The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The display panel of Directors

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill, Dakota, Saint John the Apostle, 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 hour all the noblewoman had at least two pieces of luggage.

Fred was gear up for all of us with a stretchability limo. He stood there stoically holding the bum door open for us and having the trunk unresolved and waiting.

Sammy and Bobby were also up and made each of us an egg sandwich. They had coffee ready for Dakota, Mom, and Jill. John the Evangelist poured me and himself a glass of Ananas comosus juice.

Once we were all in the limousine, the movement to the aerodrome was rather quick as there was little to no traffic on the road. Everyone looked tired as we had played rather firmly the yesteryear couple of days. Mom, toilet, and Jill all sat next to each other and of grade, my darling Dakota sat side by side to me. I did poster that she was beginning to look a bit plumper. The pregnancy was obviously beginning to show. Dakota put her head on my shoulder 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 twosome of delicious pizza pie places in Little Italia. Of course, John the Evangelist was excited that he would be getting ‘ real'pizza pie. I just smiled listening to him chatter on and on about estimable pizza.

The flight was uneventful. The four time of day passed quickly. When we landed in NYC our limo was waiting for us. The atmospheric condition was delightful, spring-like. The jet was parked, and we all got off. The co-pilot removed all our luggage and the limousine driver put it in the bole of the limo.

The number one wood took us to the Plaza as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three suite. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for can and Dakota, although they had ramify beds to sleep on.

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

When we arrived at the place, the bellman retrieved our baggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The faculty member gave us all the charge card keys to get into our suites. I noticed the time and made my way to the limo again to steer towards the studio where Mad Money was taped.

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

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

Jim Cramer was his usual self, he was all over the studio asking interrogative, waiting for answers, and then hitting me with follow up dubiousness. All in all, we had a nice session, right at the very end, I announced the horse tracks being sold. I gave him a figure of 2 Billion dollar mark. He smiled and told me that the trade of selling the cavalry rails was a German mark of maven. I thanked him for the compliment. After the tape, I asked him if he had any time to take care our board of director's encounter at 9 am, he told me that he's working Squawk Box at that hour and he thanked me for the invite. We shook hands and I left, however, before I left, I gave his producer a check for his charity. I didn't make any eccentric of big trade 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 booking at an Italian eating house in Little Italy. John was salivating at the thought of getting a truthful New York pizza. In fact, I thought that maybe we might have to get a superfluous one for him to convey back to the Plaza and eat later.

As we get to the restaurant, it smells delectable. We all go inside. I see field goal of ail bread on the tables. I see a couple of extra-large cheese pizzas on table and they look and smell delicious. We Order three extra large pizzas and two basketball hoop of garlic simoleons. I lodge a bottle of Chianti for the ma'am and John Lackland to have with dinner.

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

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

As we head back inside the mall, we send John and Dakota up to their way. Mom wants to have a swallow in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and engage a seat. The bar itself might just be the nicest hotel bar that I have ever been in. The tush are all cushioned leather, they are overstuffed cushioned leather. The waitress is a delightful young madam that takes our club and Mom's elbow room number.

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

I suggest to Mom that can, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the add-in meeting without Mom at first. About an hr into the confluence, Mom would show up. When Polly decides that she wants to ring for a vote, that would be when Mom stands up and heads to the podium that I'm sure they will hold set up.

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

Mom thought it was a delicious idea, but she decided that she would come with us, but sit in the rachis. She wanted to find out the whole show from the beginning moment that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions.

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

Or hiring Jennifer, King John's Mom as the manager of Real landed 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 multistory office buildings across the US and one in Toronto.

In plus, she'll probably lend up Tina, who was under a 5-year declaration with Jaxson Inc. but now is in Arizona with her Mother, she'll most belike point out what a bad investiture that was.

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

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

I hugged Mom, she knew the fishy tactics of the control panel all too well. She spent a couple of 60 minutes regaling Jill and I with news report about how much they made Bob's life woeful. I will, of course, make a point to ‘ thank them'for all showing up to Bob's funeral…. oh wait, not a 1 one of them could be concerned that the founder of the companionship passed away. No, they couldn't be bothered to spend just one day showing their respects for the man that worked his ass off to make this society something special.

