The Chauffeur - Book 4

by Pablo Diablo

©Copyright 2018 Pablo Diablo

Introduction by ahorsewithnoname: A number of years ago, a writer by the name of Pablo Diablo appeared at a website that I run. I noted the name and initially thought, hmmm, Pablo the Devil, wonder if he might be trouble. Turned out, far, far from the truth. Paul, PD's first name, was a gentle soul. We ended up having many conversations, some about writing, some about illness, but by a large margin, the most we had were about baseball. Paul and I were both very passionate about the New York Yankees. He was very fortunate to live near the spring training complex for the Yankees. He'd tell me of his visits, the players he'd meet and watch, and yes, I was jelly (jealous). During the season, though, that was when our discussions heated up. We both had our stories, our managerial ideas, and high aspirations for the team. Paul was ill, his wife too, both with cancer, and a number of years ago, Paul no longer came to the website. Patiently, we waited, me, his fans, hoping that he didn't get hit with COVID to exacerbate things. To date, no one has heard from him for years. As per our terms, I'm publishing this to honor Paul, his love and support of the website and friends there, and I hope he is smiling down upon us.

Chapter 1

When I woke up on Monday, I felt worn out. Although I did get nearly 8 hours of sleep, the adrenaline level had me amped so much that I still felt drained.

For the first time in many days, Dakota did not sleep with Jill and me. She stayed in her own bedroom and bed. Not that it bothered me either way as I love having her cute little body pressed up against me during the night, but it just being Jill and me was also nice.

I rambled into the bathroom, shaved, did my morning duties and took a shower. When I got finished, I went back into the bedroom and gently woke Jill, who was none too happy to be brought back to life from her coma-like state. She reluctantly scuffed into the bathroom to begin her morning routine.

As I dressed, my mind was thinking about all the things that I needed to get accomplished today before we head out on our trip tomorrow.

I felt that Taco Sunday was the perfect way to release all the tension that had built up from the shooting, from the FBI the investigation, and from the party not being anywhere as successful as we had anticipated.

Once dressed, I grabbed my keys, my phone off the charger, and my wallet and headed out to the kitchen. For the first time since we hired them, I beat the chefs to the kitchen. I turned on the coffee pot, knowing that Jill and eventually Dakota will be coming looking for that hot cup of Joe. As usual, I poured myself a glass of pineapple juice.

Sitting alone in the kitchen felt odd. Usually, the kitchen is buzzing with the chefs, with beautiful women, and with us guys trying to look and act macho for the ladies. I sat and pondered about Jill and Dakota and worried a bit about Ronda. Would she be OK being the third violin in the orchestra that is my life? Will she sell her house and move in here? Once she is a Mom, will she change and not want to participate in the playgroup? Do I really act differently around Ronda than any of the other ladies?

As I sat in deep thought, a pair of small hands covered my eyes, “Guess who?” I heard. Instantly, I knew it was Dakota.

“Is it my darling Dakota?”

“Yes Daddy!” as she took her hands off my eyes.

I turned around and found her ready for work. She was wearing a conservative dark blue dress that stopped at her knees with a beautiful shiny black low-heeled pair of pumps. She had no jewelry on, but then the dress could certainly use a nice neckless although seeing her beautiful neckline still made her look stunning.

I can’t seem to pin Dakota down to one perfume as my Jill wears. Jill has worn the same perfume since the day I married her. Dakota, on the other hand, must have a dozen different scents that she wears, which always keeps me guessing.

Dakota sees that I turned on the coffee pot, but I gently scold her to take her prenatal vitamin before she gets any coffee. She puts on her beautiful pouty-face, but I hold firm. She reluctantly pours herself a short glass of water from the fridge and takes her pill. I smile and kiss her gently before I pour her a cup of coffee.

Many of the others come out to the kitchen dressed and ready for work. Odd, still no chefs. It was Dakota that explained why. Apparently, Paula and Donna got a bit horny after Jill and I went to bed. They dragged each of the chefs to their own bedroom and there they still are.

Dakota couldn’t wait to knock on each bedroom door. Just as she arrived at Donna’s door, Bobby came out apologizing repeatedly to Dakota. She smiled and went to Paula’s door. That one she had to knock on. A very tired Paula scuffed to the door only to find Dakota asking where Sammy was. She went back to the bed and shook Sammy awake. When he realized what time it was, he practically knocked poor Paula over getting his clothes back on. Dakota just giggled; she had gotten the show she was expecting.

As each of the chefs made their way to the kitchen, I received about 100 apologies.

“Guys, guys, no need to keep apologizing. This isn’t the military. Besides, I’ve played with both ladies and they can wear your ass out,” I tell them smiling. They each begin to make some breakfast for those who asked. Sammy pours out the last drops of the first pot of coffee only to reset it for pot number 2. That made me think about do we need a larger coffee pot.

I decided to text Ronda. My text read, “Woke up thinking about you. Hope you have a wonderful day. Me”

I put my phone back into my pocket.

“Ladies, let’s not take a limo to work, let’s drive,” I suggest. In my head it seemed like a good idea, Jill has a car, Dakota has a car, BJ has a car.

For whatever reason, I didn’t feel much like having eggs, again. I opted for a nice bowl of Froot Loops. As I sat there eating, my boy John came out to the kitchen with Diane. He saw me eating Froot Loops and decided that would be a good idea as well. I was curious if we had enough cereal for him AND me.

As I looked around the kitchen and dining room, all the ladies looked particularly beautiful this Monday morning. Dakota in her conservative blue dress, Jennifer in an all-black dress, BJ in a stunning green dress, Danni wearing a powder blue dress, Jill in a sharp red dress, and Diane also in a dark blue dress.

I didn’t see Amy and I knew Donna and Paula were only now getting all showered. My mind made me smile thinking about how many times each one ‘molested’ me in the shower and had I not have to go to work; I might have repaid one of them.

Jill and Dakota pushed us towards the cars in the garage. Dakota quipped, “Smells like sex out here,” giggling as she stepped to her vehicle.

Diane walked hand in hand with her guy John. I looked at his suit and thought that he needs some new suits.

BJ and Danni rode with Jill and me. Jennifer, Marcus, and Dakota all rode together in Dakota’s BMW.

“BJ, how do you like being Jill’s assistant?” I asked.

“Well, I haven’t really had much to do yet. I love playing at the house with everyone, but I’m not sure you pirated me away from the car dealership to pay me and have me do little to nothing,” she says.

“Jill?” I ask my wife.

“Well, you know me. I just like doing things myself, that way I know it gets done,” she says to me.

“Darling, didn’t we discuss this when Tina left? Wasn’t that one of her issues that you didn’t give her much to do?” I ask in a sincere manner.

“Um, OK. I see your point. BJ how about you assist me on the stock conversion project that I’m trying to prepare for rollout in January,” Jill says causing BJ to smile her beautiful smile.

“I’ll call Rob as soon as we get to the office to see how the employee ID project is going,” I tell Jill.

“Danni, you’re awful quiet back there. Is everything OK?” Jill asks.

“Yeah, all is well with me. I get to have lots of great sex, some of which with my boss, which I find sexy. I like my job, but it is a bit boring. Is there other things that I can do sitting at the receptionist desk?” she asks which makes me think that she could possibly be another one to help Rob process all of the verified names.

When we get to the Hawk, Jill drops everyone off out front and takes her and me around to the parking garage to park the car. I figured she wanted a moment alone with no one listening.

“David, I’m asking once again. Are you sure you want to make a third baby, with Ronda?” She says to me again in a serious manner.

“Jill, is there something that I’m missing?”

“No, nothing that you’re missing. I just want to make sure you realize that you will have three children all similar ages which could cause some odd questions when the children get to that inquisitive age,” Jill answers.

“That much I did think of. Dakota already calls me Daddy, and Ronda, well even you admit that she and I have a chemistry that I don’t have with any of the other playgroups. I’m more worried about how you will react over time,” I tell her.

“I’m fine. I like that both Ronda and I are Marines,” she says.

“Well, IF Dakota went into the military, I would bet money that she would have been a Marine as well. She just has that mentality,” I tell Jill. Which prompts Jill to lean over and kiss me.

We get out of the car and take the crossover bridge to the tower. The security guard says hello to Jill and me as we step onto the elevator. I head over to Jennifer’s desk, pulling out a chair from another desk to sit by her.

“Jennifer, now we can talk about this new tower that you think we should acquire in Atlanta,” I say to her.

“David, actually I have found a couple of towers. One in Phoenix, one in Seattle, and of course the Atlanta tower,” she replies.

“Wow, three. Are they all owed by the same company?”

“Unfortunately, no. Each one is owned by a different company. I’m checking on the specifics of each tower and what price they want for the building and if there is parking with the building. I don’t think we should buy a building that has no parking, it makes it difficult for people who work in the building to like coming to work,” Jennifer tells me.

“Well, what do you know about each one. Let’s start with Atlanta,”

“Atlanta is downtown, as are all of the buildings. This building is 50 stories. Completed in 1987 and has a 450-space parking garage attached. The ownership, AC properties isn’t struggling, they just want to move on to smaller buildings. This building is 65% occupied with the top floor in a long-term lease by Carlton Fields. I did some research and they already have the zoning requirements to put a small pub/bar in the bottom floor of the building. Their key person is a woman named Sandy….and don’t you smirk because Sindee won’t like it…ha, ha,” Jennifer tells me.

“How much again do they want?”

“27 million”

“Do some additional checking but unless you say otherwise, I say buy it,” this causes Jennifer to smile.

“Next?” I ask.

“Well, which one do you want to hear about? The good news or the kind of bad news?” She asks.

“Jennifer, you know me well enough, let’s get the bad one out of the way first,” I tell her.

“Alrighty then, Seattle. The one we are looking at is only 43 stories, was built in 1987. However, there are a couple of things that bother me about this building. First, there is no parking structure. Second, if we want to add a restaurant, even a deli to serve the people in the building we have to go before the zoning board to get approval before we can even start accepting bids, otherwise, you violate their silly zoning laws. Personally, I don’t think this one is a good fit for us, but I wanted to bring it to your attention,” Jennifer says to me.

