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The Love Of Money - Episode 97
27-07-25 (17:23)

Unable to argue with her, I settled back in the seat and started reading through the resumes I'd been handed while Erin took my dick in her mouth. Feeling her soft tongue gently caressing the underside of my cock as her lips kept light, teasing suction on my member, I only made it about halfway through the list before setting it aside to concentrate on what my assistant was doing as she fellated me. Finally, with my hand on the back of her head and the head of my cock buried down her throat, I unloaded within her, giving me a rush of dopamine and clearing my head. Once completely drained, Erin sat back up, dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a finger, and sucked any residual fluids off while giving me a Cheshire cat grin. We spent the remainder of the ride going through her notes on candidates for a chef, gardener, and domestic manager. The gardener's job was simple enough - he would maintain the grounds on top of my apartment, including keeping the pool in pristine condition. Erin managed most of my life; similarly, a domestic manager was meant to manage my home and staff. She would make arrangements to keep food stocked, schedule upkeep and maintenance, oversee maid services, and anything else that would fall into the realm of living spaces. The woman Erin had picked was a Japanese national, with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and striking Asian features, appearing to be in her late thirties. Erin seemed pleased when I signed off on all three of them, and we spent the remainder of the trip talking about the Channel Seven event I was walking into, going over the PR director's talking points Karl sent over, and schooling me on my grandfather's company, VistaVision. It was one of the largest corporations dealing in media and entertainment, competing with some of the biggest companies out there for consumer dollars. It now owned one of the most successful streaming platforms, a popular hosting site, financed movies, ran cruises, established theme parks, and participated in many other ambitious endeavors that made VistaVision a household name. According to everyone, it also meant that I had many eyes focused on me. Finally arriving at the Channel Seven building, the door opened and we climbed out. Erin and I made our way through the lobby of the building with Chloe and one other security guard on our heels while the third drove off to park the car. The men were attired the same in dress shirts, pants, and a matching coat, while Chloe wore navy pants, a white blouse, and a semi-casual jacket. She looked like she could have been a middle- aged mom who had just dropped her kids off at school before heading to her desk job. We were greeted by a woman in the lobby who handed us badges and led us through security and into a large auditorium. What I saw caused me to stop in my tracks; there had to be over a thousand people in this room. Important-looking people milled about, shaking hands with each other and probably making deals that would change the fates of entire cities. The far end had a lit stage with multiple chairs laid out in a row. Was this where' I was supposed to give my talk? Was supposed to say important things in front of all these people? Karl Yunger and William Price were both there to greet me, and I saw Ashlee standing just behind William. She caught me looking at her and broke out in a dazzling smile that would have captivated me a few days ago, but between the baggage of being a VanCamp and spending a weekend with a bevy of hot women, was inoculated to her charms. She was still a knockout, and I would have fallen in bed with her in an instant if she hadn't if the circumstances had been different, but I was starting to learn that I didn't have to listen to my penis every time it wanted to lead me into temptation. "Good to see you, Mr. Upton!" Karl said as shook his hand. "Did you get a chance to look at the notes we sent you?" "I did," I glanced around. "Mr. Younger, I didn't expect this many people. I thought this was going to be a small gathering of just a few reporters." "Unfortunately," William interjected, "some of the members of the board at VistaVision got wind that this would be happening and insisted on being here. Then word got out to some of the other shareholders, and before we knew it, it evolved into this. There'll be a Q and A period, but don't you worry about any of that. Chandler is going to handle that," he said. "We just need you to read off the statement we gave you and let us handle the rest." "Who's Chandler?" I asked. "He's the Director of Operations for VistaVision and the interim CEO until a new one is appointed," Karl said, directing me to follow him through the crowd toward the stage. "In fact, he's waiting for you in the green room, if you'll come with me." "I've managed to do a pretty good job of avoiding the news crews and paparazzi so far," I said as followed him. "Some of my family haven't been as lucky. Will doing this calm everyone down?" As we weaved through the crowd, Karl gave me a smile that conveyed pity. "Perhaps, but Mr. Upton, you need to keep in mind conveyed pity. "Perhaps, but Mr. Upton, you need to keep in mind that you're one of the 'elites' now. You'll likely experience a fluctuating degree of media attention, but it'll never fully go away. It's an unstoppable force. The best you can do is try to steer it in the direction you want it to go. That's one of the purposes of this meeting." Erin, Chloe, and security guard extra number one accompanied us through the crowd and a door to the right of the main stage. Karl and William led me down a much quieter hall to a door. "We'll send someone for you when they're ready, William said. "Don't worry," Kari said, "I'll be up there with you to keep you from making any blunders." With that, the pair left me and my small entourage on our own. I entered the room and found two people already present. A man who appeared to be in his late fifties to early sixties... and Helen. My lawyer's blue eyes immediately tracked me and flashed a tight- lipped smile. Helen's poker face was usually killer, but today, uncertainty was etched in every line of her features. She was uncomfortable with our new situation, and I couldn't blame her. The man turned from the window he'd been gazing out of and gave me a toothy smile as he approached me, offering his hand. "Ah! Hello! You must be the man of the hour himself, Marcus Upton!" He spoke with a proper British accent that you might hear from a butler in a movie, and smiled with his eyes and mouth. It was infectious, and I couldn't help but return it despite my feeling of trepidation at being here. I gave him my hand and we shook.. "Hi. You're Chandler?" I asked. "Yes! Chandler Grayson. Director of Operations for VistaVision, but I'm sure Yunger has filled you in on myself, so I won't bore you.. Just to let you know, the companies have been in good hands during this dreadful time. Despite the tumultuous news and the fraught waves it's stirred within the markets, we've weathered them quite nicely, if I do say so myself." "That's... good?" "I should think so, Mr. Upton! I'd even go so far as to say our team has done some of their finest work during this dark hour." "Are you going up on the stage?" I asked, unsure of whether or not having this cartoon character of a man on stage was a good thing.
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