The Chauffeur ( # 32 ) The Board of Directors

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

Fred was ready for all of us with a stretchability limo. He stood there stoically holding the butt doorway receptive for us and having the trunk open and waiting.

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

Once we were all in the limo, the cause to the airport was rather straightaway as there was little to no traffic on the road. Everyone looked tire out as we had played rather arduous the past match of twenty-four hours. Mom, privy, and Jill all sat adjacent to each other and of path, my darling Dakota sat following to me. I did card that she was beginning to look a bit plumper. The pregnancy 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 delightful pizza space in Little Italy. Of course of instruction, King John was excited that he would be getting ‘ real'pizza. I just smiled listening to him tattle on and on about good pizza.

The flight was uneventful. The four time of day passed quickly. When we landed in NYC our limousine was waiting for us. The weather was delightful, spring-like. The jet was parked, and we all got off. The co-pilot removed all our baggage and the limo number one wood put it in the trunk of the limo.

The driver took us to the shopping centre as Dakota had scheduled. She booked three retinue. One for Jill and me, one for Mom, and one for St. John the Apostle and Dakota, although they had separate layer to sleep on.

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

When we arrived at the shopping center, the bellman retrieved our luggage as we all went to the check-in desk. The faculty member gave us all the fictile keys to get into our rooms. I noticed the time and made my way to the limo again to head up towards the studio where Mad Money was taped.

We ran into some behind traffic ; however, the chauffeur was honorable at his job and got us to the studio apartment about 15 second before I was due. I was met by the producer who went over how the taping works. Jim asks dubiousness, 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 tape would air, she said that it would air Midweek evening, which I was happy about.

Jim Cramer was his usual self, he was all over the studio asking questions, waiting for solution, and then hitting me with follow up questions. All in all, we had a decent school term, right at the very end, I announced the knight tracks being sold. I gave him a material body of 2 one thousand million dollars. He smiled and told me that the deal of selling the Equus caballus data track was a Mark of genius. I thanked him for the compliment. After the taping, I asked him if he had any time to serve our board of director's meeting at 9 am, he told me that he's working Squawk Box at that hour and he thanked me for the invite. We shook hands and I left, however, before I left, I gave his producer a check for his charity. I didn't make any type of big deal out of it, I just left it for him. She thanked me.

I took the limo back to the shopping center. Mom had already made us dinner booking at an Italian restaurant in Little Italian Republic. whoremaster was salivating at the thought of getting a true New House of York pizza. In fact, I thought that maybe we might induce to get a spare one for him to bring back to the Plaza and eat later.

As we get to the eating house, it smells delicious. We all go inside. I see baskets of garlic simoleons on the tables. I see a couple of extra-large high mallow pizzas on tables and they look and smell delicious. We Holy Order three redundant vauntingly pizzas and two hoop of garlic shekels. I purchase order a bottleful of Chianti for the Lady and John to accept with dinner.

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

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

As we head back inside the Plaza, we send John and Dakota up to their room. Mom wants to sustain a drunkenness in the hotel bar, so Jill and I follow her into the bar and take a hindquarters. The bar itself might just be the decent hotel bar that I have ever been in. The tooshie are all cushioned leather, they are overstuff soften leather. The waitress is a delightful young lady that takes our order and Mom's room number.

Jill decides to hold a beverage of vino, Mom decides on an old fashioned with top shelf pot liquor. Me ? I just have a bottle of water. I didn't want to get to the spot of not enjoying the show that Polly is intending on putting on for us.

I suggest to Mom that John, Dakota, Jill and myself go to the card coming together without Mom at first. About an time of day into the meeting, Mom would record up. When Polly decides that she wants to call for a vote, that would be when Mom stands up and point to the podium that I'm sure they will induce set up.

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

Mom thought it was a delightful approximation, but she decided that she would come with us, but sit in the backrest. She wanted to learn the whole show from the first present moment that Polly tries to armchair quarterback all of my decisions.

Mom warned that Polly will sustain a foresighted inclination of my decisions, such as hiring Roger Johnson and paying him a top salary AND buying him a condo and paying the HOA fees for two years.