“Jennifer, I do trust your expertise in this area and if it bothers you, then it bothers me as well,” I tell her.

“Next?”

“Now we move onto Phoenix. I think this one is a slam-dunk. There is a 32-story building that is nearly completed; however, the developer has run out of money. To avoid filing for bankruptcy the court has given them 120 days to find a buyer or investor. The purchase price is 19 million, but we would have to demonstrate to the court that we are financially able to finish the project. In addition, I believe we can get some small approvals from the court for purchasing and not just investing. This won’t be the tallest building in Phoenix, but it will be close. There is an additional rumor that I’m checking out that the Dial building may be available. The Dial building doesn’t have any parking. The one under construction has plans for a short 5 story parking garage, but that hasn’t begun construction. What do you think boss?” Jennifer asks.

“Well, I agree with you on passing on Seattle, let's keep looking in that corner of the country. Maybe check Portland as well. Phoenix offers an interesting choice. The real question is do we want to take on the headaches that accompany a construction project. However, you probably are correct in that we would be getting a brand-new building with no history for us to craft the way we want. My gut says to check with the court about if we were to just buy the project. I don’t want to be an investor; I want total control. Also, look at the Dial building to find out if it is a rumor or fact. Now, onto a twist, you know nothing about…. We own 4, yes FOUR casinos and two of them are in Arizona. One in Phoenix and one in Tucson. What do you think about that?”

“When the hell did you buy four casinos?”

“I didn’t. Rob, our IT guy who is doing an employee verification project for me found about 3,000 employees on our payroll. When he dug deeper and checked them out, it turns out that Jaxson Inc. owns the four casinos.” I tell her.

She thinks for a moment and asks, “David, how do you miss 3,000 employees?”

“We didn’t. Please realize that we have more than 65,000 employees. What I am concerned about is two things. First, how badly is our HR group compromised? Second, why didn’t our auditing group not find this?”

“Well, that’s two really good questions,” Jennifer tells me.

I look at her clock and see it is just after 11 am. Nearly time for lunch.

“Um, David I have an additional idea for you to consider and it has nothing to do with office towers or district offices,” she says to me.

“Shoot. What’s the additional idea?”

“Bobby’s Bahamian Rumrunner Resort,” she says.

“Come again?”

“Bobby’s Bahamian Rumrunner Resort. It is a 5-building hotel complex that is in bankruptcy court in Florida. They boast an occupancy rate of 60% but I was thinking, if we put it under the Pinetree flagship, we could make something out of it. Right now, it is on the market for a pitiful 4 million dollars for the whole complex,” Jennifer tells me.

“Hell Jennifer, you could almost purchase that with the money that I pay you,” I say smiling at her. That gets me a playful slap on the shoulder.

“Let’s go eat lunch. I’m getting hungry,” I tell Jennifer.

I walk around the office and tap people to join us for lunch.

“Can we try the deli across the street?” Jennifer asks.

Sharon discourages the idea, “OH, they want you to think that they are a good deli, but they can’t do a Ruben and don’t even know what a Rachael is. Some deli they are. If I get a say, how about Fred’s Italian place. We haven’t been there in a while,” she says. I see most of the gang nodding their heads.

“Then off to the Italian restaurant we go!” I say leading the charge onto the elevator.

Chapter 2

It didn’t take long to get to the restaurant. It was nice to see John get out and walk around and open the driver’s door for Diane. All the rest of us just piled out of the cars, however, Danni decided not to go since she was wearing light blue plus there would be no one to man the receptionist desk, which made me think that maybe we needed a part-time person who could float over and cover that desk on lunches.

Per usual, Jill on one side of me, Dakota on the other side. The owner was now familiar with our group bringing over two bottles of Chianti and two baskets of their delicious garlic bread. He asked if we all wanted the usual spaghetti and meatballs. Looking around the table I didn’t see any reason not to have it.

However, I asked for an order to go to take back to Danni. I ordered her Chicken Alfredo over the freshly made noodles. BJ smiled and said that it was a nice gesture to order her something as well.

We discussed my idea of training a couple of people to handle the front reception area when Danni would be at lunch, either with us or on her own. Sharon told me that she has a couple of people in mind to help with that issue.

I asked Sharon how she felt the employee ID program was going. She shrugged her shoulders saying that she believed it to be way too early in the process. However, she did point out that we needed at least another 30-50 people to help with the verification.

“Can we use people from our Blue Jay building in Toronto? I think that Maddie would run a good group,” I say to Sharon.

“After lunch, I’ll give her a call AND if we are able to use them in Toronto then we are paying Canadian wages, which you know are a bit less,” Sharon replies.

I work my way around the table asking what is on their mind. John and Marcus were easy, sex and food, not necessarily in that order. All the ladies just giggled.

Jennifer told everyone we had already discussed what needed to be discussed. However, I did say to her, “Check into that hotel idea, who knows for the right price it may be of big value,” she smiled and blew me a kiss from across the table.

BJ just said that she’s horny and is looking forward to ‘getting off’ tonight. John, Marcus, and I laughed a bit with all three of us ‘volunteering’ to help her. The table all laughed.

I reminded Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, John, and BJ that we should leave about 3 am. However, Jill put a wrench into the plan. She said she had way too much to do even with BJ’s help for the January project. That left Dakota, Jennifer, John, and Diane. Someone suggested that either the new girl Missy go or Aurora, or both.

Jill suggested quietly in my ear that I should see if Ronda is available. I just smiled and said, “Give her a call, but I’m sure she is busy with patients,” smiling.

My wife didn’t waste any time dialing up Ronda. She got up from the table and walked towards the front door so there were no listening ears, not from our group but from other tables around us.

After a few minutes, Jill came back to the table and said, “She’s going to ask another doctor that owes her a favor if she’ll cover for her until the weekend. But…and here’s the big but…. she must be back here no later than Friday evening as she has a surgery planned first thing Saturday morning,” Jill tells me. In my head, that eliminates Aurora and the new girl Missy as Ronda trumps them all.

As the table finished the first bottle of chianti John opened the second one and began pouring. Diane and Dakota declined but Jill decided that one glass would be OK. Jennifer and BJ both had a second glass.

The idea of Ronda going on the trip with me got me excited. She’s beautiful, she’s sensuous, and now she wants to create a life with me. I lean into Dakota and triple check that everything for the trip is set up. I also ask her to check with the supervisor of the group that works on the jet. Certainly, I did not want another issue with the plane. She said she would call Smitty, our chief mechanic and have him double check the plane before we leave at 3 am.

I debated back and forth about John coming on the trip, but I decided against it. I got up and walked around the table and sat down next to him.

“John, I’m going to have you stay here instead of joining me on the trip,” I tell him.

“Why? To make sure the ladies at the Chateau are safe?” John asks.

“Well, that would be a good guess, but no, I would like you to see the window replacement project through. One of the key things I want you to make sure happens is that they finish the window that they are working on that day. No window is to be left vulnerable overnight. Does that make sense?” I ask.

“Um, I guess. Do you mean you want the whole project done in one day? I’m not sure that they can do that,” he says to me.

“No, what I mean is if they work on say 5 windows today, that the last window that they are working on is to be fully installed before they leave the job for the day. I don’t care how many days it takes to complete the whole house, but no window is to be left unfinished when they end the day. Does that make more sense?”

“Absolutely,” he says. We shake hands on it, and he doesn’t feel left out at all. I see both Jennifer and Dakota smiling. I had given John an important job and I wanted him to see it through.

We spend about another hour eating lunch and chatting amongst ourselves. The owner brings over the bill and Danni’s lunch. I pay the bill, leaving the server a 22% tip as we all get up and head towards the door to leave and head back to work.

BJ comes up next to me and says that she is having the most fun at a job that she has ever had and is glad that I took her away from the car dealership. I kiss her on the cheek and tell her that while there is more work to be done, there are also lots more play to be had. She smiles and tells me to ‘bring it on’.

As we walk through the parking lot, I begin to think about those whom I have not bought a car for. I have plenty of money left over from the million-dollar check from the FBI as well as the second check from them. My head went back to the large SUV for John, but what to get Dakota was still a mystery to me.

I rode back to the Hawk with my mind still on Christmas presents for my group. I looked at my contact list in my phone and dialed up the astute salesperson from the Ford dealership. When I got voicemail, I just left a vague message asking for a return phone call and hung up. I didn’t want to tip my hand about what I was thinking.

Jill dropped us off at the front door and circled around to the parking garage. Dakota did the same thing as well. Diane just took John and her up to the parking garage and made the crossover to the office elevators.

When I reached the top floor, there sat the beautiful Danni handling phone calls like a pro. I walked over to her and apologized for not taking her to lunch with us. She said not to worry. I gave her the chicken alfredo which made her smile and softly squeal with delight. She kissed me and put the phones on voicemail. Jill texted me that she was heading home as she ate too much and didn't feel well.

I called Sharon over and told her that I wanted at least three people trained to handle the receptionist desk. She said she has someone already trained. I playfully pushed her and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?” to which she replied, “Silly, you never asked,” making both of us smile.

“Will you please introduce me to that person?”

She told me to stay still as she would be right back. A couple of moments later she returned with a nice looking middle-aged black lady. She was probably late 30’s, pretty eyes and went by the name Estelle, but preferred to be called Ruth, her middle name as she didn’t like Estelle. I introduced myself with her commenting, “Sir, but do you think that anyone on this floor doesn’t know who you are?”

“Well, I guess not. Ruth, are you able to handle the reception area when Danni goes to lunch or we are short-handed here?” I ask.

“Certainly sir. This is what Miss Sharon originally hired me for until she realized that I can type more than 100 words a minute and enjoy organizing things,” she says to me. This makes me think that when we don’t have her covering the reception area that maybe she should also be put on the ID verification team.

I thank her for her hard work and head back to my office.

When I get there I dial up Rob.

