

Polly asks the table to throw up a voting on my persist in employment.

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

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

"As the largest single stock-holder, I wasn't aware that I had to advise anyone of my actions,"She tells the display board with maliciousness in her voice and a smile on her face.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

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

Polly doesn't say a word.

lav leans over to me and writes on my tablet that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball game citation. I smile an nod my headway. I was happy that John saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata Joseph Black had taken a defensive posture with her arms crossed on her chest of drawers. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ pussy'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a toilet break as Dakota was pregnant. Before he even had time to deed over 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 display to follow us outside. Surprising to me, when we got into the hallway, there were no reporters at all. The producer met us out in the hallway.

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

"clock 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 luck of her getting trapped in the restroom.

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

The board room clerk came out to the antechamber and summoned everyone back into the way.

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

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

"Mr. Davidson, may I move over a nation of the companionship update ?"I ask.

"Of trend, Mr. Greene. You may have got 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 feet. John is just smiling, he has an idea of what's coming.

"extremity of the circuit board, I want to take a few mo of your prison term and update you on the state of the company, all of the company,"I say to the board.

"A few months ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a company called Happy, Happee limousine. This purchase leads to early learning. Happy, Happee Limo was created by a charwoman named Sasha. However, Sasha was a shady theatrical role. She bought other companies and hid them under the permission of Happy, Happee limousine. She had several horse racecourse, a transcription studio apartment, a pharmacy group, and a trucking company. All of these companies were acquired for no extra monetary value to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip yield, a porno studio apartment,"I tell them.

This, of course of action, outrages Elizabeth.

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

"No, not at all. Within a week of finding out that we had acquired a porno studio, I phone Bob who instructed me to find a new proprietor, which I did. I found a college student named Allison. She was working hard, very hard to lay down Tulip yield work. Per Bob's request, I sold Tulip output to Allison for a zero-interest loanword. Bob felt that we needed to get this company off our Christian Bible, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her initiative payment, just this past Sunday. She gave me a money purchase order in an gasbag for me to bank, 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 tardily to s guess the deal, but followed Bob Jaxson's instruction and sold off Tulip Productions and now have an income into Jaxson Inc. From there, I moved on to the trucking troupe. We merged it with our own trucking and logistics company. One of the things that occurred right away was the price of truck tire went up dramatically and the quality of the tyre dropped dramatically. I contact several tyre manufacturing party. One fellowship was willing to figure out with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tire and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking fix. We increased the sale cost of the tires only a short bit. Within 9 days we had sold out of the 1000 tire, so I ordered more tyre, twice the amount and had them shipped to the same 15 positioning, again we sold out, this prison term in 8 day. There was no misinterpretation this, we had a waiting list from each of our 15 location. Again, we ordered another double the number of tire bringing us to a aggregate of 4,000 tyre. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tires in 11 days. Now, on the side, we were keeping all the use 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 location, 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, cheaper price than any other tire allocator in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the heads nodding, even Elizabeth.

I move on to the recording studio."From the trucking society, we move onto the transcription studio. So far, we have only made minimal progression, but steam is beginning to wave,"I tell them.

"After the transcription studio, we look at the pharmacy ship's company. We hired a president, who unfortunately passed away a distich of weeks ago. We are currently interviewing substitution candidate,"I tell them.

"Now, onto the knight tracks. There are lots of governmental ordinance, each one different by United States Department of State. I took a respectable intemperate looking, along with my wife at the horse tracks. We made the decisiveness to sell them. We were contacted by an investment group led by one of the turgid shareowner of Churchill Down. They made us an offering, we countered and voila we have a flock,"I say to the board.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Greene, the board would like to recognize what amount of money you received for the Equus caballus 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 total. He picks up a thick black busy bee and writes the sum of money $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the sign up for the add-in members to say. No one speaks, nor do they make a strait. John turns around the sign so the people in the audience can see the cost. I hear John's deary password come from the audience,"Fuck, ”. This causes whoremonger to express mirth out loud. I just chuckle, Dakota laughs out tawdry as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

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

"Yes, of course, oh, and did I mention that there was no cost in acquiring the buck tracks, so the money is thoroughgoing profit. Isn't that what you pay me to do, reach this ship's company an insane sum of money ?"I ask of them.