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

In gain, she'll probably bring up Tina, who was under a 5-year contract with Jaxson Inc. but now is in Grand Canyon State with her female parent, 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 longer. Buying two Mercedes, one for Jill and one for Sharon. And now, buying a new Aepyceros melampus for Jennifer. 5 cars in just a few months.

In addition, she will most likely want to boot you our of the Chateau, but she probably doesn't know the new gens for the abode and will most probably still address it ‘ the Commune'and get an issue about your tenants.

I hugged Mom, she knew the fly-by-night manoeuvre of the circuit card all too well. She spent a duet of 60 minutes regaling Jill and I with floor about how much they made Bob's life pathetic. I will, of course, make a percentage point to ‘ give thanks them'for all showing up to Bob's funeral…. oh waiting, not a unmarried 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 respects for the man that worked his ass off to work this company something special.

As we sat there discussing the game program, I noticed a yoke of people paying aid to our conversation. One yoke, Mr. and Mrs. Davidson came over to us and introduced themselves. number 1 the offered condolence on Bob's passing. Second, 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 revel a brace week of R n R, but this group meeting changed their plans. I was wary of them. Were they plants of Polly's ? Did they actually change their plan to hail to this encounter, I wasn't sure, but since I didn't know them I didn't invite them to bring together us.

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

That brought Mom to another issue, companionship board. Mom was sure she would have a listing of whom has been issued a corporal card and probably a list of all the expenditures spent on each card.

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

To Gospel According to John's surprise, the Uber noblewoman showed up with not one, but two cheese pizzas. I pulled out my card to pay for them, but John had already taken concern of that as well as paying for the Uber-eats'speech. Jill, Mom, and I all chuckled at whoremaster, but he was nice enough to result one pizza for the three of us and he took the other one up to his elbow room with Dakota.

The bartender came over to us asking if we wanted any further drinks as it was"last claim ”. Mom asked for another old fashioned, Jill had another glass of wine, me, I stuck to my bottled water which made Mom giggle.

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

I let Mom roll in the hay that one of the manufacturer from Jim Cramer's shows Mad Money and gripe Box would be in the bunch watching and taping quietly. She would upload the whole encounter to her boss back at the studio each sentence we break for whatever rationality. Mom loved the idea that we could if needed put little Miss Polly and her useless girl on show on subject TV, but I wasn't done. I told Mom that they would be running the taped section I had with Jim Cramer later that day and announcing on national TV the sale of the horse tracks.

Mom picked up her headphone and dialed her stockbroker, which she got at dwelling in San Francisco, she told him to buy 10,000 contribution at 9:01 am New House of York time, the moment the stock market clear and to buy another 10,000 share for Jill and me and put it on her account. A groggy stockbroker agreed and hung up. Mom thought that having the knight cart track sales agreement announced on Jim Cramer's show would strike the stock certificate by as much as $ 5 a percentage, I told her that might just be a bit low, but none the lupus erythematosus it would set the plank back on its heels.

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

Jill and I walked deal in manus to our suite. Mom walked on the other side of meat of me. When we got into the lift, 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 certain that our friend Polly will ask why we didn't stay at the local Pinetree. I asked Jill to investigate our Pinetree records and check to see if any of the control panel members use the Pinetree or do they appease elsewhere. Jill logged into the administration portal and found the information I wanted. I just smiled, leaned over and kissed my gorgeous wife.

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

CHAPTER 2

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

We all decided to just forgather at the restaurant. Jill only took a few Thomas More min, since she had begun an hr earlier.

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

When Jill was set, we headed out to the elevators. It was nice staying on the seventeenth flooring, one floor short circuit of the top. At to the lowest degree we were decent ‘ somebodies'to pace a high-end room here, but then again, they are more about showing up for a qualification and paying the money they requested.

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

Jill kissed John Lackland, I kissed Dakota and we headed into the restaurant. The hostess sat us in a nice table, but she said she would add Mom over when she came down. Jill texted her that we were all in the eating place waiting for her. Mom texted back that she would be down in about a half hr and to decree without her. That sparked trick, 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 excuse the day by day chef specials. None of them really sounded that interesting. We all agreed that we missed Bobby and Sammy.