“Hey Rob, is there any reason we can’t use employees from our Toronto office for the ID project?” I ask.

“No, I don’t see any reason why we can’t. In fact, wouldn’t using some of them cost us less due to the difference in money value?” He asks me.

“Absolutely, I’ll get you about another 50 people to your team. A delightful young lady named Maddie will be in contact with you. She will manage the team out of Toronto for you. Plus, I have a nice lady who works here at the Hawk that I just discovered would be a nice addition to the team from here. Her name is Estelle, but she goes by Ruth,” I tell Rob.

“Oh, I know Ruth. You’re right. She’s a great addition. I had completely forgotten about her,” Rob says before hanging up.

I get a text from Rob it reads No more people until I see how the project is going. We need to get the wheels running on this project but thank you for getting me all the help. Rob

I see Danni in the breakroom eating like a crazed woman that hasn’t eaten in a long time. BJ is standing next to her chatting and both are smiling. Danni sees me and waves and blows me a kiss, presumably for the lunch.

When I get back into my office a call is transferred to me, its from the Ford dealership.

“Mr. Greene, this is Ron Chester. I’m the Director of Operations for the dealership. The salesperson you dealt with said that you had some intentions or maybe purchasing additional vehicles. My fiancé manager told me that you were offered to purchase any additional vehicles 3 or more under our fleet purchase program. My call to you is to verify that those offers are still available to you,” he tells me.

“Mr. Chester, I appreciate the offer, however, I’ve been told things like this before only to find that someone knows whom I am and is trying to steal me away from the salesperson that I wish to use. Where is Kitty Creamers?” I ask.

“Mr. Greene, she’s right here. Say hi to Mr. Greene Kitty,” Ron says with him and Kitty clearly on speakerphone.

“Hello Kitty, is what Mr. Chester saying OK with you?” I ask.

“Absolutely sir. I get the omission and full credit for any sale. How is the Ford Flex you bought for your press secretary Anita?” Kitty asks.

“She loves the car, thank you for asking. Since you have me on speakerphone, let me say to your Director of Operations, should you need a job, I’m always looking for quality people,” I say smiling.

“Mr. Greene, thank you. That means we hired a quality person. I’m afraid though that we are not going to allow you to steal her from us,” Mr. Chester says to me.

I laugh and he laughs as well.

“Mr. Chester, I would like to purchase a 2019 Ford Expedition Limited Max. Black with the heated seat package. What’s the best price you can give me?” I ask.

I hear whispering between Chester and Kitty.

“Sir, the MSRP for that vehicle is $$66,000. The best out the door price that I can give you is $59,800,” he tells me.

“That sounds fine. I think we have a deal. Out of curiosity, what is the best price you can give me on a 2019 Ford Explorer Limited in that beautiful red?” I ask.

Again, I hear more whispering.

“I’ll have to check the other dealerships because I don’t have one in red. The MSRP on that vehicle is $44,765. Because you are buying a second vehicle, the best price, I can do for you is $35,950. However, I don’t have a red one so I need to check the other Ford dealerships to see who may have a red one that I can trade one of mine for. This should only take a day or two. Any other vehicles you need?” I hear the excitement in his voice take a notch up.

“Yeah, one more at least, a 2019 Ford Flex, same package as the other one, but this one needs to be white. Can I expect a better price than what I paid before?” I ask.

“Absolutely sir. How about $26,250. That one I have in stock. Any others?” He inquires.

“No, not for now at least. By my calculations, I come to a total of $122,000 even. Is that what you get?” I ask.

“Yes sir, that’s exactly what I get. Do you want me to deliver them or how do you want to consummate this transaction?” he asks me, almost in a giddy manner.

“I’ll be by later today. I assume a company check is still acceptable?”

“Yes, sir. I’ll begin checking the other dealerships about the Red Explorer and hopefully, I’ll have good news by the time you get her,” we end the call and I feel pretty good about myself.

“Dakota, will you come in here please?” I shout out.

Dakota shows up in just a moment or two.

“I need Sharon to give me a ride somewhere. That means you’ll have to run the office while we are gone. Oh, crap. I need Jill, guess I’ll have to make a trip home first. Please go tell Sharon that I need to see her,” Dakota leaves my office. While she is gone I dial up Jill and tell her that I need a company check. She tells me to go to her desk and open the locked file cabinet and all the way in the back is the company checkbook. Take one or two but make a note of what they are for. She tells me.

I give her a kiss sound over the phone and tell her that I love her before hanging up.

As Sharon comes into my office, Jennifer also comes in.

“Yeah Jennifer, what can I do for you?” I ask.

“I have some interesting news for you. The Dallas group came back to me and offered their 48-story building in downtown for 23.5 million. They have dropped their price by 5.5 million if we can close the deal before Christmas,” she tells me.

“Call Jill, let her know and tell her that I say to buy the darn building. We need a strong presence in Dallas. We have issues there,” I say to her. She blows me a kiss and steps out of the office.

I look at Sharon and tell her to hold on for a moment. I get up and head to Jill’s office and get two company checks and lock the checkbook back up. Moving quickly, I return to Sharon. She kisses me as we leave my office and head to the elevator.

In the elevator she asks, “Where are we headed?”

“The Ford dealership,” I tell her.

“Oh no, which new girl did you buy a new car for?” She says to me in a teasing manner

“OH, no one special. You probably don’t even know them,” I say.

“THEM??”

“Um, did I say them?” I ask.

“Yes, you did, now spill it,” Sharon requests.

“Well, I’ll explain when we get to the dealership,” I tell her.

We get to the second floor and take the crossover to the parking garage. When we get into Sharon’s car, I begin to get the third degree.

“OK mister spill it. Who're the cars for? And yes, you said them meaning more than one car,” she says smiling at me before she leans into me and kisses me.

We weave our way through traffic until we get to the dealership. She pulls in and parks in the customer area. We get out and I tease her saying, “Darling, I’m not sure that they allow a Chevy in their lot unless it’s being scrapped,” I say smiling at her. She smiles her lovely smile back at me.

When we go into the showroom, a very elated Kitty Creamers comes bounding over to me giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Mr. Greene, you’re here,” she says to me smiling the whole time.

“Where is Mr. Chester’s office? We can close the deal there,” I say to her. She takes me by the hand and practically drags me to Mr. Chester’s office. Sharon follows close behind me, smiling the whole time.

When we get there Mr. Chester is on the phone. I hear him say something about red, which makes me think about Diane’s car. When he hangs up, he tells me that he has found the red SUV that I want, and it will be here in about a half hour.

He reaches into his top center desk drawer and pulls out three sales contracts. I look each one over, and Sharon looks over my shoulder, “What the hell David? $60,000 for an SUV, who the heck is this one for? One of the CG boys?” She says with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

“No silly, someone much more important to me,” I say.

“But I’ve already got a vehicle and black isn’t my color,” she says jokingly to me.

“Well, it’s good then that I didn’t get you one then,” I say smiling and teasing right back at her. She leans into me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. Causing Kitty to ask, “Um, Mr. Greene, I thought you were married?”

“He is. Just not to me,” Sharon says. This causes Ms. Creamers to be even more confused.

“Well, then I’m……” her voice trails off. This causes Sharon to smile thinking that she could possibly end up with Kitty at some point.

“Kitty, what Sharon is trying delicately to say is that my wife and I have an open swinger’s type of marriage. Sharon is part of my playgroup. You’re welcome to come to join us if you think you can keep up with us, we’re a pretty feisty group and really sexually charged. What do you say, want to work off all that commission you just made?” I say to her. She looks at Sharon who is nodding yes to her.

“Um, I don’t know. Maybe another time,” she says. I tell her that we’ll be back from an East Coast trip Friday night and she is more than welcome to come over. Before she has a chance to answer Mr. Chester came into the office.

“Mr. Greene now is the time that I need the money. All totaled the amount comes to $122,000.00,” he says to me putting all three sales contracts in front of me. I see Sharon take Kitty out of the office. They sit down in the showroom and just chat quietly. I see Sharon smiling. I know that we may just have another player in our group. Sharon takes out her cell phone and sends a text.

I’m surprised that the text is to me. It reads, “She has a guy she fucks once in a while, kind of friends with benefits. She wants to know if it’s OK to bring him. She says he’s really good in bed.”

I text back, “That’s fine. But let her know that his behavior is on her.”

I see her nod and we put our phones away. I write the check and hand it to Mr. Chester. He attaches it to the three sales contracts, which he pushes back across the desk to me for my signature.

I sign them and push them back. He gets up and leaves the office telling me he will be right back.

I step out of the office to Kitty and Sharon.

“I hear you have a friend with benefits and that you think he’s really good. That’s fine, bring him along, but please remember his actions are on you. If he gets booted, then so will you. We don’t know you, yet and we’re cautious about bringing in new people until we get to know them. Does this all make sense?” I ask.

“Yes, sir. FYI, don’t say anything in the offices as they are all wired for sound recording and if you look at the picture behind the desk, there is a small camera in the lower right-hand corner for the dealership to watch and listen to you,” Kitty tells me quietly.

“That’s nice to know,” I tell her.

As Mr. Chester returns, I say to Kitty, just loud enough for Mr. Chester to hear me, “Well, think about it. That’s the amount of salary you would be making working for us. However, if you are set on staying here, then I respect that. Just know, I’ll have a position open for you should they start treating you poorly. OK?” I say to her. I see Mr. Chester acting like he didn’t hear a thing, but I know he did.

He tells me that the red vehicle will be here in about an hour. I tell him that I need to go get some people to drive them from home and will be back in an hour or so. We get up from the desk and shake hands.

Sharon and I walk out to her car as we see Mr. Chester make a beeline over to Kitty to do what I’m sure are interrogate her about what my job offer entailed. I see her keep saying ‘don’t worry’ I’m not leaving. I just smile as I know that if I really wanted her to join our group, it wouldn’t be all that hard to accomplish.

Sharon and I get into her car and drive off.

“Let’s go home and pick up some people,” I say to her.

