The Love Of Money - S01 E241

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The Love Of Money - S01 E241

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 241

"You're saying she's been kept here against her will?" Emily said. Her words came out slowly and cautiously, but I could tell she was trying hard to keep her cool.

"Think I'm gonna leave," Chloe said, getting up from the table. Of course, my bodyguard was going to leave. She could charge into a building full of mercenaries and pull me out of their clutches without an issue, but when I needed her the most, she abandoned me in my darkest hour as I faced off against my sister. I wanted to shoot her a glare for demonstrating her cowardice, but Emily's expression dared me to look away.

"Technically, no," said. "She could have left at any time."

"By being put in the back of a police car..."

I opened my mouth to add something, but I couldn't think of anything to help my case, so I said, "Yeah."

Abruptly, Emily stood up, turned, and walked out of the dining room without so much as a glance back at me. I stood up from the table as she disappeared through the door. "Emily!"

I didn't get an answer

Everyone who learned about my relationship with Bobbi had been relatively cool with it-Helen had been an enthusiastic accomplice from day one. Erin jumped at the benefits of having access to my submissive. Chloe knew about her but had barely said more than two words about the situation. They were all pragmatists, though; each one of them skirted around moral issues when they thought it was for the best. Emily wasn't. Deep down, she was an idealist- it's why the relationship with Natashya bothered her, as did my 'harem."

It was more than Emily being principled, though. Things had happened to Emily that she wouldn't talk about, and as I called out for her, it occurred to me that something about Bobbi's situation might have triggered some unpleasant memories of those two years on the West Coast.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

This might be bad.

Monday, 8:55 am

I stared out of the window as we approached the helipad for

VistaVision's global headquarters. It was a monolith on the New York skyline, vying for attention with the Empire State, Flatiron, and Chrysler buildings. It was a perfect metaphor for the business and its dominance in several global markets.

And I owned it all.

Well, forty percent of it.

As the helicopter swung around the large building, I got a good look at the double V's hanging on the side of the building. They were stacked against each other in a cascading effect, with one colored a deep dark blue while the other was shaded maroon.

"This is your first time seeing the building?" Erin asked.

"First time in the building," I clarified. The thought was sobering. I know I'd only owned it for a few weeks, but the fact that I was showing up to the building for the first time to throw my weight around regarding choosing a new CEO couldn't be ignored. What business did I have in trying to shape a company's future when I hadn't so much as darkened its door? The thought made me feel small and insignificant next to this massive abstract entity.

This is too big, I thought to myself as we approached the helipad. Why not turn around, go home, and stay in bed with Erin and Bobbi all day? Erin would be happy to slip out of that cute little number she's wearing and jump on your dick. Bobbi could join. Heck.. I could probably even call Danni or Rose if I felt particularly frisky.

It sounded like a lot more fun than what I was walking into, and for a hot second, I seriously considered turning the helicopter around.

But I didn't.

I don't know why, but I felt responsible for what happened on days like today. There was so much I didn't understand about business on this scale and the inner machinations of a company like VistaVision, but I needed to buy myself time to become more involved, and the best way to do that is to keep people at the helm that I trusted.

A single figure stood on the rooftop, and as we approached, I identified Helen. Her eyes were shaded as she looked up at the helicopter, which began its slow descent to the helipad. Her blond hair whipped around her face, but she ignored it in that cool, classy way she seemed to do almost everything.