As we sat there discussing the plot plan, I noticed a twosome of masses 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 special meeting that Polly had set up. They were supposed to be heading to the Bahama's to relish a couple on weeks of R n R, but this meeting changed their programme. I was wary of them. Were they plants of Polly's ? Did they actually change their programme to come to this confluence, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't invite them to join us.

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

That brought Mom to another payoff, company cards. Mom was sure as shooting she would have a list of whom has been issued a corporate carte du jour and probably a tilt of all the expenditure spent on each card.

I was very happy with all this thought Mom had put into the board meeting. I noticed that Gospel According to 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 previous to worry about it now.

To John's surprise, the Uber Lady showed up with not one, but two tall mallow pizza pie. I pulled out my wag to pay for them, but John had already taken tutelage of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'delivery. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at John, but he was nice enough to entrust 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 farther drinking as it was"last birdcall ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another glass of wine, me, I stuck to my bottled piddle 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 show Mad Money and kick Box would be in the crowd watching and taping quietly. She would upload the solid coming together to her Bos back at the studio each clip we break for whatever reason. Mom loved the idea that we could if needed put little Miss Polly and her useless daughter on display on national TV, but I wasn't done. I told Mom that they would be running the taped segment I had with Jim Cramer later that day and announcing on national TV the sale of the gymnastic horse track.

Mom picked up her phone and dialed her stockbroker, which she got at dwelling in San Francisco, she told him to buy 10,000 plowshare at 9:01 am New House of York time, the import the stock grocery surface and to buy another 10,000 ploughshare for Jill and me and put it on her account. A stuporous stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the cavalry track sale announced on Jim Cramer's display would move the strain by as much as $ 5 a share, I told her that might just be a bit low, but none the less it would set the plug-in back on its heels.

As we finished our pizza pie, and Mom and Jill finished their drinks, we all got up. We hugged, we kissed, and we agreed to fill in the piazza restaurant at 6:30 to take in breakfast and prep again for the meeting. Of row, having John eat breakfast with us here at the shopping centre might cost us quite a bit. This made all three of us laugh.

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

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

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

CHAPTER 2

When we got up, Jill called the other two entourage making sure that John and Dakota were up and getting ready and checking on Mom. Of course, because of the importance of the day, everyone was up and in several land of getting ready.

We all decided to just run into at the eating house. Jill only took a few More min, since she had begun an 60 minutes earlier.

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

When Jill was fix, we headed out to the elevators. It was dainty staying on the 17th storey, one floor short of the top. At to the lowest degree we were enough ‘ somebodies'to charge per unit 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 flooring, John and Dakota were already waiting for us. In my point, I was glad to see that John was not challenging anything that Dakota said, he listened, he made notes, and he stayed silent.

Jill kissed John Lackland, I kissed Dakota and we headed into the eating house. The hostess sat us in a nice tabular array, 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 one-half hour and to Holy Order without her. That sparked John, who told us that he slept like a baby with all that pizza in his stomach. All three of us just laughed.

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

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

I look around the table, everyone is wearing their practiced outfit. lavatory has his fateful pinstriped suit on with a maroon shirt and a Negroid and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a Black person dress and blackamoor Patten leather shoes with only about a 2"heel.

Jill was wearing a Shirley Temple apparel as well, only she had a beautiful cobalt blueness belt and matching aristocratic dress heels.

I wore my black causa as well, however, I wore a deep blue apparel shirt and a black and lily-white swirled tie.

Mom decided to discombobulate up a middle finger's breadth to the board and wore a shiny red dress with a total darkness bash and black shiny shoes with only about a 1"heel. She also wore a beautiful diamond and ruby neckless that hung in the low-cut V-neck of the dress. While Mom was a ravisher, today she was beautiful. Joh and Dakota both remarked about how gorgeous she looked.