“Um, you still haven’t told me who you bought the vehicles for yet,” she says to me.

“You’ll see soon enough,”

“OK, Mr. Sneaky,” she says smiling.

Chapter 3

When we get to the Chateau, I look at the property along the service road. It doesn’t look to be all that big, maybe an acre square. I put in my phone notes to have Jennifer or Mariana call the city and inquire about the availability of the property.

I think about who is going on the trip, Dakota, Jennifer, and Dr. Ronda, but Ronda is still a question mark. I’ll know tonight when I get home. If she’s there with a piece of luggage then she’s going, no luggage not going.

I think about replacing Mark Newberg. I remember Special Agent Fernandez’s wife Mariana is a realtor and is checking into making her license work in all 50 states and she will check into holding a license in Canada as well. I dial up Mariana.

“Hello, Mariana. It’s David Greene. Did you check into making your license available in all 50 states and Canada?” I ask.

“Yes, Mr. Greene. I made my license active in 32 states. Didn’t you say something about reimbursement of the fees?” She asks me.

“Yes, I did. Just text me the total dollar amount that you spent so far, and I will submit it to Jill to pay you back,” I tell her.

“International licensing is too complicated to just answer your question on the phone. Maybe we can have lunch tomorrow?” She asks me.

“Well, I’m sorry. I’m heading out of town until Friday. How about we grab lunch on Friday. You can meet my commercial real estate person, Jennifer,” I say to her.

“Friday will be fine. I’ll call you Friday morning and we can set up a time to meet for lunch,” she says.

“That will be delightful. Thank you and have a wonderful night,” I tell her before we hang up.

I remember that there was another person who was brought to my attention about acting as a real estate person for Jaxson, Inc. however, I’ll need to check whom it was as I didn’t have anything in my notes about that person.

My phone began to ring once again. I check the caller ID and it turns out to be one of the managers from the trucking division.

“This is David,” I answer.

“David, we need more tires. At the great rate we are selling them, we now have a list of over 500 independent truckers waiting for them. I tried calling BF Goodrich directly, but they told me that you are currently the only one to authorize such large purchases. I feel that all I’m doing is complaining to you all the time. Is it possible to put me and my counterpart on the list to order tires? This will keep us from continually bothering you. If you’re willing, then maybe put a limit on how much we can order if your worried about us getting too big of an order,” he suggests to me.

“Hey, I have no issues adding you or your counterpart to the order approval people. Five Hundred you say?” Now I’m really impressed. Maybe we should consider increasing our truck repair business.

“Do you want the same number as last time or more since you have such a large waiting list?” I ask.

‘MORE, MORE, MORE as the word has spread through the CB system, also the recap idea was genius. I’m not sure who thought it up but having them do the recap then ship them back for us to sell is also working. So far, we have sold 11 trailers full of recap tires. I called the manager of the recap facility and he tells me that they were considering closing the plant for lack of business. Our business with them has put them back at full strength of employees. Jobs were saved, people’s lives have been put back on the right financial track and many were on the verge of losing their homes due to foreclosure but now have emerged all paid up and current,” he tells me.

“I’ll call Goodrich when we hang up. I’m glad to hear that people are back to work. Thank you for the information,” I tell him before hanging up.

I dial up my contact with BF Goodrich and order three times the number that I ordered last time. He wanted to make sure I told him THREE TIMES the number of the last time. I reassured him. I also gave him the name and contact information of the two Trucking managers to place tire orders. However, as he suggested, I put a limit on the amount that they could order at the original tire order. The guy from BF Goodrich told me that they were considering him for a senior vice president job with Jaxson, Inc. being their largest customer. I congratulated him.

Looking at the clock, I see it is nearly 4 pm. I decide to call it a day. I summon John, Jennifer, and Diane. I kiss Sharon for the ride home. John was outside looking over the already installed windows. He was opening them, closing them. And trying to shake them to make sure they were in securely.

Diane had to go get her fiancée from outside and bring him inside. He was all sweaty, but I was so glad to see he has taken the bull by the horns and is getting the project moved towards completion.

“WOW, you stink my darling,” Diane says to him. He just laughs and comes into the kitchen. I realize that Jennifer is still back at the Hawk I text her to meet us at the Ford dealership. She asks why but I ignore the request.

“John, go take a quick shower. Tell the work guys that they need to finish up for the day as it looks like they’ve made wonderful progress,” I say to him. Diane is sitting next to him holding her nose in joking fashion. John gets up, goes outside to their foreman chats with him a bit and comes back inside to shower.

He takes a bit longer than I anticipated, but at least he was no longer ‘stinky’ to Diane when he came back out to the kitchen in a pair of dress shorts and a Cuban style shirt.

Diane and I just laughed at the ‘mini-me’ standing before us. I pushed them to Diane’s car. I gave her the address of the dealership, but I didn’t tell her where we were going other than the address. She pulled her car out of the garage, I got in the back and John sat up front, next to his darling.

“Diane, how come you are home? Weren’t you with us at the Italian restaurant?” I ask.

“Yeah, I was, but I wasn’t feeling too good and Jennifer sent me home telling me to not come back to work since the restaurant was closer to the house than to the Hawk,” she tells me.

“That’s a good move on her part. We all want you to stay home when you’re not feeling well,” I tell her.

“So that’s why you came home early?” John says in a surprised manner.

“John don’t worry about it. Everyone at work and here at the house is looking out for Diane,” I say to him. That makes him calm down a bit and smile more.

Quietly from the back seat I text Kitty Creamers that we are just a few minutes away and to put the keys inside each of the three vehicles. She just replied as Dakota usually does with a ‘K’.

When Diane pulls into the Ford Dealership, she inquires why we are here. I tell her that I bought something for Jennifer and wanted them to see it, trying not to tip my hand.

She parks her car in the ‘visitor parking’ and we get out and go inside. Kitty comes bounding over all smiley and happy.

I ask her if what I had requested was done. She assured me all was taken care of.

Jennifer pulled into the lot and parked next to Diane’s car.

When she came inside, she was unsure why she, John, and Diane was all there.

I pulled them together at the comfortable seats in the showroom.

“John, Jennifer, and Diane you have no idea why you three are here do you?” I ask. Three heads shake no.

“I have bought each of you a new vehicle,” their eyes get large.

“Turn around, see those three outside next to each other. The red one, the black one, and the white one. The key fob is in each one, you three go out and get in the one you want and let’s see if I can guess correctly who will end up with which vehicle,” I say to them.

John was the first to get up, but he held his hand out for Diane. Jennifer bounced up and just headed outside not waiting for John and Diane.

All three stood in front of the vehicles. They chatted a moment before each one got into a vehicle. John, as expected to the big black truck. However, Diane and Jennifer didn’t take the vehicle I thought they would take. Diane got into the white Ford Flex and Jennifer took the beautiful red truck.

I got up and went outside telling them to start their new vehicle up and take it for a test drive as it was now theirs. Diane was streaming some tears of joy in her vehicle. I headed over to the driver’s window which she rolled down for me.

“Oh, Daddy, how can I ever repay you?” She says.

“This is a gift; you aren’t supposed to repay a gift. Now take this for a test drive,” I tell her. Both John and Jennifer are already backing out of their parking spots. They head on down the road yelling and squealing with delight. Diane just sat there making all the adjustments, rearview mirror, seat position, where all the controls are located. I lean in and kiss her on the cheek.

Finally, she backs the Flex up and drives off.

I walk over to Kitty and ask her to give me a price on Jennifer’s old vehicle and Diane’s old vehicle. She heads back into the set of offices only to return with a short gruff looking man who went outside with his cell phone and a tablet. He walked around each vehicle, looked inside, popped open the trunk, pulled out the spare tire, and opened the hood of each car looking at the motors.

He came back inside and told Kitty that he will need a few minutes to make some calculations.

As we sat there, Kitty came over and sat next to me.

“I hear you’re going to get your guy and join us at the house tonight,” I say to her.

“Well, maybe. Not that I don’t want to come over, but my guy says he has to work late tonight,” she tells me.

“You know, the invite was for you,” I tell her.

“Well, sir, I don’t know you well enough to go alone to your home,” she tells me, which makes a whole bunch of sense, to ensure her own safety.

The test drives take longer than I had anticipated.

The gruff-looking man returned with what the dealership would be willing to pay for each vehicle. I looked at the paperwork over and told him that we accept his offer and the people who own the cars will be back from their test drive soon. He thanked me for doing business with their dealership. He told me that Kitty would take things from there. We shake hands and he goes back into the maze of offices.

Chapter 4

Finally, the three return with their vehicles. Jennifer was the first to come bounding into the showroom, leaping onto my lap kissing me profusely. With her nestled on my lap, she was intentionally wiggling her cute ass on my now hardening cock.

“Am I to guess that you like your new truck?” I ask as she continues to torture me with her ass wiggling.

“Oh yes, David. I’ve never had such a new car before. Oh, wait, it’s a truck,” she says before she puts her tongue back down my throat. I see over Jennifer’s shoulder Kitty is watching us, carefully.

John parks next to Jennifer and gets out to open the white door for Diane to get out of her vehicle. He holds his hand out and she uses it to steady herself. They come into the showroom holding hands and smiling.

I tell both Jennifer and Diane to go empty their vehicles as I have sold them to the dealership. I get a pouty face from Diane. Jennifer reminds me that I bought her Chevy Impala not that long ago, but she is so happy as the Impala has been in and out of the shop.

“What’s the matter, darling?” I ask.

“Oh, nothing. I guess I hadn’t thought about our old cars going away,” she says.

“Would you rather keep your old car?” I ask, willing to not sell Diane’s car.

Jennifer on the other hand, can’t get out to her old car fast enough dragging a trashcan from one of the offices out to the car. I see her putting things on the seat and everything else going into the trashcan.

“No, Daddy. I just hadn’t thought about it. Let me get John to help me and we’ll have this done in just a few minutes,” she says to me.

