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The Love Of Money - Episode 100
27-07-25 (17:28)

"I don't" Karl started to say, but emboldened by his discomfort and becoming more convinced that Helen had been honest, I cut him off. "I'm not sure." I said. "I'm still learning the ins and outs of the company. I want to honor my grandfather's legacy, but I don't want my inexperience to get in the way. With the guidance of people like Karl Yunger and Chandler Grayson here, I would like to take an active role in ensuring the success of the company moving forward." "Alright," Julia said, "I think there are a lot of shareholders and employees out there who are going to be happy to hear that." "There are a lot of details to work out" Karl leaned forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. "But rest assured, under the guidance of current -executives and the board, we will make sure the Gerrard legacy continues to thrive." There wasn't much left to say after that. The damage had been done, and I could see a subtle unrest from the audience at my announcement. Julia moved on to ask a list of questions that she claimed had been collected from the crowd. I answered a few of the questions directed at me with as much tact and ability as I could, but anything related to the business was intercepted by Chandler or the PR Director. After about fifteen minutes, the segment was over, ending with applause from the audience and a round of handshakes between the people on stage. The handshakes I received from Karl, the PR Director, and the two other men were as stiff as their smiles... I had clearly said things they hadn't expected to hear. Chandler was the only one who seemed enthusiastic toward me. Afterward, the five of the people sitting with me walked off the stage and into the crowd, immediately swarmed by dozens of people from the audience asking questions and waiting to hear more details. I was just about to head to where' Ashlee and Chloe were waiting for me when I felt someone touch my arm. I turned to see Julia offering me her hand, "Mr. Upton, thank you so much for coming. I understand you're incredibly busy right now, but if you're ever interested in a more one-on-one interview, I would love to set up something with my team." As she pulled away, I felt a business card in my hand and gave it a quick glance. I looked back up at her and she gave me another smile, "I think the public would be very interested in hearing more of your story. It's the kind of thing most people dream of, but it actually happened to you. It could be a big hit." I pocketed the card, "I'll think about it. I'm not exactly sure how much of my story I want out there. I don't feel comfortable being in the spotlight this much." Julia nodded, "I understand that, but whether you like it or not, it already is out there. At least, if you work with me, you can have some control over the narrative... tell the story the way you want it told." That wasn't the first time I'd been told that today. Like Erin, she made some good points. It wasn't like I could hide anymore now that the news had been broken. The only reason hadn't been swarmed by paparazzi or reporters was because I'd mostly been staying in places that I had nothing to do with. Except for Marduke, which most people had heard I'd quit, I avoided my old haunts. "You're right. Give me some time to think it over and I'll let you know. I promise. Thanks again for the great interview, Mrs. Lyons." "Please call me Julia, and I mean it," she said, "call me anytime." "I will," said and retreated from the stage. Chloe immediately fell in beside me. "Looks like you made a new friend." I glanced at her, "What? Julia?" "It's Julia already?" "That's what she told me to call her," I retorted. "And it's not what you think. Chloe shrugged, "If you say so. Her body language said something different." I was shocked, and my legs forgot to move. Chloe kept moving, and I had to double-time it to catch up with her. "Wait! Seriously?" Monday, 3:25 pm An hour later, Chloe and I entered the Dunbar building and were greeted with the strange sight of Bobbi talking to one of Andrew's security guys. She was leaning against the front desk next to two coffees from The Bluebeans cafe down the street. Today she wore a smart, brown and black jacket, with a matching skirt that went two-thirds of the way down her thighs, appealingly molding to her tight ass. By her body language, I could tell she was flirting with the man; her movements were animated and she gave an easy laugh at something he said. As soon as they both caught sight of me, Bobbi's smile faded as she straightened and grabbed the pair of coffees. As I approached, she offered me one of the cups. "What are you doing here?" I asked as took the proffered cup of coffee from her. Her brows knitted in confusion. "You told me to meet you here with coffee" The weekend had been a blur for me... an ongoing, hedonistic haze of inebriation and tits that had resulted in its intended consequences-making the details of last week fuzzy. But as she reminded me, I vaguely remembered my conversation with her. I'd told her to stay away for the weekend and meet with me on Monday. I looked her up and down. Her outfit appeared to have been tailored to fit her body well, showing off the subtle curves of her slender frame in an appealing way. Under her jacket, the neckline of her maroon shirt plunged to show off a decent amount of cleavage, likely enhanced by a bra engineered to increase the effect her smaller breasts would actually give. I was becoming intimately familiar with everything currently hidden under those clothes. I bit my lip as I considered what to do with the rest of my afternoon. After the press release, a little release sounded good right about now. Erin had stayed behind with Helen to assess the damage control after my announcement to the press, leaving me with no assistant. "Come on." I said and stepped toward the elevator. Chloe followed me, but Bobbi hesitated until I had the elevator doors open. I stepped inside, turned, and placed my foot on the door to keep it from closing as I stared at her from halfway across the lobby. After another beat, she came, taking her sweet time. After she stepped on, I used my key card to *********** the top floor. The entire way up, Bobbi stood next to me in complete silence fidgeting with her coffee cup. I handed my untouched coffee to Chloe while still keeping my eyes glued to Bobbi. "Could you get rid of this? It's probably poisoned."
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