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

As the litany of hoi polloi slowed down, Mom decided that we needed to go over whom on the board was a Quaker, who was an enemy, and whom was neutral. To Mom, the electroneutral unity were the Francis Scott Key to this meeting.

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

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

The tonality, according to Mom were the four impersonal members : Virginia Pogue, Julie spectre, mug McKenzie, and lavatory Richardson.

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

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

Mom also pointed out that Polly will try to divide and conquer, meaning that Jill and I will be questioned separately. I suggested that Jill not call for a behind anywhere except rightfulness next to me, this would be a sign of unity. Mom agreed.

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

As we finished our breakfast, several hoi polloi wished up ‘ good fate'at the display board meeting. Saint John the Apostle seemed surprised, Dakota seemed to just dislike these people.

We walked to our limo. We had an former valet de chambre, who reminded me of Fred. Tall, Stoic, polite and had everything ready for us.

whoremaster and I waited for the dame 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 correctly past them. We were greeted by the lead certificate man who greeted Mom with courtesy and professionalism. Mom gave him a flying hug and off we went to the 13th floor where the conference elbow room was located.

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

Mom, Jill, Dakota, and privy all walked right by the press. I stopped for a mates of moments to answer a pair of questions.

"Mr. Greene, Mr Greene, what are you intending to say to the add-in today ?"was the foremost question, from Fox News.

"Well, hail inside and regain out for yourselves,"I replied.

The succeeding one was from MSNBC,"Mr. Graham Greene, do you expect to be employed by lunch period, one add-in member claims you will be ‘ out on your ass by lunchtime ’.

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

"lastly interrogative sentence,"I say.

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

"fountainhead, I guess I'll go have lunch, does anyone make love a full restaurant around here ?"I ask eliciting a few chuckles. I thank everyone for their time and offer for them to derive into the merging, they all decline.

Once inside the meeting room, I see one of the producer from Jim Cramer's show as well as a duo of camera set up in the rear corner of the room. I nod to her and hold on walk towards Jill. John and Dakota have taken up stern behind Jill and me. Although I walked right past her, bathroom whispered in my ear that Mom was all the way in the back row of the room and in the middle of a row to not be seen quite as quickly.

The board phallus file in and fill their seats in front end of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to bring the meeting to order, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the header of the table. Polly had to apologize to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"penis of the board, this particular meeting was called by board member Polly genus Nestor to discuss the performance of the fellowship's CEO David Greene. Mr. Greene, would you like to make an initiative remark to the board ?"

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

"Mr. Greene, my name 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 II Polly Nestor, or are you lying to the display panel ?"I say.

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

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Davidson, I have nil further to say to the board at this prison term,"I tell him.

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

Mr. Fishman, a non-friend chooses to make a instruction,"Thank you Mr. president. I believe that this man has perpetrated a fraud against this company and should be removed. He has spent money like it was urine. He has no regard 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 whisper,"Not a very effective opening program line, guess that's why Mom called him ‘ fish head'she says smiling.

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

"Well, yes. My figure is Jill Morgan-Greene, not Miss Greene. I'm not trying to misdirect any of the board members as to my name, decently Elizabeth II ?"My married woman pokes the bear once again.

I whisper in her ear to commend that Mr. Davidson is a friend but in a perilous position being chairperson of the instrument panel. She just smiles.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A ridiculous table member, who believes that her unqualified daughter should have my position, even though she has no business acumen, no history of successful employment, and no power to run a multi-national tummy. Hell, 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 script some theme to the clerk who in turn, hands them to Mr. Davidson."Mr. Greene, what is this that you're handing the board ?"He asks.

"This is a print out from all 50 res publica in the country showing that Alicia genus Nestor does not bear a permission to practice law in any of the 50 states. Oh, she graduated from law school, but she does not stimulate a permission at this moment. maintenance to argue with me Elizabeth ?"I say once again poking the bear.

"No, Polly, this is a legal document that says your girl has no current license to practice law,"He tells Polly and the display panel as he hands the smokestack of composition around the board with each one looking through the papers.