Jennifer comes inside to ask Kitty for a small bag to put the stuff she is keeping into so it doesn’t muck up her new red truck. Kitty gets three or four bags and gives them all to Jennifer, who carries them outside and gives a couple to Diane.

I get up, take a blank slip of paper off one of the sales desks and write my number and address on it before handing it to Kitty.

“Stop by when you can. I’m out of town till Friday, so maybe the weekend you and your guy will make an appearance,” I tell her in a sincere manner.

“I promise you, it will be fun,” again telling her but this time I’m smiling which causes her to smile her pretty smile.

Kitty looks down at the tent my shorts have, thanks to Jennifer. She smiles and accepts the paper and leans over and kisses me on the cheek. I just turn and head outside.

“Hey, I need a ride home. Anyone care to give an old guy a ride?” I ask the three of them.

Jennifer finds her title to her car in the glovebox and hands it to me.

“Don’t hand that to me, you have to go inside and sign it,” I tell her.

“Really? Uggggh, I was hoping to get you to myself,” Jennifer tells me with her beautiful smile.

“Oh, if you’re going inside anyway, tell Kitty that our playgroup is a friendly group. Sharon spoke to her today trying to recruit her, but she’s apprehensive without bringing her guy. It’s a safety thing I think,” I tell Jennifer.

Jennifer goes inside with her title. Kitty gets her a pen. They are talking as Jennifer signs her title and Kitty witnesses it. I see Jennifer kisses Kitty on the cheek before heading back out to the trucks.

Luckily, Diane also finds her car title. I to send her inside to sign the title. She too is chatting with Kitty. She gives Kitty a smooch on the cheek and comes back outside.

We all get into a truck; however, I choose to ride with Jennifer. John and Diane pull out first and head towards the Chateau.

Jennifer starts her new red truck and heads down the road towards home. On the way, she pulls into an empty office parking lot.

“Get those pants off,” she tells me.

As I’m doing what I’ve been told, I see her shucking her pants and panties. Like a spider, she climbs over the console to put her sweet, delicious pussy on my hard cock.

“This will make Dr. Ronda jealous,” I say to her smiling.

“Too bad. I’m going to fuck you right now, I can’t wait any longer,” she says to me.

She begins to thrust herself up and down hard on my cock. It doesn’t take long before I feel her wetness bathe my cock and balls.

“You’re getting pussy juice on your nice new truck seats,” I say to her smiling.

She is too far along on the road to a big orgasm. “OH GAWD DAVID, I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. OH, OH, OH. I’M CUMMING SO HARD. OH, OH, OH, HERE I CUM AGAIN,” she says loudly in my ear as I feel her beautiful body spasm as she hits her orgasmic peak over and over.

Just as I feel her cum a third time, I feel my own body begin to orgasm as well, “OH JENNIFER, I LOVE YOU TOO. I’M CUMMING SO HARD INTO YOU,” I say to her as I shoot what feels like a large serving of cum into her.

I kiss her hard. She puts her arms around my neck to hold me in place so we can kiss and kiss repeatedly.

As we begin to regain our senses, Jennifer does her spider impersonation once again to climb back into the driver’s seat. When she is about mid-point she stops looking over her shoulder and wiggles her ass at me, that cute beautiful ass.

She gets back into her seat and carefully puts her panties then her pants back on. As she does that, I put my shorts back on as well. I feel a bit wet as our combined juices are still on my cock. Jennifer sees this and leans over the console to lick and suck my cock clean.

“There you go lover, all clean,” she says to me as she hits the start button. I stuff my cock back into my shorts as she pulls out of the parking lot, just as a police car pulls in. The officer puts on his lights. Jennifer rolls down the window and says, “Is there a problem officer?”

“Yes, Ma’am. You have no rear license tag,” he tells us.

“OH really? we just bought this from the Ford dealership just down the road. I stopped to make all the adjustments like the rearview mirror and stuff,” she tells the officer as she winks at him.

I open the glove box and there it is the temporary license tag. I show it along with the registration to the officer. He takes the registration and heads back to his car to use the laptop that is mounted on the passenger side of the vehicle.

He taps a few keys and brings the registration card back to us and thanks us for being so polite. He did ask if the truck still came with the free Sirius, which it does but only a two-year subscription. He tells us that he has an Explorer that has a lifetime Sirius and he loves it. I tried guessing that he was more of an 80’s big hair band type of guy. He laughed and said, “Nope, I love Billie Holliday,” he tells us smiling. We thank the officer and Jennifer starts the truck. She rolls up the window and says, “Thank goodness, he didn’t arrive just a couple of minutes earlier,” smiling as she says that to me. She reaches over and rubs my thigh telling me thank you once again. I just smile and tell her ‘you’re welcome’.

We head down the road and off to the Chateau. When we get there, I see John’s big black truck sitting in the courtyard with Diane’s little white Flex next to it. As the front gate was opening, I see BJ emerge from the house with John next to her. He’s saying something about the two vehicles before she gets into his truck first. It only takes me a moment to figure out what she is doing. She’s synching up the vehicle to open the gate as well as the garage from inside the vehicle.

Jennifer pulls her red truck next to the other two. I get out and go over to BJ and thank her for doing this. I kiss her on the cheek and whisper in her ear, “Guess I’ll have to owe you as well,” smiling at her. She puts two fingers underneath my chin and kisses me passionately. Jennifer reaches over to be funny and squeezes my ass while I’m in mid-kiss.

Once we break from the kiss, BJ goes back to synching up the vehicles.

Jennifer takes my hand and walks me inside with John following us like a puppy dog.

Inside the front door, I see a piece of luggage. I flip the tag over and see that it belongs to Dr. Ronda. I just smile. In my head, I think that this will be a wonderful trip.

As I head down to my bedroom, I have a guest waiting for me. Ronda is on one of the play beds, all naked and summoning me with her index finger. Without objection, I head over to her and sit on the edge of the bed kissing her. She puts her arms around my neck and begins kissing me like we were two high school teenagers.

I lay her back and begin to strip off my clothes. She reaches down and begins to stroke her kitty cat. I see that her eyes are already glazing over as she plays with herself. My cock is now hard once again. I drop my shorts and boxers, kick off my sneakers, and pull off my tee shirt. I climb onto the bed and once again position myself between Ronda’s legs.

I slowly and gently push my manhood into her. I hear her start panting, much like a dog. I think in my head that this is something new.

“Oh David, I love you. I’ve been laying here for about an hour playing with myself, but not allowing me to cum as I think about you and your beautiful cock that will bring me a baby,” she tells me almost out of breath.

I push myself into her, feeling her wetness. I don’t need to slowly push in because she is clearly wet. My cock slides right into her. I put her ankles over my shoulders to get deeper penetration. I begin thrusting into her. She responds by meeting my thrusts with ones of her own, matching me as we both approach our orgasm.

As we both reach our pinnacle together, we once again declare our love for each other as I feel her arch her back underneath me. I push into her as deep as I can possibly get. When I shoot my baby making juice into her, I tell her that I love her one more time.

As we begin to regain our composure, once again I see we have an audience. This time, to my surprise, its Kitty standing with Sharon. She pulls Kitty into the bedroom and onto the second play bed. She only takes a couple of moments to strip Kitty down to her birthday suit. Of course, Sharon only takes a moment or two to get naked herself. She summons me using her index finger to which I respond.

Ronda leans into my ear and says, “Darling, I think that your presence is wanted over on the other bed. The new girl is waiting for you,” she says to me smiling and giggling.

I get up off the bed with Ronda and walk over to the other bed where Sharon is pointing to Kitty’s completely shaved kittycat.

“Lick here,” Sharon says to me smiling.

As I lean into her, I see wetness. I take a deep intoxicating breath before I begin my oral assault on her womanhood. She moans a little, but not very much. I lick her slit, nibble on her clit, even lick all the way down to her asshole. She’s moaning a little bit, but not enough for the licking that I’m doing.

I slide myself up and keep licking and sucking on her clit. Again, she is moaning, but only a small amount. I stop my oral assault and ask, “Are you even enjoying this?”

She smiles at me and says, “Yeah, its……. ok,” I am floored. OK?? OK?? What the fuck, I think to myself. I dive tongue first back into her womanhood. I begin to lick harder with a purpose. I’m not just nibbling but putting my teeth around her clit and pull on it. This gets a yelp from her. I see her smiling. I have made her move from ‘OK’ to WOW. I keep biting on her clit causing repeated yelps.

I insert two fingers into her. I push them all the way to the knuckles. She is getting wetter by the moment. While it took me a bit to find the rhythm to make her pussy reach some crescendos. Finally, I get the expected orgasm, “OH FUCKING GAWD, THIS IS WONDERFUL,” she says as her eyes are glazing over.

As she relaxes from her orgasm peak, I move myself to position my hard cock at her entrance. I gently and slowly push myself into her. I pause to allow her very tight pussy to adjust to my size. As I feel her body make the adjustment, I push myself a bit deeper. I reach down and put her knees up by her ears. Essentially, I have folded her in half. I begin thrusting into her at a much quicker pace.

Oddly, she reaches her pinnacle from my fucking much quicker than orally. “OH, MY GAWD, THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD. WAIT TILL I TELL JOSHUA,” she says as she is hitting her large orgasm.

I think to myself, ‘Joshua’, huh. I keep up the thrusting into her as she reaches big orgasm number two, “OH FUCK ME, THIS IS SO FUCKING WONDERFUL,” she says rolling through the peak.

When she hits orgasm number 3, she goes silent. At first, I thought that she had joined the club, but instead, she was just enjoying the ride. When I called her name, she just exhaled and smiled at me. She put her arms around me and kissed me as a lover does. I kiss her back with the same force and passion that she was using on me.

I rolled off of her much to her chagrin. She asked me to wait a moment as she wanted to kiss me some more. Gladly I complied with her request. We spent several minutes kissing. I nibbled on her ear. She asked me if she would be allowed to return, with Joshua. I told her that was up to her as we will have a play session on Friday night. She told me she doesn’t get off work until 9 pm. I told her to just come on by as we will be here playing.