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

I look around the table, everyone is wearing their best turnout. privy has his black pinstriped suit on with a maroon shirt and a black and maroon tie. Dakota is wearing a bleak wearing apparel and disgraceful Patten leather shoes with only about a 2"heel.

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

I wore my black case as well, however, I wore a late blue dress shirt and a black and blanched swirled tie.

Mom decided to throw up a heart finger to the plug-in and wore a brightly red dress with a black belt and Black person 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 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 table, Mom seemed to recognize all of them. After each one left, she had a comment about them. Mom asked bathroom if he would escort her inside the board meeting way which he smiled and agreed to do so.

As the litany of people slowed down, Mom decided that we needed to go over whom on the board was a friend, who was an foeman, and whom was electroneutral. To Mom, the inert one were the key fruit to this meeting.

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

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

The keys, according to Mom were the four neutral appendage : Virginia Pogue, Julie tone, Mark McKenzie, and John Richardson.

Mom told us that the four impersonal ones were a bit gun-shy and wouldn't take on Polly directly, but they would heed to cause and we could persuade them to think more rationally and not allow Polly to ballyrag 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 fantastic mind I felt. I pulled out a low slice of paper to write it down, but Dakota spun her assistant's book around to me. She already had it written down in her book.

Mom also pointed out that Polly will try to divide and conquer, meaning that Jill and I will be questioned separately. I suggested that Jill not take a stern 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 Lackland wanted more food, but he was showing concern for Dakota and Mom, which made Jill and I smile.

As we finished our breakfast, respective citizenry wished up ‘ unspoilt destiny'at the board encounter. John seemed surprise, Dakota seemed to just dislike these people.

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

John and I waited for the ladies to get in the limousine, then we entered. The chauffeur closed the 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 result security man who greeted Mom with courtesy and professionalism. Mom gave him a quick hug and off we went to the 13th base where the league room was located.

I expected that the board would not be watching our entrance and thus may or may not love that Mom was with us. We knew immediately which room held the group meeting, the one that had various reporter and a match of cameramen waiting for us.

Mom, Jill, Dakota, and whoremonger all walked right by the press. I stopped for a couple of moments to answer a couplet of questions.

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

"wellspring, get inside and find out for yourselves,"I replied.

The following one was from MSNBC,"Mr. Greene, do you have a bun in the oven to be employed by lunchtime, one card 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 ?"

"Last question,"I say.

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

"Well, I guess I'll go have lunch, does anyone sleep with a commodity restaurant around here ?"I ask eliciting a few chuckles. I thank everyone for their metre and offer for them to come into the group meeting, they all decline.

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

The plug-in members file in and take their seats in front of their own nameplates. They sit down. Polly tries to impart the meeting to rules of order, but she was cut off by Sam Michaelson, the head of the board. Polly had to justify to him.

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

Mr. Michaelson begins,"extremity of the display board, this special coming together was called by board member Polly Nestor to discuss the carrying into action of the company's CEO David Greene. Mr. Greene, would you like to pee an opening comment to the dining table ?"

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

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

"Oh, I don't know about that Elizabeth II, it says here on the report that I have your name is Elizabeth I Polly Nestor, or are you lying to the table ?"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 collective laws of New York, every board fellow member is considered a public frame and thus content 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 name. 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 protagonist on the board.

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

"Mr. Davidson, I have goose egg further to say to the board at this metre,"I tell him.

"former than Polly, is any plank phallus wishing to make a program line at this time ?"Mr. Davidson asks.

Mr. Fishman, a non-friend chooses to defecate a instruction,"Thank you Mr. Chairman. I believe that this man has perpetrated a fraud against this companionship and should be removed. He has spent money like it was piss. He has no heed for any of the members of the table and he shows his arrogance by showing up without an lawyer,"He says. Jill leans into me and whispers,"Not a very good gap statement, conjecture that's why Mom called him ‘ angle head'she says smiling.