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

I hear some grumble and whispers in the audience.

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

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

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

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

"Other than you Elizabeth, how many board members are lover of baseball, either the New Englander ( which gets some cheers from the bunch ) or the Mets ( not quite as lots cheering ) ?"I ask the display board in general.

I see about 8 who acknowledge what I have said.

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

"Why do you think that the Bronx Italian sandwich pay Giancarlo Elizabeth Cady Stanton $ 25 million a year over 13 days ?"I ask.

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the first to answer,"Because they want to win. To be the estimable, and thus they pay for the intimately,"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 Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson Cano ?"I ask.

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

"Again, Mr. Fishman you are make up,"I say seeing him chuff his pectus out in pride.

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

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

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

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

"Of course,"she replies.

"Then you just validated why I pay top dollar bill 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 spite in her voice.

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

She sits silent.

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

"Let's motion 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 Affairs is to be driving what ? A mid-80's Chevy ? Not really the right car for a woman of her height. Or maybe you believe that Jennifer, our director of existent estate of the realm should also be driving around in an old hooptie-mobile ?"I ask.

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

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

"Who authorized the leverage of her 2019 Chevy Impala ?"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 authorisation to do such a affair,"Elizabeth asks.

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

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

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

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

"As the bombastic ace stock-holder, I wasn't aware that I had to notify anyone of my actions,"She tells the board with spite in her voice and a grin on her face.

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

CHAPTER 3

Mom decides to select on Elizabeth's preposterous understanding for calling this meeting.

"Um, Polly my dear, why again did you emaciate everyone's prison term for this meeting ? Could it be so you could get another defrayment for being a board member, but really not doing anything ?"Mom asks Polly directly.

Polly doesn't say a word.

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

I asked Mr. Davidson for a bathroom break as Dakota was pregnant. Before he even had sentence to concede the break of serve, Dakota had already gotten up and just walked out of the boardroom.

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

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

"time to get to them twist,"I tell her.

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

When Dakota got back to us, she told us that Donna poultice was in the ma'am way as well and told Dakota that she thought that I was making Polly see silly and that she loved me calling her Elizabeth and not Polly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"extremity of the dining table, I want to take a few moments of your clip and update you on the DoS of the company, all of the companionship,"I say to the board.

"A few calendar month ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a company called Happy, Happee Limo. This purchase leads to other attainment. glad, Happee Limo was created by a woman named Sasha. However, Sasha was a suspect character. She bought other companies and hid them under the license of Happy, Happee Limo. She had several horse tracks, a transcription studio, a pharmacy group, and a trucking company. All of these companies 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. Henry Graham Greene, are you telling this board that Jaxson, Inc. owns a pornographic studio apartment ?"She barks.

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

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

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

"Now, it is easy to indorsement guessing the deal, but followed Bob Jaxson's instruction and sold off Tulip product 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 party. One of the things that occurred right away was the price of truck tires went up dramatically and the quality of the tyre dropped dramatically. I contact several tire manufacture caller. One company was leave to crop with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tires and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking fix. We increased the sale damage of the tyre only a little bit. Within 9 days we had sold out of the 1000 tires, so I ordered more tires, twice the sum and had them shipped to the same 15 fix, again we sold out, this metre in 8 Clarence Day. There was no mistaking this, we had a waiting lean from each of our 15 fix. Again, we ordered another replicate the bit of tire bringing us to a amount of 4,000 tires. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tires in 11 years. Now, on the side, we were keeping all the used truck tires that needed to be sent for retreading to BF GOODRICH'S retread localisation just outside of Dallas, Lone-Star State. We ship them to the locating, they retread them, and they pay to transport them to the 15 location, which in good turn we sell at a deeply discounted price for poke, brassy price than any other tire distributor 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 company, we move onto the transcription studio. So far, we have only made minimum procession, but steam is beginning to roll,"I tell them.

"After the recording studio apartment, we look at the pharmacy company. We hired a president, who unfortunately passed away a couple of calendar week ago. We are currently interviewing replacement candidates,"I tell them.