I kissed her one more time and rolled off her to go take a shower. When I was through with my shower, she was gone. She told Ronda that she will bring herself and Joshua Friday night and that they will come prepared to enjoy themselves and play with the group.

As Ronda was telling me all this, I walked over to the bed she was on and kissed her. When we broke from the kiss I asked, “Are you ready for this trip?”

“Oh yes, my darling. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been anywhere,” she tells me. I glance at the clock and see that it reads: 8:39 pm. I think that it is time to pack for the trip and head off to bed to sleep. I first set the alarm for 2:45 am before I begin to pack a couple of suits and a couple of pair of shorts and tee shirts. I lay out a dress shirt, a suit, and a tie for the morning. I ask Ronda to join me in bed, to sleep. She smiles her beautiful smile and agrees.

We both climb into bed, snuggle up to each other and I drift off to sleep. Sleeping with Ronda is much different than being intimate with her. She is quite the mover during sex, but when she curls up for sleep, she finds her position and drifts off to sleep without moving or twitching a muscle.

As I’m drifting off to sleep, I wonder if Dakota has everything ready, but then again, I dismiss the ridiculous thought. I’m fighting the sleep thinking about how wonderful meeting Bob and Melanie Jaxson that night changed my life and Jill’s as well.

Chapter 5

When the alarm went off, I dragged my tired ass out of bed. Ronda was still sleeping peacefully all curled up into me. I gently shook her awake. I tried to get up out of the bed without disturbing Jill.

Once I was out of the bed, I headed to the bathroom to do my morning duties, shave, and shower. Once I finished shaving, I got into the shower. I felt the rush of cold air as the shower door opened behind me. Instantly I knew that it was Ronda. I pushed her towards the shower water causing her to make a sigh as the hot water cascaded over her beautiful body.

I soaped her up and rinsed her off. She did the same for me. It was very difficult to not have sex with her. She’s beautiful, she’s willing, and she’s right there in front of me. However, we didn’t have the time to play around.

She shampooed my hair and I did hers. Once the water was turned off, we stepped into the cool air of the bathroom to dry off. I went into the bedroom to see my gorgeous wife still sleeping. I wasn’t sure when she came to bed, but it couldn’t have been too long ago.

I put my cobalt blue long sleeve shirt on with a black tie. Once I was dressed, I carried my luggage stopping at the dresser to collect my phone off the charger, my wallet, and my keys.

Ronda sat at Jill’s makeup table putting makeup on. She stopped with the makeup and went into the bathroom to dry her hair. I knew that it would take a few minutes, so I took my luggage out to the front door.

I set it down next to Ronda’s luggage. Dakota came out wheeling hers behind her. Jennifer was already sitting at the kitchen table and her luggage was next to the dining room table. I grabbed it and wheeled it to the front door.

Neither Bobby nor Sammy were up yet, as 3 am was way before they usually get up. I decided on another bowl of cereal.

As I finished my cereal, Ronda came around the corner and shocked me. She looked stunning for 3 am. Her hair was perfect and her makeup too. She had a conservative dress that stopped mid-thigh with a beautiful pair of shiny black heels. She came over to me and kissed me, wiping the milk mustache off my upper lip, giggling the whole time.

Dakota indicated that the limo had arrived. We all got our luggage and headed out to the car. The driver took our luggage and put them in the trunk. The back door was already open waiting for us. Dakota got in, Ronda got in, and Jennifer got in leaving me for last. It felt weird not having John with us. He’s been my sidekick for several months now and him not being here just felt…well, weird.

I asked the driver if he knew where we were going, he assured me that he did. I texted Paula a thank you for sending a much better driver than last time.

Oddly, the streets were quiet as we buzzed along towards the private part of the airport. When we arrived, the chauffeur pulled right up close to our jet. We all got out and the chauffeur unloaded our luggage. The co-pilot came down the steps picking up the luggage and carrying it into the plane. I pulled out three $100 bills, folded them over and handed them to the chauffeur. He thanked me, put them in his pocket and left.

Ronda had taken a position right next to me with my Dakota on the other side. Jennifer kicked back on the loveseat and draped her legs over the arm putting her earbuds in and putting on a movie. She chose to watch the Tom Cruise movie “Far and Away”. I thought about how that was a nice choice since it’s a nice long movie with a run-time of 2 ½ hours.

I felt Ronda snuggle up to me, laying her head on my shoulder. Occasionally Jennifer would look over at me and just smile. I winked back at her causing her to smile even larger.

The flight was uneventful, however, when we got off the jet in Tampa, my phone lit up. It was Jill asking if I knew where Ronda had gone off to. I chastise myself for not reminding Jill that Ronda was going on the trip with us. I called Jill and assured her that Ronda was on the jet and asked if she wanted to speak to her. Jill declined as she was just worried that when she came to bed, Ronda was snuggled up with me but when she woke up, Ronda wasn’t anywhere to be found. We said our ‘I love you’ and hung up.

Since it was just barely 9 am, I suggested we hit a diner before we go to the restaurant to visit my favorite manager to propose the project, I would like him to oversee.

Jennifer chose Village Inn to eat at since many of them had gone to 24 hours. The three of us shrugged our shoulders and the limo driver took us to the nearest Village Inn. When we arrived, we asked if he would like to join us, but he declined saying that he had just eaten before he came to pick us up.

I was surprised at how busy the restaurant was, yes it was just a few minutes after 9 am but the place was jumping for a Tuesday. In my head, I thought about how to make our restaurant group have units that had big sales on off days, like a Tuesday. Maybe the answer lies with the manager I liked here in Tampa.

It’s often difficult traveling with such gorgeous women. There are looks from all the men, but even more so the comments from the wives or girlfriends that were just loud enough to be annoying. Thankfully, at this V.I. there were lots of retired seniors. The women talk loudly, because, their husbands can’t hear that well. Funny thing, the retired community don’t seem to be jealous of the spouse enjoying the eye-candy. Guess after so many years of being together a spouse is not threatened by looking. My Grandmother used to tell me that even if you have the ‘Mona Lisa’ in your home, you still look at other art, you just don’t touch. Sound advice I always thought.

We sat there eating and enjoying each other’s company. A gentleman, probably about 70, came over and asked if I was David Greene. I assured him that I was indeed that guy. He shook my hand and laughed at how nice I travel. The ladies all giggled but I wasn’t sure that he could hear them as I saw hearing aids in both ears. He asked me for an autograph, which surprised me. The gentleman had a thin Sharpie marker and had heisted a paper carryout menu. Instead of just my signature, I put a small note. It read “To my friend Albert, it was very nice to meet you. David Greene, CEO Jaxson, Inc.”

When I handed it back to the gentleman, he thanked me. Now, many more eyes were on us. The waitress came over and joked that we must be someone famous if Albert knew who we were. She laughed at her own joke and asked for our breakfast order.

Dakota, Ronda, and I all ordered a breakfast. Jennifer was the wildcard of the bunch; she ordered a BLT on white toast with extra mayo and a large glass of white milk.

“Anything you’d like to tell us, Jen?” I asked smiling at her. This made the Dakota and Ronda turn and look at Jennifer.

“No, you silly people, I’m just hungry. I didn’t get a bowl of cereal, just a cup of coffee before we left the house,” she said to the table.

All our meals arrived quickly. I thought about how nice a restaurant can be when it is functioning properly. Clearly, this restaurant was properly staffed and running like a well-oiled machine.

We ate. We laughed. We even had a nice couple stop and ask if they could take a picture of them and me. I stood with them for a couple of minutes, but unfortunately, technology was not their strong suit. Dakota once again stepped in and saved things. She asked for their cell phone and took three pictures of me standing with the couple. Just to be cute, I reached over to another table and grabbed a menu holding it in front of me. The couple thanked me and off they went, the husband with a cane, the lady with a walker.

I thought about a business that Bob Jaxson had mentioned in his diary, a medical equipment place. His point was that people will not stop needing medical equipment, but he thought about the retail end of it. I watched as the senior couple slowly made their way to their car. He held the door open and it took her several minutes to get in the front seat. Once she was in and her seat belt fastened, he folded up the aluminum walker and put it in the back seat. I was truly amazed at how loving and caring he was to his wife. However, I came back to my senses when he backed the car out without looking and smashed it into another vehicle that was coming down the aisle.

None of the ladies jumped up hearing the crash of the two vehicles colliding. Many of the restaurant patrons ran outside to check on the occupants. The hostess pulled out her own cell phone and dialed up 911. She explained quickly what had happened.

I asked the ladies at the table with me, “Isn’t anyone going to run out there to help the people?”

Only Ronda replied, “Why should we? There must be 25 people buzzing around the two cars. I’m sure medical and police help will be along shortly,” smiling at me as she said this.

Almost on cue, the nearby paramedics arrived as did two of the local sheriff’s deputies. Now it was a whole production outside. Dakota was the first to notice that our limo was stuck behind the emergency vehicles. She dialed the company up and let them know our limo was stuck and for them to reach out to their driver letting him know that we see he is boxed in with the other vehicles. They assured her that they would call him.

Since we were not going anywhere quickly, I ordered pie for all four of us. Of course, the ladies all tried to politely decline, but not my Dakota she decided she wanted two slices of pie. She chose one cherry and one French silk. I leaned over to Ronda and asked, “Are you ready for that? The food cravings and the such?” I said smiling before I kissed her on the cheek.

“Oh yes, funnyman. I’m ready for all of it,” she said before she kissed me back, hard and passionately.

It took the waitress only a few seconds to clear the empty breakfast plates away. She had plenty of time to take care of us as nearly 75% of the restaurant patrons were outside watching the goings-on. An ambulance arrived taking the passenger of the second car away on a stretcher. The police were talking to the retired couple. I’m not sure if they were stunned or just couldn’t hear the officer as he looked like he was getting frustrated with them as he kept having to repeat himself. We all heard the officer from inside saying, “No sir, I’m asking you what happened.”