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

"The Pinetree is undergoing massive rescript to upgrade the all brand. We are going to position the stain in the Marriott Courtyard degree. We're going to have a internal contest to rename the trade name to something that we all like. As for the restaurant group, we have a unit of measurement in Tampa, Florida that has a manager who has added something to make the restaurant become more interesting. He has added to the carte by including the Cuban food that is pop in Tampa. I'm adding this to our stain across the res publica, adding ethnic computer menu options for the restaurant patrons to enjoy,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to deal the board,"I would like to declare oneself a suggestion to the control board. We need to remove the ceiling on Jill's and David's fillip structure. Let me call for a voting, all those in favor say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the heavy stockholder and along with our stock, she now has More than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this daybreak."Motion base and is passed,"Mom tells the board. Elizabeth is now sick than before. She reels backward realizing that she is powerless to overcome Mom's proposals.

"Elizabeth I, this one is for you, I nominate that Elizabeth II Polly genus Nestor be let go from the card of directors and that all board members not be allowed to admit a position tenacious than 20 years. Also, that to receive any recompense for being a control board member, you must wait on all 4 display board merging otherwise you receive less money from your appointment to the board. In accession, I nominate David Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now possess a contract bridge for not 5 eld but 10 years, along with his wife our theatre director of Financial Affairs,"Mom nominates.

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

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

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

"Oh, but we can. Mrs. Jaxson has total ascendancy of the voting percentage of the stock,"I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. The security comes and date Elizabeth I out of the board room. The five of us just wave au revoir to her, she is fuming and not happy at all. I'm smiling, Jill's grin, Mom's grinning, and of trend John and Dakota are smiling.

We get up and head out of the add-in room, saying our goodbyes to the add-in members.

As we head into the hall, I see our booster from Jim Cramer's show on the headphone talking a naut mi a mo. We thank everyone and read/write head 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 place ?"I asked her even though I knew she did.

Mom remained silent."St. David, I want to sell my home base in the Hamptons. I understand from my realtor friend that that problem kid wants my house and is offering 11 million for it, which I think I'll take,"Mom tells me. I just give her a hug.

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 4

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

I received a text from Roger.

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

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner tonight to celebrate. I ask whoremaster 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 couple of 60 minutes of New York Stock Exchange time useable,"John tells me. I was gladiola to see John staying abreast of our stock.

"Anyone up for a dinner party out tonight ?"I ask. Dakota moves over next to me and suggests Longhorn Steakhouse. I love the approximation and have John and Dakota tell everyone that I want to pack everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG boys, and Fred. I get a couple of text content saying that Texas longhorn sounds delicious. I ask that everyone is contacted.

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

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

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

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

I ask Jill if we should cease and purchase some gas since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a good idea. She began texting Fred to let him eff that we are all going to Longhorn, but that we wanted to stop and take reward of our carry permission and purchase a couple of gunman. 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 next to me. I begin to rub her feet. She tilts her head back and just let me progress to her tone better by rubbing her feet. I hear some mild moaning as I reach the arches.

It 's not yearn before I hear the landing power train lock into place, and we begin our descent into LAX. As we touch down on the runway, Dakota is squeezing my hired man. She still doesn't like this percentage of the trip.

I lean over and kiss her. I lean the other way and osculation Mom. As the jet comes to a blockage, I see out the window that Fred is waiting with the bole open and the binding door unfold. The co-pilot begins bringing down the luggage to the metrical foot of the stairs. Fred picks them up and lay them into the torso. The three lady seem all wiped out. I pull Fred aside and ask if we could discontinue at a gun shop. He hands me a FedEx gasbag that has our gun carry permits inside of the envelope.

