The Love Of Money - Episode 238
06-08-25 (17:51)
Tara would be working with us all pretty intimately, so
I decided she might as well know the entire situation.
Erin had drawn up a boilerplate NDA for her that she'd
already signed, so I felt relatively comfortable filling her
in on a few of the details. I left out a few of the darker
elements of how we met, but told her most of our
situation-Bobbi had been stealing from the company I
bought, had mistreated most of the people she worked
with, and was an outright bitch. I threatened to turn her
in, but instead of accepting that fate, she decided to
enter a deal with me that resulted in a collar and a
status as a live-in plaything story had a thin coating of
sugar to make the whole thing a bit more palatable,
but hadn't lied. If Bobbi told a different narrative, and
Tara decided she didn't like it, well... I'd burn that bridge
when I came to it.
Surprisingly, Tara didn't seem all that taken aback by
the story. I guess she'd anticipated some sort of
authoritarian arrangement- the collar was a bit of a
giveaway. She didn't express any kind of distress over
it, though. In fact, quite the opposite, the way she drew
her legs tighter against herself and leaned toward me
as I told the story, I suspected the concept turned her
on.
I was relieved that Tara didn't seem to have any sort of
hang-up with the relationship, but it reminded me that I
was overdue to have a similar conversation with Emily
and Natashya. Bobbi usually kept to herself, and this
place was big, but there was no doubt that Emily and
Natashya had seen her around the house. The fact that
neither had asked about her yet had me wondering
what they suspected was happening with her.
"Anyway," I finally said once I finished the story and
stood up, "I need to start getting ready. Big day ahead."
"Sounds good," Tara said, hopping to her feet with what
looked like a fraction of the effort. "If you don't win, do
I still have a job?"
"What?" I asked.
"Your big business meeting or whatever.. you aren't
losing everything if you don't win, are you?"
"Uh... no. should be fine."
"Ah." Tara said, "Well, good luck anyway. Try not to
stress out too much. If it goes bad, then no worries. It's
not like you're gonna be destitute or anything."
She stuck out her hand, and I shook it as contemplated
her point. She was right-1 would be fine even if
Chandler didn't keep his spot on the board. In fact, I
would be more than fine... I'd be just as wealthy
tomorrow as I was now. That thought eased a little of
the tension out of my shoulders. "Thanks, Tara."
Thirty minutes and a shower later, I was down in the
dining room eating breakfast with Chloe and Erin.
Breakfast was surprisingly good, despite having been
warned by Tara that it would be healthy. I guess eating
food that was good for you and delicious was a
privilege that only the wealthy enjoyed.
As usual, Chloe barely said two words while Erin was
her usual, chatty self, going over interesting points
about the upcoming meeting today and asking me to
fill her in on how things went with Charity.
I'd made a day trip to Vegas on Sunday to visit the
influencer at her home, bringing breakfast with me. She
had been released on Saturday but was still confined to
her bed. The last time we'd seen each other, she'd been
blowing me at a rooftop party when we were rudely
interrupted by gunfire. She had been shot, and I had
been kidnapped.
I told Erin about offering her a job as my PR manager,
with the caveat that she would move to New York,
return to school, and have an experienced advisor for at
least a year until she felt comfortable enough to take
on the responsibilities herself. I also mentioned that I
generously gave the poor, bedridden girl oral.
Erin had several questions, and I simply told her that
the moment Charity accepted the job offer, I would
hand the entire thing over for her to set up. Around that
time, Emily joined us at the dining room table.
"How was the rest of your weekend?" Emily asked us
while she filled her plate.
"Not much of a weekend," Erin said. "Your brother had
me working."
"Marcus!" Emily said accusingly.
"No. It's okay," Erin said, giving me a wink. "I'm a
workaholic."
That wasn't the only thing she was. By the time I got
home last night, it was late, and as I'd stumbled
through the dark of my room, I'd found a tiny, naked
assistant in my bed. The moment my fingers had come
in contact with her silky hair, I'd picked up on her floral
scent. The next thing knew, my clothes were off, and
she was inhaling my cock before riding me through
three orgasms until I came deep in her womb. We
never got a chance to discuss her progress with locating
my grandfather's flash drive.
"Speaking of," said around a mouthful of eggs, "How did
it go?"
Erin glanced at Emily, then back at me, and I nodded,
indicating that it was okay to talk about this in front of
her. I was completely confident in my sister's loyalty
and trusted her implicitly.
"Well, we didn't find anything definitive. The keys to
those lockboxes I mentioned never turned up, and
there's no sign of a flash drive."
"Dammit," I muttered. "So, it was a waste of time?"
"Not really," Erin said. "Vikram and I gained insight into
your grandfather and his estate. I know a lot more than
I did Saturday morning. I think we should check out his
vacation home."
"Which one?" I asked. "Doesn't he have several?"
Erin nodded, "Yeah, but the one in the Catskills seems
to be a favorite. Probably because it's so close to New
York."
"He did go out there pretty frequently," Chloe chimed in.
"I remember him holding meetings and working
remotely from that location for days at a time."
I shrugged and said, "It can't hurt. I'd like to see it too.
How far is it?"
"Not far at all," Erin said. "Especially by chopper."
"It has a helipad?" I asked.
"Most of your grandfather's properties do," Chloe said.
"He hated being driven around when flying was so
much faster."
"Yeah, I get that" said, noting that I was also getting
accustomed to using a helicopter. When I first learned
about my grandfather, I thought being driven around
was a luxury, but it had nothing on being aerial travel.
"When do you want to go?" Erin said.
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