The three ladies all smiled and even giggled a bit. Me, I just felt a bit sorry for the older couple. Here he was polite and asked for a picture, that Dakota had to take for him. He lovingly put his wife of many years into the car. He carefully folded up her aluminum walker and then promptly got in the car and never looked before he backed up. Clearly, the three ladies didn’t see what I saw. The gentleman was the sole means of taking care of his wife. If he loses his license, then what happens to them?

The whole incident was cleaned up in less than 90 minutes from the occurrence of the crash. As patrons were filing back into the restaurant, all the waitresses came around asking if the cold beverages needed to be refreshed. Most people declined but a few were a bit rude about it as if the waitress caused the car crash just to make their juice warm. I shook my head as we left the restaurant remembering why I was so happy to be out of the daily grind of the restaurant world.

When we reached the limo, the driver pulled me aside and let me know that the limo company was not charging us for the nearly two hours that kept the car boxed in. I thanked him and asked for his card. He didn’t have any as this limo service doesn’t want people to single out specific drivers as the management felt it screws up the scheduling. I handed him one of my business cards and told him that my company owned three limo companies, two in LA and one in Vegas. His eyes seemed to light up when I mentioned Vegas. He told me that his sister lives in Vegas and has been wanting him to move there. I asked why she would want him there. He replied, “She needs help raising her 8 children. The husband passed away in a construction accident and while the insurance made her financially sound, she still needed help with the children.

“Call my office in LA and ask for Paula. She runs the limo companies for me. Tell her that I sent you and you are interested in Las Vegas. She’ll be happy you called,” I told him. He smiled and put my card inside his coat.

Once we were all inside our driver headed towards the restaurant of my favorite manager. I noticed a small little flyer that was almost hidden in a pocket. I pulled it out and read it. The flyer said, “Experience Christmas in high fashion. Christmas light tours one flat fee. Call for further details.”

I put the privacy window down and asked the chauffeur about the flyer. He told me that after Thanksgiving the business slows down dramatically. The owners didn’t want to lose any of the drivers, so they came up with this plan to keep the drivers working and yet make the whole thing family friendly. He said that the first two years they did this it really didn’t work very well. However, once they put these flyers almost hidden in the back of the limo, people thought they had found something like a coupon and the business quadrupled the following holiday season.

He went on to tell us that they want to make the whole thing delightful and bring repeat business. The owners now take multiple helicopter flights around the area to find the well-decorated homes. He went on to tell us that they also give a 10% discount to a customer who refers to another customer. He finished telling us that so far this season they are up another 20% versus the same time last year. I thanked him for the information, yet it had me thinking.

What could we add other than the armed driver program? Do our three car services experience the same slowdown during the holiday season? What about wine tours, since we are in California? How about trips to Hoover Dam or to the north to visit an Indian reservation? Are there other times that are notoriously slow in the car service business? I texted Paula about the chauffeur that might want to move to Vegas. I also texted that she and I need a sit-down to discuss business opportunities.

While we were driving to the restaurant, I called up my contact at BF Goodrich to check on the tire order.

“Hello Mr. Greene, what can I do for you today?” He asked.

“I’m just calling to check on how much of the tire order has left already,”

“About 65%. We can’t completely empty the warehouses, so they are working feverishly to complete the order,” he tells me.

“That’s great news. We have a large waiting list and want to fulfill the needs of the customers as soon as possible,” I tell him.

“I know. I’ve heard some grumblings from some of your competitors who also purchase from us,” he tells me. This makes me smile knowing that we are impacting our competition.

“That’s good news. Send the rest of the order when you have them. Oh, and I’ll have several more trailers of tires to be recapped. Is your plant ready?” I ask.

“YES SIR!” he couldn’t have said that without any more positive emotion.

I thank him and end the call.

As we pull into the restaurant parking lot, I see three beautiful women’s faces get all squished up. They clearly think that the appearance of this unit is in horrible shape. The chauffeur parks and opens the door for us. We all get out, however, Ronda clutching my elbow as we head inside.

I ask for the manager, telling the hostess who I am and that I’m expected. She hands me an envelope with a letter inside. It read “Mr. Greene, I am very honored that you want to put me in charge of your project. However, I respectfully decline. There are a couple of reasons for me to not take your position. First, I love what I do. I love the daily interaction with my customers. I love seeing their families grow and watching the children become teens then young adults and finally parents of their own. Second, my own family is here in Ybor City. Moving away or being on the road isn’t something that I want. Time with my family is precious and the little bit I have I cherish. Third, and finally, I want to recommend my assistant Raul Fernandez. He speaks three languages fluently. He is single. He knows all my secrets and he helped form many of our successes that you see here. I give him my personal stamp of approval if that carries any weight with you at all. I apologize for not being there and leaving you this letter, however, my Grandmother is in Tampa General Hospital and I feel that I should be there. Thank you for the offer, it means a lot to me, Regards Luis Garcia”

I ask the hostess, “Is Raul Fernandez here?”

“Yes sir, he’s in the kitchen helping out to get ready for the lunch crowd Let me get him for you,” she says smiling and swinging her cute ass as she walked towards the kitchen doors.

Jennifer leaned in and whispers in my ear, “Kind of has a swing like Dakota, huh?”

I just smile and don’t reply, but in my head, she has a good eye. This nice young lady could pass for a Hispanic version of Dakota.

“Hello Mr. Greene, I apologize for my appearance, but our kitchen is a bit behind in prepping for lunch and I don’t want our customers to suffer,” he says to me.

“Can we sit for a few minutes and talk?”

“Of course, let's take the table right over here. Does any of your party need food or something to drink?” He asks as we walk to a table in the corner of the dining room.

Ronda does ask Mr. Fernandez for a coffee. She was completely surprised when the hostess arrived with a Cuban coffee, something that she had never had.

“Mr. Fernandez, I have a letter here from your boss. But before we discuss it how is his Grandmother doing?” I ask.

“She’s got heart disease. She’s 88 and has had a long and good life, but now it is a struggle every day for her,” he tells me.

“Please tell your boss that she’s in my prayers,” I say to him.

“Mr. Greene, please call me Raul. Mr. Fernandez just sounds too formal,” he tells me making me like him more.

“OK, Raul. I’m David. I have the same outlook on life as I don’t like people that I trust to call me Mr. Greene,” I tell him as I begin.

I continue by saying, “Raul, your boss gives you high praise. He tells me that you speak three languages and you are a large part of the success of this restaurant.”

“Well, that’s really nice of him, but truth be told, he is THE driving force here,” Raul tells me.

“Raul, let me put all my cards on the table. What I am looking for is someone to travel to specific restaurants and teach the managers and the district manager to do what you have done here. Keep the primary menu, but add local cuisine to enhance the customer’s experience,” I tell him. I see him nodding his head.

“If I may ask, how much traveling would I be doing and is this all US-based or would I be traveling outside the country?” He asks.

“Good questions. I would suspect that you would travel about every 10 days or so. I wouldn’t want you to spend more than two weeks at any one spot. Second, this would be a US-based position.” I tell him.

“Does it pay well? I mean I make really good money here at $35,000 a year, the most I’ve ever made in the restaurant business,” he tells me. I see Dakota trying not to smile. She looks away towards the hostess.

“WOW, $35,000?” I say in a serious manner.

“Well, let me discuss my offer with you first. My offer will contain a corporate credit card to handle your company expenses such as renting a car. It comes with the usual boring benefits such as medical, dental, vision/hearing, student loan assistance, and you will travel via first class in every flight you take for us.” I pause for effect before I tell him the salary that I’m thinking.

“So far that all sounds nice, but I have to pay bills,” he tells me. I know that I have him at this point.

I wait for him to take a sip of his Cuban coffee before I say, “I was thinking about $75,000 a year and we can discuss a bonus plan after the first of the year,” He nearly drops his coffee causing the ladies to giggle a bit.

He sits there staring at me as if he was looking to see if I was pulling his leg or that I’m serious.

“While you’re thinking about that offer, how goes the move of the restaurant?” I ask.

“Well, not good. The first two choices have been taken already. We don’t like another place anywhere near as much as choices one and two,” Raul tells me.

“Jennifer, did you know about this?” I ask.

“No boss, I didn’t. I will get back in touch and work with them to find and secure a different location,” she says to me obviously a bit embarrassed.

“Raul, what would you think about building a new version of this place, not take some other place and just make it work. Design a new restaurant, complete with a larger and more organized kitchen. Do you think your boss would agree to that?” I ask him already knowing the answer.

“Yes, and Yes,” he says to me.

“Yes, you think your boss would like to design and build a new version of this place and Yes, you will accept my offer?” I say.

I reach my hand out and we shake on the deal. He wants us to stay for lunch since they open their doors in 5 minutes. I politely declined to tell him that we are heading to Atlanta next. He begins to tell me the secrets about Tampa International Airport and how easy it is to navigate the main terminal. I let him know that I fly in the corporate jet, but I would like to bring him and his now former boss out to the Chateau one weekend. He accepts and we say our goodbyes. As we are leaving the restaurant, I hear a large and loud ‘WHOOPEE’ coming from him in the kitchen. It makes me smile as we get into the limo.

I tell our chauffeur that it’s back to the airport to the jet. As we travel towards the airport, both Dakota and Jennifer are on the phone. Ronda just laid her head on my shoulder again.

Dakota was calling the pilot to let him know we were on the way to the jet to head to Atlanta.

Jennifer was on the phone with Diane. She was asking for all the emails to be pulled for this Tampa restaurant location and any other correspondence regarding the new sites.

Traffic was much busier from our trip this morning from Village Inn. We didn’t move very well as we just seemed to hit red light after red light.

While we were sitting at a red light, I called Captain Perez.

“This is Perez,” I get when he answers the phone.

“Hey Captain, it’s David Greene,”

“Yes, sir. What do I owe for this call?”

“I wanted to let you know that I will be in DC tomorrow, we’ll fly in tonight. I thought maybe we could get together for that beer and cigar that you suggested,” when the words cigar left my mouth all three ladies pinched their noses and shook their heads no. I just laughed under my breath.