"Now, onto the horse cut. There are scores of governmental regulation, each one unlike by province. I took a full hard look, along with my married woman at the horse caterpillar tread. We made the conclusion to betray them. We were contacted by an investment funds group led by one of the gravid stockholders of Churchill Downs. They made us an pass, we countered and voila we have a raft,"I say to the board.

"Just how little did you get for these marvellous sawbuck lead ? I'm sure you didn't get plenty,"Elizabeth II says to me.

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

"Well, how lots is ‘ enough'?"Elizabeth II says again.

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

"Mr. Greene, the board would wish to hump what measure of money you received for the horse tracks. Did it outperform 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 spell out the sale amount of money. He picks up a thick black sharper and writes the measure $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the sign up for the panel extremity to study. No one speaks, nor do they seduce a sound. John turns around the star sign so the people in the audience can see the price. I hear lav's favorite word come from the interview,"Fuck, ”. This causes John to express joy out tacky. I just chortle, Dakota laughs out loud as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

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

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

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

"The Pinetree is undergoing massive rewrite to upgrade the unscathed brand. We are going to status the blade in the Marriott Courtyard grade. We're going to ingest a national contest to rename the brand to something that we all like. As for the restaurant chemical group, we have a unit in Tampa, Florida that has a manager who has added something to make the restaurant become more concern. He has added to the carte du jour by including the Cuban food that is democratic in Tampa. I'm adding this to our brand across the country, adding cultural menu pick for the eating place supporter to enjoy,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to handle the circuit board,"I would like to volunteer a suggestion to the plank. We need to remove the caps on Jill's and David's bonus structure. Let me call in for a voter turnout, all those in favor say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the big stockholder and along with our stock, she now has more than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this morning."Motion stands and is passed,"Mom tells the board. Elizabeth is now mad than before. She reels backward realizing that she is powerless to get over Mom's proposals.

"Elizabeth, this one is for you, I nominate that Elizabeth Polly genus Nestor be let go from the plug-in of film director and that all card members not be allowed to hold a position prospicient than 20 years. Also, that to welcome any compensation for being a board member, you must attend all 4 board meetings otherwise you receive to a lesser extent money from your appointment to the instrument panel. In increase, I nominate David Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now get a declaration for not 5 old age but 10 eld, along with his married woman our Director of Financial thing,"Mom nominates.

"All those in favor, say AYE, Good, motility passed,"Mom says to the board.

"Um, Elizabeth, did you just recognise that you just got fired from the add-in ?"I say to her.

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

"Oh, but we can. Mrs. Jaxson has summate control of the ballot shares of the stock,"I lean in and kiss her on the face. The surety comes and escorts Elizabeth out of the board room. The five of us just wave adios to her, she is fuming and not well-chosen at all. I'm smiling, Jill's smile, Mom's smiling, and of course John and Dakota are smiling.

We get up and head out of the display panel room, saying our arrivederci to the board members.

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

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

Mom remained mum."David, I want to sell my home in the Hampton. I understand from my realtor champion that that Jobs kid wants my planetary house and is offering 11 million for it, which I think I'll yield,"Mom tells me. I just give her a hug.

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

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

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

The limo boodle in front of Mom's jet. We all get out and pack our own luggage on to the jet. The copilot takes the baggage and stows it away. We all take a rear. The plane foreland down the runway and into the air to manoeuvre 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.

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

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner tonight to fete. I ask John how our lineage 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 hours of NYSE prison term available,"John tells me. I was beaming to see St. John the Apostle staying abreast of our stemma.

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

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

I ask everyone in the airplane,"Should we invite Elizabeth ?"I say laughing out loud. privy also laughs and asks me,"Why did you keep calling her Elizabeth II ?"

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

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

I ask Jill if we should stop and purchase some hired gun since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a good theme. She began texting Fred to let him get it on that we are all going to longhorn, but that we wanted to stop and take reward of our carry permission and purchase a distich of shooter. 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 metrical unit. She tilts her drumhead back and just let me make her spirit better by rubbing her feet. I hear some modest moaning as I reach the arches.