I open the envelope and hand Dakota, whoremonger, and Jill their carry permits. Dakota really seems mad. I text Jennifer and Paula that I had their carry permits. I also texted Marcus that I had his convey licence. He texted back that he was excited that they came so soon. I asked Fred to give us the savoir-faire for the gun shop he was taking up to. I texted it to Jennifer, Paula, and Marcus. All of whom said they would meet us there. I guessed that Jennifer was still driving everyone in her new Impala.

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

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

We all got out of our respective fomite and went inside. We were met by a large man who probably tilted the scales in the 375 to 400-pound range of mountains. We all showed him our carry permits. He told us to look around and he would respond any enquiry we might throw.

I selected the same model that I took the gun class with, a David Smith & Wesson 9mm. John the Evangelist also selected a exchangeable model for himself. Dakota, with the small-scale hands, chose a small 9 mm that only held 12 in the magazine. The guns that John and I selected held 17 in the magazine.

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

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

I paid for all the weapon on my corporate credit bill. The heavyset man who sold us all our guns smiled when he saw the total. We all walked out of the gun workshop with our purchases and with the holsters and with some ammo. In the limo, John, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our magazine.

I assumed that the ladies in the K 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 reasonableness, the CG male child did not connect us for dinner. BJ and Danni did arrive a few mo later in Danni's car.

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

John announced that the market had closed about an hour ago, shares of Jaxson Inc. stock ended up going up a phonograph record $ 37.50 per share, the greatest one day addition in Jaxson Inc story. I did the mathematics quick for Dakota, 10,000 part up by $ 37.50 per part equal Dakota's strain increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the eating place. I noticed three Hispanic American youth just kind of hanging around outside the main door.

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

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

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

Silence.

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

I smiled audience that she was on way. Dakota had told her to drive her BMW. A few transactions later, Amy walked into the eatery. She laughed when she saw John the Divine doing his effective ‘ Polly gets the iron boot ’. Mom was laughing so hard, I thought she was going to take a hit her drink out through her nose from whoremaster's antics.

I ordered another round of appetizers and of course, I kept the cheesy shrimp when two of them came to the table. I wasn't about to let one of then go to lavatory 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 early's company. As the main course arrived, our boy John once again showed signs of maturity again taking aid 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 ferment cream and asked for more for Diane. The server brought more quickly. Diane just smiled and rubbed his thigh.

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

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

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

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

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

Kim and Kay sat at the diametric end of the table chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the table. I took a chairwoman from a table 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 good treatment, anything I should recognise about ?"I asked.

"No, nothing now. We chatted with your lady Allison, she's really nice. She tried her best to dissuade us from making another porn. We're considering what she said to us but knowing that you O.K. of Allison goes a long way with us,"Kay tells me.

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

"Oh, of course, he says that since we are adults, we get to make our own determination on what to do with our physical structure. However, Allison keeps telling us that a porn career can take a turn for the worse if one isn't careful,"Kim says.

"She's flop. The porn Twin and Belinda have all told me that they want out of the erotica industry, which is why they are getting economic rent so cheaply for my kitty family. 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 indisputable 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 selection. You can't be Daddy forever,"Kay says.

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

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

We all gathered our affair and headed towards the social movement doorway.

CHAPTER 5

At start, four of our lady walked outside. John, Fred, Marcus, and I followed moments later.

When we stepped outside, the three Hispanic youth that we saw when we entered were now holding guns on us. trick and Fred both reached for their own grease-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 penury to pull your guns out at a family restaurant like this one,"I say.

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

John is ready to require them on, but I ask him to back down a fiddling.

"Guys, do you all go to a casino to run salamander ?"I ask.

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood common. They have our deary plot, Texas detention'em"their leader says.

"So right now, you are holding a pair knave in your hired man. The river turns up another jackass, so now you have three manual laborer,"I say to him.

"Huh ? What are you talking about ? Give us your money or we will pullulate 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 Jack because it makes your helping hand better,"I say.

