The Love Of Money - S01 E238

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The Love Of Money - S01 E238

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 238

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.

"Do I have anything important going on this week?"