The Love Of Money - S02 E205

Story 4 weeks ago

The Love Of Money - S02 E205

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 205

Melina and Leonie were particularly charming—the latter having a modelesque stature, strawberry blonde hair, fair skin, and a light dusting of freckles across her nose and shoulders. It didn’t help that both of them made several overt suggestions of how they would love to show their gratitude for being such a generous patron.

I didn’t get as much overt flirtation from Iryna, but her English was flawless, her accent cute, and we ended up having a lot in common. Something told me that I could have asked her out on a real date, and she would have said yes.

And of course, the air was thick with flirtation and fun, which Natashya bathed in. She enjoyed her drinks and brief caresses with some of the other girls.

And the looks she was giving me from across the pool? They reminded me of what it was like to touch her… to feel her soft breasts under my palm and her fevered lips on my skin. Natashya was wild and earthy in ways that were hard to match. She had a unique charm that often drew my eyes and my imagination.

Which meant that it was imperative that I stay as far away from that sexy Eastern European hippie as possible, because the last thing I needed to do was sleep with my sister’s girlfriend.

After about half an hour of flirtation and drinks with the ladies, which ended up with me in the pool, I ended up sneaking off with Rose for a quick fuck. Melina and Leonie wanted to come with us, but I had to give them a rain check—I just didn’t have time for a foursome.

But ten minutes and three orgasms later, I left Rose in one of the bedrooms, completely spent with a large load of my cum leaking out of her. She muttered something that sounded like a farewell as I slipped out the door…

And ran into Erin leaning against the wall.

“Oh… hey!” I said as I shut the door behind me.

My assistant looked up from her phone and tried to peer into the room just as I sealed it shut. Her expression was a little strained. “I came to see how much longer you’d be. Natashya said you’d be down here. Who’d you bang?”

“Uh… Rose?”

Her gaze flicked back to me, and she looked like she wanted to tell me something, but instead she simply said, “Come on. Everyone’s waiting.”

Erin led me to the yacht’s conference room, where I found the real reason I was here.

Vikram, Helen, Chandler, Chloe, Henry, and Charity were gathered around a large table made from some rich, grainy, light-stained wood.

Helen was sitting at the other end—Vikram next to her. Chloe was leaning against the wall just behind Helen with her customary arms crossed over her chest. Chandler was sitting on the other side of Helen, glancing around at everyone a little nervously. Psalter sat next to Vikram, his hands steepled as he watched me walk in with a contemplative look in his eyes. Charity sat across from him, typing away at a laptop and ignoring everyone, the tip of her tongue peeking from between her lips.

Erin walked past me and took a seat opposite Charity, leaving the end of the table opposite Helen free for me.

“Hey guys,” I said, looking around at the small team I’d assembled. “Thanks for being here today.”

“Chandler has filled us in, Marcus,” Helen said, looking a lot less like my collared lover and more like a boardroom CEO who had just called me to the carpet.

“Cool,” I said, taking a seat, trying not to look as on edge as I felt. “Tell me how we do it.”

She didn’t look amused. “Marcus.”

“What, Helen? You’re the experts. It’s why I pay you all so well.”

“You don’t pay us to work miracles.”

“That’s exactly what I pay you for, and that’s what I want.”

Chandler raised his hand. “I think what Mrs. VanCamp is trying to say is that what you are asking requires an immense number of resources and coordination. It will take a lot of time, effort, and money to undertake this sort of endeavor.”

“You read me the riot act on Friday, Chandler.”

“You want to poison VistaVision and sell it to the Tanakas. Hiro’s people are going to do due diligence, sir,” Vikram said. “There will be audits, reviews, inspections… valuations. There will be people with years of experience in acquisitions looking for exactly the kinds of things you’re asking.”

“Tanaka’s a shrewd businessman,” Helen said. “If he even suspects what you’re trying to do, there will be an all-out war.”

“There’s already a war,” I said. “So, I don’t see the downside.”

Helen looked genuinely annoyed and started to repeat my words. “You don’t see—”

She stopped herself and then half stood out of her seat, leaning over the table. “Marcus, do you think he’s even remotely done?”

“I don’t care,” I said. “He’s not going to get the chance to do any more.”

“What you’re asking is impossible.”

Chandler gave Helen a skeptical look. “Well… not impossible.”

“Create enough of a sense of urgency and I’m sure they’ll cut plenty of corners. A rush job gets sloppy one hundred percent of the time,” Erin chimed in.

“Even if you managed to outsmart the army of lawyers and CPAs Hiro will have,” Vikram said, “None of it will hold up once he takes you to court and sues you for damages.”

“Unless they’re grossly incompetent,” Chandler said.

“Which Hiro Tanaka is not,” Helen objected.

“He entrusted some of his most valuable shares to his wife, who stabbed him in the back,” I pointed out. “He’s more fallible than you give him credit for.”

“Marcus!”

I stood up. “Mrs. VanCamp!”

She didn’t respond.

“I understand the hesitation. I do. But Chandler and Psalter both assure me—risky or not, this is doable. It’s what we’re doing.” I pointed a finger at Helen. “You’re doing this.”

There was no raising my voice. I didn’t need to. The very idea I was trying to convey was enough to keep them silent.

“Unless someone has a better idea?” I paused, letting a little more of my conviction creep in. “I could have Hiro killed. Maybe that works… maybe it doesn’t. Even if it does, I still have Sachiko to contend with. She’s smarter than her dad, so there might be a chance we can get her to back off. Even then, Rajesh taught me something: there’s always someone else looking to become the bigger fish. Another name, another heir, another lunatic with too much money and not enough fear.”

I leaned forward. “This isn’t just about ending the Tanakas. It’s about ending the idea that anyone can touch what’s mine. I want them afraid—not of guns… not of bodies. I want them to be afraid of loss. Of humiliation. I want to gut them where it hurts—their money.”

I looked around the table at each one of my people: brilliant, lethal, and loyal in their own way.

“I don’t have the blueprint. That’s why I hired you. If you don’t have the answer, I guarantee someone on your team does. Use them.”

Still more silence.

“We won’t survive a long war with Tanaka. He’s too rich, too stubborn to quit, and he doesn’t care about what anyone else loses. He’ll bleed us dry until the world eventually decides both of us are the problem.”

I exhaled slowly. “So, we’re going to give him a gift. A dream deal that’s too good to ignore but infested with all kinds of crap. Shell companies, IP offloading, incompetent employees, bad deals executed after the sale, time-released rumors… all the fun things this guy was telling me about on Friday.” I pointed to Chandler.