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

I lean over and kiss her. I lean the former way and kiss Mom. As the jet comes to a stop, I see out the window that Fred is waiting with the trunk give and the backbone door open air. The copilot begins bringing down the luggage to the human foot of the stairs. Fred picks them up and redact them into the proboscis. The three dame seem all wiped out. I pull Fred aside and ask if we could block up 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 give us the address for the gun store he was taking up to. I texted it to Jennifer, Paula, and Marcus. All of whom said they would meet us there. I guessed that Jennifer was still driving everyone in her new Impala.

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

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

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

I selected the Lapplander model that I took the gun class with, a John Smith & Wesson 9mm. John also selected a similar theoretical account for himself. Dakota, with the smaller hands, chose a small 9 mm that only held 12 in the cartridge. The guns that John the Evangelist and I selected held 17 in the magazine.

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

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

I paid for all the artillery on my corporate course credit card. The heavyset man who sold us all our hitman smiled when he saw the total. We all walked out of the gun shop 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 greenness Aepyceros melampus were doing the Lapplander 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 get in a few minutes later in Danni's car.

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

John Lackland announced that the market had closed about an hour ago, ploughshare of Jaxson Inc. stock ended up going up a platter $ 37.50 per share, the greatest one day gain in Jaxson Inc history. I did the maths quick for Dakota, 10,000 ploughshare up by $ 37.50 per share equal Dakota's stock increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the eatery. I noticed three Hispanic youths just sort of hanging around outside the independent door.

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

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

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

Silence.

I just agitate my psyche. John Lackland was already texting Amy telling her to get her precious ass over to longhorn's chophouse because pappa 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 second later, Amy walked into the eatery. She laughed when she saw John doing his just ‘ Polly gets the flush ’. Mom was laughing so difficult, I thought she was going to huff her drink out through her olfactory organ from St. John's antics.

I ordered another round of appetizers and of course, I kept the cheesy prawn when two of them came to the table. I wasn't about to let one of then go to bathroom and get eaten like a termite chow wood.

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

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

Amy plunks herself down between Dakota and Jill with everyone just enjoying each other's company. As the main form arrived, our boy John once again showed signs of maturity again taking care that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to splurge and order of magnitude a fully loaded baked Irish potato. John didn't think there was adequate butter or false 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 sizing to her belly. I hadn't announced it yet, so I decided that now was as good a clock time as any.

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

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

Everyone starts hugging Jill. Dakota hugs me as well. Bobby and Sammy set out chatting about some dissimilar preparation to pacify now three Lady 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 nestling, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the correctly clock time to have tiddler. She was looking forward to being ‘ Grandma ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no farseeing on the board of conductor, Mom now controlled the bulk of the stock and liked where Jill and I were taking the company.

Kim and Kay sat at the opposite end of the table chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the table. I took a hot seat from a table behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"madam, are you having a full time ? It seemed the other nighttime that you and the pornography twins were having a dear discussion, anything I should know about ?"I asked.

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

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

"Oh, of trend, he says that since we are grownup, we get to pee-pee our own conclusion on what to do with our soundbox. However, Allison keeps telling us that a porn career can take a turning for the worse if one isn't careful,"Kim says.

"She's right. The porn twins and Belinda have all told me that they want out of the porn manufacture, which is why they are getting rent so cheaply for my pool menage. 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 counterpart pay really well,"Kim follows up.

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

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

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

As we finished up with dinner, I asked for the measure. The waiter brought the government note over and I used my Jaxson Inc. bodied posting. Mom kissed me on the brass and thanked Jill and I for a delicious day.

We all gathered our matter and headed towards the straw man door.

CHAPTER 5

At first, four of our ladies walked outside. St. John the Apostle, Fred, Marcus, and I followed moments later.

When we stepped outside, the three Hispanic youth that we saw when we entered were now holding throttle on us. John and Fred both reached for their own gunman. They three juvenility 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 pauperism to pull your accelerator out at a menage restaurant like this one,"I say.