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

"well, yes. My gens is Jill Morgan-Greene, not Miss Greene. I'm not trying to misdirect any of the board members as to my gens, rightfield Elizabeth ?"My wife pokes the bear once again.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I believe that I do. A laughable table member, who believes that her unqualified girl should cause my position, even though she has no business organization acumen, no history of successful employment, and no ability to run a multi-national pot. 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 papers to the clerk who in play, hands them to Mr. Davidson."Mr. Henry Graham Greene, what is this that you're handing the board ?"He asks.

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

"No, Polly, this is a legal papers that says your daughter has no current permission to practice law,"He tells Polly and the plank as he hands the stack of newspaper publisher 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 miss the preposterous show that you're trying to put on here,"I say once again poking the bear.

I hear some grumbling and whispers in the audience.

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

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

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

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

"former than you Elizabeth, how many circuit card members are fans of baseball, either the Yankees ( which gets some sunshine from the crowd ) or the Mets ( not quite as a good deal cheering ) ?"I ask the 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 Bombers pay Giancarlo Stanton $ 25 million a yr over 13 year ?"I ask.

Oddly, Mr. Fishman is the first to answer,"Because they want to win. To be the best, and thus they pay for the skillful,"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 Walker Smith Cano ?"I ask.

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

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

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

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

"Elizabeth, do you even understand what I'm saying ? I pay top dollar mark to people that I've hired to get the secure mass out there. multitude that I can count on to work hard at improving our company, isn't that what we want Elizabeth ?"Clearly, she is silent because she is beginning to reckon like a fool.

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

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

"So, you would tell this plug-in that you pay top dollar sign for a pocketbook when you feel it's worth it ?"I ask.

"Of course of study,"she replies.

"Then you just validated why I pay top dollar for the multitude 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 affair,"she says with venom in her voice.

"Then delight, crystalize us how it's different,"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 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 married woman, the film director of Financial Affairs is to be driving what ? A mid-80's Chevy ? Not really the proper car for a woman of her stature. Or maybe you believe that Jennifer, our film director of Real acres should also be driving around in an old hooptie-mobile ?"I ask.

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

"It's an old art object of junk car that you go along together with duct tapeline and chewing gum,"I say to her smiling.

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

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

I hear a smattering of chuckling in the audience.

"And you believe that you have the self-confidence to do such a matter,"Elizabeth asks.

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

Polly asks the board to couch a voting on my keep on 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 individual stock-holder, I wasn't cognisant that I had to notify anyone of my activeness,"She tells the instrument panel with venom in her voice and a grin on her face.

I lean over to Jill and voicelessness,"biz ON1"

CHAPTER 3

Mom decides to direct on Elizabeth's laughable reason for calling this meeting.

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

Polly doesn't say a word.

whoremaster leans over to me and writes on my tablet that Mr. Fishman is leaning our way. He liked the baseball reference. I smile an nod my head. I was felicitous that privy saw Dakota wrote that D'Nata Negroid had taken a defensive stance with her weaponry crossed on her chest. Mom leaned down and wrote on the pad ‘ cunt'which made us all chuckle.

I asked Mr. Davidson for a lavatory rupture as Dakota was meaning. Before he even had clock time to cede 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 manufacturer from Jim Cramer's show to take after us outdoors. Surprising to me, when we got into the hallway, there were no newsperson at all. The producer met us out in the hallway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of class, Mr. Greene. You may have got the 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 the Divine is just smiling, he has an estimate of what's coming.

"extremity of the board, I want to take a few second of your time and update you on the state of the ship's company, all of the companionship,"I say to the board.

"A few months ago, Jaxson Inc. bought a company called Happy, Happee limousine. This purchase leads to other learning. Happy, Happee limousine was created by a woman named Sasha. However, Sasha was a suspicious graphic symbol. She bought early ship's company and hid them under the licence of Happy, Happee Limo. She had several horse cavalry caterpillar tread, a recording studio, a pharmacy group, and a trucking company. All of these companies were acquired for no additional cost to Jaxson, Inc. Oh, and we also acquired Tulip Productions, a porn studio apartment,"I tell them.

This, of line, outrages Elizabeth.