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

"You decide to go ‘ all in'and bet all that you have, much like right now. You're betting your total future for what a few measly dollar bill ? Not a smart looseness man,"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 diddlysquat plus one on the river giving you three diddly-squat, much like you three betting your living for a couple of Pearl Buck,"I say.

"I decide to go all in as well, but you're going to fall behind and you don't even have sex why,"I tell them.

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

"I turn over my pair of cards to show you that I have a pair of queer and putting them with the twosome on the table give me four Queens, and everyone knows that four queen mole rat ALWAYS beats three Jacks,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the coast on her gun back to betoken a gun is behind our three youths. The leader turns around to see Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and Sharon all holding cocked guns at the three youths. The leader says something in Spanish to the other cat. They all lay their accelerator on the ground and put their hand in the air.

Only about 30 s later, police force showed up and arrested our Hispanic young person. I was so proud of the madam. They used their small-arm wisely and were not afraid one bit. It turns out that Kim and Kay had gotten to the room access behind us and saw the three hombre with the shooter. They went to the hostess stand and dialed 911 giving the emergency brake operator the speech for the holdup.

I hugged each Lady. lav checked for Diane to make sure she was rubber. I went over to Dakota and Jill and teasingly scolded them."Couldn't waiting to use your torpedo eh ?"I said smiling. The four girls all kissed me, all though Sharon did squeeze my ass during her kiss.

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

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

On the way, Dakota takes care and unzips me, fishes out my cock and puts it in her mouth. She's licking the underside, getting my cock all wet and hard from her wonderful oral acquirement. Jill moves over to the buttocks next to me in the limousine. She places a script on the vertebral column of Dakota's chief pushing her towards my hip. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my tool head is touching her uvula. Lots of spittle was escaping her cute little mouthpiece. 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 dark, 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 cleaning area tonight. She texted back that she was already at the Chateau, but she would let the all-night handler know the situation with the limo.

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

"hoot Dakota, you are so getting bettor at this,"I say as I shoot all my seed into her accepting mouth. I hear her unsay three times letting none of it escape. I kiss her, tasting myself on her knife. She hugs me severe and leans her head on my berm purring in my ear.

When you are distracted by a beautiful womanhood sucking on your peter the drive meter to get home passes quite quickly.

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

I hear the garage doorway give. I suspect that Dakota's BMW is being put away. Jill and I get to our bedroom and just deck the clothes into the trammel. I put my suitcase in the closet and am happy that we are home. I shed my wearing apparel and foreland in to take a cascade. Again, I'm happy that this rain shower has New York minute hot water. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to exit the rain shower, Amy stepped in.

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

I hug her and snog her. I feel her warm small mitt stroking my hard cock. I lift her up by her waistline, she wraps her legs around me. I step forward pushing her back against the paries of the shower bath. I lower her down slowly. Her sweet silky snatch chute down onto my rooster. We begin to hurtle in unison. It doesn't take very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD dada, YOU FEEL SO FUCKING WONDERFUL INSIDE OF MY LITTLE PUSSY,"she says as the commencement orgasm rolls through her body.

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

As that wonderful comrade stab made its appearance in my body, Amy came one to a greater extent time,"OH GAWD pop, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !"She says to me as I begin to shoot into her sugariness tight little pussy.

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

As we both settle down, we step out and dry each other off. Once we are all dry, she walks nude into my chamber. I put on a pair of trunks and a egg white tee shirt and head out to the hallway. Amy takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen. I see Sammy and Bobby working diligently.

Bobby is making a dish called ‘ firecracker and Mashed ’. I had to ask what it was. He explained that it is a sausage with a thick mashed Solanum tuberosum and a dingy chocolate-brown gravy. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delightful fresh Opuntia tuna starter on some Cesar Ritz crackers ready for us to eat.

I sat at the head of the new dining room table. I see Fred and Mom holding hands. Fred is making her a plate of food for thought which he carries over to the dining way table. I think to myself how becoming the Chauffeur really changed my life sentence for the better.

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