“Would you be open to meeting for dinner and then heading over to a nice cigar bar that I like?” He asks.

“Since you’re picking the cigar bar, how about dinner at Charlie Palmer’s?” I ask.

“Mr. Greene, that’s really expensive,” he replies.

“Well, my treat. You’ve seen my house, I think that I can afford it,” I say laughing a bit.

“You do realize that when someone offers me a free steak dinner it’s like waving a red sheet in front of a bull, don’t you?” He asks me with a bit of laughter in his voice as well.

“I’m visiting the new building and I’ve been trying to reach out to my Senator Kamala Harris,” I tell him.

“Oh, you’ll really like Senator Harris. She’s smart, she’s beautiful, and she’s tough as nails. Did you know she was a district prosecutor in California before she went into politics?” he asked.

“Yes, that’s why I wanted to just see her for a few minutes since I’m in town. Of course, I have to take a look at that building that I bought and make notes on how to fix the issues you pointed out,” I tell him.

“David, you have my phone number, call me at some point and we will discuss dinner plans. Sound good to you?”

“Sounds perfect, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I said to him just as the limo was finally at our jet.

We all got out and I gave the driver another three $100 bills, which he took and put in his pocket. I reminded him to call Paula, which he said he would do today.

As everyone took a seat, again Ronda was sitting close to me. Dakota took up a seat on one of the reclining chairs. Jennifer was back in the same position with her legs draped over the arm of the loveseat. The flight from Tampa only takes an hour so it felt quick. As we touched down, the jet had to wait in line as Atlanta is Delta’s main hub and thus, they rule the airport.

Although it only was about 10 minutes, it seemed as if it was an hour waiting for the larger commercial aircraft to come and go from the various gates.

Our pilot was directed to one of the distant fingers as Atlanta is set up much like a comb. One main spine and several teeth that jut out. We were parked in the very last spot available on that finger. We ended up between two Learjet. I thought that our newer Gulfstream looks much classier.

Chapter 6

We had to wait another 15 minutes as the limo driver had issues getting to our gate. I’m not sure who our pilot spoke to, but they suggested going inside the terminal and taking their ground transportation. I just laughed out loud, apparently, they are not used to dealing with top end people, or maybe our pilot just spoke to an idiot.

The chauffeur turned out to be a beautiful blonde lady. In my head, I was guessing about 23. Ronda whispered in my ear, “Down boy. You don’t need to do any recruiting here. You have plenty of willing pussy right here riding with you and if I get my way, riding you period,” she says smiling the whole time.

Jennifer had to give the chauffeur the address of the building that we were thinking of buying. It was downtown on Peachtree Street, but as we drove towards the business district it seemed as if all the streets were Peachtree something.

The trip took nearly an hour that Dakota’s GPS said should be about 35 minutes. I thought to myself how the GPS never factors in traffic nor traffic lights.

When we arrived the size of the building was impressive, however, the first thing that we all noticed was about the lack of curb appeal. No one likes to work in what appears to be a dirty building. Dakota took her assistant book out as we got out of the limo. I handed the chauffeur three $100 bills and told her to find a place to parkas we had some work inside to do. I asked for her card and again, the chauffeur had no business card for us to reach her. However, she did give us her personal cell phone number which Dakota put into her phone.

We began by going inside the building. In the lobby, we found no security guard, no concierge, no receptionist. The tenant board had not been updated in a while as it still listed an office for the now-defunct PanAm Airways.

All three of the ladies declared that they had to use the ladies room, which there was no signage for anywhere. Jennifer found the washroom and summoned the other two ladies. I followed figuring that the men’s room must be close by, but I was wrong. It was on the opposite corner of the main floor. I only spotted it by accident as a well-dressed man came out a door wiping his hands dry with a paper towel which he threw into an overflowing waste container.

I went into the restroom and couldn’t believe the smell. I thought maybe something had died in there. I peeked underneath the stalls to see if I saw any shoes, but there was none. I pushed each stall door open thinking that maybe someone had not flushed or that there was a stopped-up toilet. However, I couldn’t find either one as I opened each stall door.

I suddenly realized what the smell was, it was sewer gas. I looked around for a floor drain which was in the last stall. I laid an unfolded paper towel over the drain and saw that there was air pushing the paper towel up off the drain. This told me that they have a leak somewhere that allowed air from somewhere else in the building to blow out here in the men’s room. I went to wash my hands and found there to be no soap in any of the dispensers. Now, missing soap isn’t a reason not to buy the building, but it certainly is a reason to fire the maintenance company, if there is one.

I just dried my hands using the paper towels, but there wasn’t very many of them either. I went back out to the lobby area and waited for the ladies. One by one they came out, each with a sour look on their faces.

When they all reached where I was sitting I asked, “Well, what did you ladies encounter in the restroom?”

“It’s not very clean. A couple of stalls appeared as if they weren’t cleaned since last week. Only a few paper towels and no soap,” Jennifer told me. The other ladies both shook their head in agreement.

“Jen, call Diane and have her pull whatever information about this building and send it to my email. I would like to find out some things that I suspect,” I ask of her. She dials up Diane as the four of us head towards the elevators.

When Jennifer hangs up, I ask, “Isn’t this the one that is going for $27 million?”

“Yes, and you said to call Jill and buy it. The contracts have already been signed,” Jennifer tells me.

“So, when and where do we close the deal?”

“Let’s get the information about who handles the maintenance here. Is it a third-party vendor or employees of the building?” I ask Jennifer.

“Well, we can find out right now. Their go-to person is a lady named Sandy. Let’s head up to their 13th floor to the offices,” she says smiling. I remember her joking before about the similarities between Sandy and Sindee.

We step onto the elevator and poke the button for the 13th floor. When the doors open, I notice there is no ding or bell or announcement that you are on the proper floor. We step off and are greeted by an elderly lady.

“Hello, I’m looking for the go-to lady of the building named Sandy,” I tell the lady.

“I’m Sandy. Who are you?” She says flooring me.

“I’m David Greene, the new owner of this building,” I tell her.

“Sir, not to argue, but you can’t be the new owner. The new owner is named Jack Son,” She tells me.

We all just smile. Clearly, this poor lady is way above her head doing multiple jobs.

Dakota hands the lady my business card. Jennifer speaks up saying, “No Ma’am, this is David Greene. He is the CEO of the company that just bought the building. The company’s name is Jaxson, Inc.”

The lady ponders what Jennifer tells her. “Well, I guess that could be true. They don’t tell me a lot here. I miss my old job being a school teacher, but now I’m too old and the kids are too rowdy. Things have just gotten way too fast for me, but I try to keep up,” she says.

Jennifer is annoyed. I’m saddened that this nice old lady is working the work of three or more people instead of having just one nice easy job or even being retired.

Ronda is speechless. She is clutching my arm once again, but now each time the lady speaks she squeezes my arm clearly stunned at what she’s hearing.

Dakota is just plain mad. Not at the lady, but at the corporate bullies that have this lady working so hard for them to save a couple of bucks.

“Sandy, may we walk around and look at the offices here?” I ask her.

She replies, “Sure, but I don’t know what you’re looking for as I’m the only one on this floor. I eat here and when I have to use the lady’s room, I have to lock the elevator so no one can step off while I’m not at my desk,” This makes Dakota and Ronda even madder.

“Ladies let’s take a walk around on this floor and take notes,” I say trying to get Dakota away from this poor old lady before something is said. As we start to walk away Jennifer stops and asks, “Who is the company that takes care of the bathrooms in the lobby?”

“Oh, we don’t have a company. I take care of them before I go home,” she tells us. Now, I’m mad as well. This company has clearly taken advantage of this lady. Dakota asks, “Miss Sandy, do you have Grandkids?”

“Oh, I have 6 grandkids, 5 great-grandkids, and 2 great-great grandkids,” she tells us.

“Then how young are you?” Dakota follows up with.

“Oh, dear. I’m 82 years old,” she says.

I interject, “Miss Sandy, who do you report to? Are they here in this building?”

“Yes, sir. It is the real estate company on the 39th floor. Would you like me to call them?” she asks.

“I would. Who would I speak to?” I ask.

“Ahmad Marmasupial. Oh, that’s not his actual name, but it’s as close as I can get to the way it is supposed to be pronounced,” she tells us.

“Could you dial him up and let him know that I’m coming up to see him, right now, Please,” I tell her as Jennifer poked the elevator button.

All four of us rode the elevator up to 39. When we stepped off, the man Ahmad came out to see us.

“Hello. Sandy tells me that you wanted to speak to me. May I ask about what?” he asks.

“Well, as the new owner of this building, why do you have an 82-year-old woman doing all the work and then having to clean the bathrooms?” I ask in a short fashion.

“Because that’s her job,” he tells me making me more annoyed.

“Well, effective now, she is not cleaning the bathrooms. I expect to see a new janitorial service handling this starting tomorrow,” I tell him.

“I’m not sure what position you hold here, but we own the building,” he tells me.

“Not any longer. My company bought the whole building. Your company already received the money. I expect Sandy to be handling phone calls and paperwork only. Have a nice day,” I tell him. Dakota is quite annoyed that this sweet lady is being drugged around without any help.

We don’t even say a pleasant goodbye as we step onto the elevator and ride it up to visit the long term tenant, Carlton Fields.

When we step off the elevator, we are greeted by a receptionist. I ask to speak to the Director of Operations. She dials up someone who comes to the reception area in just a minute or two.

“Hello, I’m Daniel Davis. I’m the Director of Operations for Carlton Fields. How may I help you?”

“Mr. Davis, I’m David Greene, the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I just wanted to stop by and let you know that my company bought the building. We are going to be making several changes, one of them is to clean the building. I’m not happy with it at all and I expect my team to turn this place into a place your company and your clients can enjoy. If you have any suggestions, here’s my card, feel free to contact me. Thank you for your time,” I say to him. We shake hands and my team gets back on the elevator.

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