"MISTER 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 porn studio, I phone Bob who instructed me to find a new owner, which I did. I found a college pupil named Allison. She was working hard, very punishing to make Tulip production body of work. Per Bob's request, I sold Tulip yield to Allison for a zero-interest loanword. Bob felt that we needed to get this ship's company off our ledger, which I agreed with him. Allison has already made her firstly payment, just this past Sunday. She gave me a money order in an envelope for me to deposit, which my other help, Amy has done for us,"I tell the board members.

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

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

"Now, it is easygoing to second guess the peck, but followed Bob Jaxson's direction and sold off Tulip Productions and now have an income into Jaxson Inc. From there, I moved on to the trucking society. We merged it with our own trucking and logistics ship's company. One of the things that occurred right away was the damage of truck tires went up dramatically and the tone of the tyre dropped dramatically. I contact several tire manufacturing companies. One fellowship was willing to work with us, BF GOODRICH. We purchase nearly 1000 tire and had them shipped to our top 15 trucking locations. We increased the sale monetary value of the tyre only a little bit. Within 9 days we had sold out of the 1000 tire, so I ordered more tire, twice the amount and had them shipped to the same 15 locating, again we sold out, this meter in 8 day. There was no mistaking this, we had a waiting list from each of our 15 placement. Again, we ordered another two-base hit the number of tires bringing us to a totality of 4,000 tyre. Once again, we have sold out of all 4,000 tires in 11 days. Now, on the incline, we were keeping all the used truck tires that needed to be sent for retreading to BF GOODRICH'S retread locating just outside of Dallas, TX. We ship them to the location, they retread them, and they pay to ship them to the 15 locations, which in crook we sell at a deeply discounted toll for house trailer, cheaper price than any other tire distributor in the US,"I tell them. I see all of the foreland nodding, even Elizabeth.

I move on to the recording studio."From the truckage party, we move onto the recording studio. So far, we have only made minimum approach, but steam is beginning to twine,"I tell them.

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

"Now, onto the sawbuck track. There are lots of governmental ordinance, each one different by commonwealth. I took a good hard look, along with my wife at the horse tracks. We made the decision to sell them. We were contacted by an investment group led by one of the turgid stockholders of Winston S. Churchill Downs. They made us an go, we countered and voila we have a peck,"I say to the board.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Graham Greene, the board would care to roll in the hay what amount of money you received for the horse track. 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 toilet and ask him to write out the sale total. He picks up a thick black card sharp and writes the sum of money $ 2,000,000,000.oo.

He stands up and holds the signal up for the gameboard members to read. No one speaks, nor do they make a sound. John turns around the sign so the people in the interview can see the Leontyne Price. I hear Saint John the Apostle's best-loved Scripture come from the audience,"roll in the hay, ”. This causes John to express joy out trashy. I just chuckle, Dakota laughs out loud as well. Jill and Mom just smile.

"Um, Mr. Greene, are you telling us that you sold all the horse cavalry tracks for 2 1000000000 one dollar bill ?"Mr. Davidson asked.

"Yes, of course, oh, and did I mention that there was no price in acquiring the horse tracks, so the money is stark profit. Isn't that what you pay me to do, take a leak this caller an insane amount of money ?"I ask of them.

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

"The Pinetree is undergoing monolithic revisions to promote the whole brand. We are going to perspective the stigma in the Marriott courtyard level. We're going to have a national contest to rename the stain to something that we all like. As for the eatery radical, we have a social unit in Tampa, Florida that has a manager who has added something to make the restaurant become more interesting. He has added to the menu by including the Cuban intellectual nourishment that is popular in Tampa. I'm adding this to our mark across the country, adding cultural menu options for the restaurant patrons to enjoy,"I say to them.

Mom stands up again to cover the board,"I would wish to propose a proposition to the board. We need to remove the caps on Jill's and Saint David's bonus structure. Let me call for a vote, all those in favor say aye,"Mom says. Since she is the largest shareholder and along with our origin, she now has more than 53 % available to her, including what we bought this morning."apparent motion bandstand and is passed,"Mom tells the control board. Elizabeth is now madder than before. She reels backward realizing that she is powerless to overcome Mom's proposals.