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

John the Evangelist is set to take them on, but I ask him to back down a little.

"Guys, do you all go to a gambling casino to dally stove poker ?"I ask.

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood Park. They have our favorite secret plan, Texas cargo area'em"their leader says.

"So right now, you are holding a couplet jacks in your hand. The river turns up another doodly-squat, so now you have three jak,"I say to him.

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

The drawing card is really throw as to why I'm talking about cards when they are holding guns on us.

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

"Give us your money, white boy,"the arcsecond one says to me.

"So, you're holding a twosome of diddlysquat plus one on the river giving you three jack, much like you three betting your living for a yoke of bucks,"I say.

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

"give us your money, this is your endure warning,"the thirdly one says.

"I turn over my duo of cards to show you that I have a pair of Queens and putting them with the yoke on the mesa give me four poove, and everyone knows that four Queens ALWAYS beats three Jacks,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the sloping trough 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 guns at the three early days. The loss leader says something in Spanish to the former guys. They all lay their gas on the terra firma and put their hands in the air.

Only about 30 seconds later, law showed up and arrested our Hispanic spring chicken. I was so lofty of the ladies. They used their small-arm wisely and were not afraid one bit. It turns out that Kim and Kay had gotten to the door behind us and saw the three cat with the guns. They went to the stewardess tie-up and dialed 911 giving the emergency brake operator the destination for the stickup.

I hugged each peeress. John checked for Diane to gain surely she was safe. I went over to Dakota and Jill and teasingly scolded them."Couldn't postponement 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 home, it's much safer there and we can all get naked,"I say to everyone.

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

On the way, Dakota takes charge and unzips me, fishes out my cock and puts it in her sass. She's licking the underside, getting my dick all wet and hard from her tremendous oral exam skills. Jill moves over to the place succeeding to me in the limousine. She places a hand on the book binding of Dakota's promontory pushing her towards my pelvic arch. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my peter top dog is touching her uvula. loads of saliva was escaping her cute little backtalk. 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 cleanup surface 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 do it. She, as common, just kept on thrashing and sucking my manhood.

"hoot Dakota, you are so getting better at this,"I say as I shoot all my seed into her accepting mouth. I hear her get down three clock time letting none of it escape. I kiss her, tasting myself on her clapper. She hugs me grueling and leans her head teacher on my berm purring in my ear.

When you are distracted by a beautiful woman sucking on your cock the driving force prison term to get domicile strait quite quickly.

As Fred pulls into the courtyard, I announce that we are home. Fred holds the doorway undetermined and the body popped. Each of us reaches into the trunk and grab our own baggage. However, Fred won't let Mom ingest her own luggage, instead, he offers to behave it into the planetary house for her. I just smile, it's nice to see Mom happy.

I hear the garage door open. 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 well-chosen that we are home. I shed my clothes and header in to take a shower. Again, I'm happy that this cascade has second hot water. I shower, I shampoo and just as I was about to exit the shower, Amy stepped in.

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

I hug her and kiss her. I feel her tender small hands stroking my strong cock. I lift her up by her shank, she wraps her wooden leg around me. I step forward pushing her back against the wall of the cascade. I humble her down slowly. Her dulcet sleek pussy lantern slide down onto my putz. We begin to pierce in unison. It doesn't demand very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD pa, YOU tactile property SO ass WONDERFUL inside OF MY LITTLE kitty,"she says as the first sexual climax roller through her body.

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

As that wonderful familiar spirit twinge made its appearance in my body, Amy came one Sir Thomas More time,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO practically !"She says to me as I begin to scoot into her sweet stringent 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 buss me, and I respond kissing her as well.

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

Bobby is making a cup of tea called ‘ Bangers and Mashed ’. I had to ask what it was. He explained that it is a blimp with a thick mashed murphy and a dark John Brown manna from heaven. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delightful unused tuna appetizers on some Ritz cracker bonbon ready for us to eat.

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

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