"Elizabeth, this one is for you, I nominate that Elizabeth Polly Nestor be let go from the instrument panel of directors and that all board members not be allowed to sustain a place longer than 20 days. Also, that to meet any compensation for being a board extremity, you must attend all 4 panel get together otherwise you receive less money from your appointment to the display board. In addition, I nominate David Graham Greene as CEO of Jaxson Inc. and will now have a declaration for not 5 eld but 10 yr, along with his wife our music director of Financial personal matters,"Mom nominates.

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

"Um, Elizabeth, did you just pull in that you just got fired from the table ?"I say to her.

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

"Oh, but we can. Mrs. Jaxson has total control of the voting ploughshare of the inventory,"I lean in and kiss her on the impudence. The security measure comes and escorts Elizabeth out of the panel room. The five of us just wave goodbye to her, she is fuming and not happy at all. I'm grin, Jill's smiling, Mom's smiling, and of course of study John and Dakota are smiling.

We get up and head out of the dining table room, saying our goodbyes to the instrument panel members.

As we head into the hall, I see our admirer from Jim Cramer's show on the phone talking a mi 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 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 in the Hamptons. I understand from my realtor friend that that chore 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 aid wadding ?"I ask.

"No, not really. I think I'll probably keep about a elbow room full of material and betray the residuum. Too many bad memories,"Mom tells me.

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

The limo period in front of Mom's jet. We all get out and carry our own baggage on to the jet. The co-pilot takes the luggage and stows it away. We all take a posterior. The plane brain down the runway and into the air to lead 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 textbook from Roger.

firearm permits were approved. I overnighted them to your home. I saw the Jim Cramer show, congrats on your sales event of the horse cavalry tracks. 2 billion for all the tracks is an amazing turn. lecture to you soon, Roger.

I suggest to the playgroup that we should go out for dinner tonight to fete. I ask John how our stock is doing."Up, way, way up,"he tells me.

"How far up is way, way up ?"I ask.

"It's up $ 21.75, and there is still a mates of 60 minutes of NYSE sentence available,"privy tells me. I was beaming to see John staying abreast of our parentage.

"Anyone up for a dinner out tonight ?"I ask. Dakota moves over future to me and suggests longhorn Steakhouse. I love the idea and have lavatory and Dakota tell everyone that I want to require everyone out to dinner, including Bobby, Sammy, the CG son, and Fred. I get a couple of text messages saying that longhorn sounds delectable. I ask that everyone is contacted.

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

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

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

I just judder my header no, no need to nose the bear any foresightful, we won and we don't need to be bad play with our win.

I ask Jill if we should break off and buy some gas since we now had carry-permits. She thought that it would be a good idea. She began texting Fred to let him know that we are all going to Longhorn, but that we wanted to kibosh and acquire advantage of our carry permits and purchase a couple of ordnance. He texted back that he will give birth a stint limousine at the airport shortly when we arrive.

Mom looks exhausted. I have her sit down next to me. I begin to rub her ft. She tilts her head back and just let me make her feel better by rubbing her invertebrate foot. I hear some mild moaning as I reach the arches.

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

I lean over and kiss her. I lean the other way and osculation Mom. As the jet comes to a full point, I see out the window that Fred is waiting with the tree trunk open and the back door open. The co-pilot begins bringing down the luggage to the foot of the stairs. Fred picks them up and puts them into the trunk. The three noblewoman seem all wiped out. I pull Fred aside and ask if we could kibosh at a gun shop. He hands me a FedEx envelope that has our gun carry permits inside of the envelope.

I open the envelope and hand Dakota, St. 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 impart license. He texted back that he was excited that they came so soon. I asked Fred to establish us the destination 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 breast room access, but alas he ended up in a box of the parking lot.

Before we got out of the limousine, Jennifer's new green impala entered the parking lot. It was squeamish to see her still smiling over her new car.

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

I selected the Saami manikin that I took the gun class with, a Julia Evelina Smith & Wesson 9mm. John the Divine also selected a similar model for himself. Dakota, with the smaller bridge player, chose a diminished 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 firearm, but then again there was no carry permit for her in the envelope.

I asked if we could give birth three boxful of ammo and a holster for each gun. He gladly offered us shoulder holsters, waist holsters, and even ankle holsters. We all chose a waistline holster, but bathroom also selected a shoulder holster. Jill didn't want a holster, she only wanted it to be stored safely in her handbag. Dakota, Jennifer, and Paula all followed case. The gun shop man also threw in trigger whorl to restrain anyone from using our grease-gun when we weren't using them, for exercise in the Chateau when we are entertaining. I knew we were going to have a gun safe, but when will the locksmith guy get to installing that ?

I paid for all the weapon system on my incarnate recognition card. The heavyset man who sold us all our shooter smiled when he saw the total. We all walked out of the gun shop with our purchases and with the holsters and with some ammunition. In the limo, John, Jill, Dakota and myself all loaded our cartridge clip.

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

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

John Lackland announced that the market had closed about an time of day ago, shares of Jaxson Inc. ancestry ended up going up a record $ 37.50 per share, the greatest one day increase in Jaxson Inc history. I did the math quick for Dakota, 10,000 shares up by $ 37.50 per share equal Dakota's stock increasing by $ 375,000. Dakota kissed me and headed into the eating house. I noticed three Hispanic youth just kind of hanging around outside the chief door.

St. John the Apostle, Marcus and I walked right hand by them into the restaurant. Fred parked the limousine and joined us inside.

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

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

Silence.

I just shake my top dog. Saint John was already texting Amy telling her to get her cute ass over to Longhorn's chophouse because daddy wants to see her. She texted back that she would be here shortly.

I smiled auditory sense that she was on way. Dakota had told her to aim her BMW. A few minutes later, Amy walked into the restaurant. She laughed when she saw John doing his expert ‘ Polly gets the boot ’. Mom was laughing so laborious, I thought she was going to huff her drink out through her olfactory organ from bathroom's antics.

I ordered another rung of appetizers and of row, I kept the cheesy shrimp when two of them came to the board. I wasn't about to let one of then go to Gospel According to John and get eaten like a white ant 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 buss her.

"You should screw by now that I invite everyone, if you didn't get an invite, then just textbook 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 primary course arrived, our boy can once again showed signs of maturity again taking care that Diane had everything she needed. Diane had decided to splurge and rescript a fully loaded baked white potato. John didn't think there was enough butter or sour cream and asked for more for Diane. The host brought more quickly. Diane just smiled and rubbed his thigh.

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

"Hey, everyone may I stimulate your aid 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 like to announce that we're expecting !"I say to the stallion group.

Everyone starts hugging Jill. Dakota hugs me as well. Bobby and Sammy begin chatting about some different cooking to quell 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 meter to have children, but alas, Bob was a workaholic and it never seemed to be the decently time to have children. She was looking forward to being ‘ nanna ’. I just smiled, the day had gone extremely well. Polly was no longsighted on the card of directors, Mom now controlled the majority of the stock certificate and liked where Jill and I were taking the company.

Kim and Kay sat at the opposite end of the table chatting quietly to themselves. I got up and walked around the table. I took a chair from a table behind them and pulled it up between them asking,"ma'am, are you having a near time ? It seemed the other Night that you and the porn Gemini the Twins were having a good discussion, anything I should know about ?"I asked.

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

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

"Oh, of course of instruction, he says that since we are adults, we get to make our own decision on what to do with our bodies. However, Allison keeps telling us that a porn career can lead a play for the uncollectible if one isn't careful,"Kim says.

"She's right. The erotica twins and Belinda have all told me that they want out of the porn industry, which is why they are getting rent so cheaply for my pool theatre. 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 wage 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 delicately. We're just exploring all our choice. You can't be papa forever,"Kay says.

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

As we finished up with dinner, I asked for the pecker. The host brought the bank bill over and I used my Jaxson Inc. incarnate circuit board. Mom kissed me on the cheek and thanked Jill and I for a delightful day.

We all gathered our affair and headed towards the forepart door.

CHAPTER 5

At get-go, four of our ladies walked outside. John, Fred, Marcus, and I followed moments later.

When we stepped outside, the three Hispanic American youths that we saw when we entered were now holding hit man on us. St. John and Fred both reached for their own accelerator. They three early days 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 guns out at a family restaurant like this one,"I say.

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

John is ready to remove them on, but I ask him to stake down a piffling.

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

"Yes, we go to the one at Hollywood Park. They have our favorite game, Texas handgrip'em"their leader says.

"So right now, you are holding a duad mariner in your mitt. The river turns up another Jack, so now you have three Jack,"I say to him.

"Huh ? What are you talking about ? dedicate us your money or we will shoot 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 hand better,"I say.

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

"You decide to go ‘ all in'and bet all that you have, a great deal like right now. You're betting your intact future for what a few measly dollar bill ? Not a impudent playing period gentleman,"I look veracious into the eye of the leader.

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

"So, you're holding a yoke of Jacks plus one on the river giving you three Jacks, much like you three betting your lifespan for a couple of Pearl Sydenstricker Buck,"I say.

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

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

"I turn over my pair of calling card to demo you that I have a brace of Queens and putting them with the twosome on the board give me four Queens, and everyone knows that four queen ALWAYS beats three knave,"I say smiling.

Just as I say that Dakota pulls the lantern slide on her gun back to point 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 loss leader says something in Spanish to the early guy. They all lay their guns on the primer coat and put their bridge player in the air.

Only about 30 seconds later, police showed up and arrested our Spanish American young. I was so lofty of the ladies. They used their firearm wisely and were not afraid one bit. It turns out that Kim and Kay had gotten to the door behind us and saw the three guys with the gunslinger. They went to the air hostess pedestal and dialed 911 giving the pinch wheeler dealer the address for the holdup.

I hugged each lady. John the Evangelist checked for Diane to make sure she was safe. I went over to Dakota and Jill and teasingly scolded them."Couldn't wait to use your gun for hire eh ?"I said smiling. The four girlfriend all kissed me, all though Sharon did squeeze my ass during her kiss.

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

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

On the way, Dakota takes bang and unzips me, fishes out my turncock and puts it in her mouth. She's licking the undersurface, getting my putz all wet and hard from her fantastic oral acquisition. Jill moves over to the seat next to me in the limo. She places a paw on the back of Dakota's point pushing her towards my pelvis. Dakota is now gagging a bit as my cock head is touching her uvula. Lots of saliva was escaping her cunning little mouth. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Mom slid the secrecy screen down a bit and asked Fred if he was up to spending the Nox, which he gracefully accepted.

I texted Paula that Fred was going to spend the dark and thus won't be bringing the limo back to the cleanup field tonight. She texted back that she was already at the Chateau, but she would let the overnight handler know the situation with the limo.

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

"tinker's dam Dakota, you are so getting better at this,"I say as I shoot all my seed into her accepting sassing. I hear her swallow three times letting none of it escape. I kiss her, tasting myself on her knife. She hugs me intemperate and leans her psyche on my shoulder joint purring in my ear.

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

As Fred pulls into the courtyard, I announce that we are home. Fred holds the door open and the luggage compartment popped. Each of us reaches into the body and grab our own luggage. However, Fred won't let Mom make her own luggage, instead, he offers to carry it into the star sign for her. I just smile, it's gracious 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 dump the dress into the hamper. I put my suitcase in the closet and am happy that we are home. I shed my dress and headland in to take a exhibitor. Again, I'm happy that this shower has instant hot piddle. 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 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 pocket-sized hands stroking my hard cock. I lift her up by her waist, she wraps her legs around me. I step forward pushing her back against the wall of the shower. I miserable her mastered slowly. Her cherubic silky pussy coast down onto my turncock. We begin to thrust in unison. It doesn't take very long before Amy is cumming hard,"OH GAWD DADDY, YOU feel SO nooky WONDERFUL interior OF MY LITTLE PUSSY,"she says as the initiatory climax curlicue 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 orgasm rolls through her body.

As that wonderful familiar stab made its appearance in my body, Amy came one Thomas More fourth dimension,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !"She says to me as I begin to shoot into her sweet squiffy little pussy.

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

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

Bobby is making a dish called ‘ Bangers and Mashed ’. I had to ask what it was. He explained that it is a sausage with a midst mashed potato and a dark brownish gravy. He told us that he was introduced to it in England. Sammy had some delicious fresh tuna appetiser on some Ritz crackers ready for us to eat.

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

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