Chapter 24: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Twenty-Four


    “So, what do you think?” asks my Master. “How did it go?”


    We are sitting in his office, following a meeting with Alexander Thornton, Senior and Jaye Thornton,


    Junior.


    My Master, Richard Haswell, is negotiating a real estate deal with them worth tens of millions. I have


    been acting as secretary at the meeting, taking the minutes. Also, I have been acting on instructions


    from my Master to be his eyes and ears; to gauge reactions, to people-watch.


    What do I think?


    I sip my coffee, choosing my words.


    “I think that Thornton Senior wants the deal. He thinks that being associated with the Haswell


    Corporation will enhance hispany’s reputation and that he will be able to pass that legacy to his


    son. However, I also think that Thornton Junior believes the opposite; that theirpany will be


    swallowed whole by Haswell and lose its identity. It doesn’t matter to him how attractive the deal is


    financially. He doesn’t want his father’spany to appear to be the junior partner.”


    My Master chews his bottom lip and stares at the ceiling for a minute. “I think you’re spot on with that


    Elizabeth. Any suggestions on how to deal with it?”


    Sipping my coffee, I ponder for a minute. “Well, the actual deal is all but agreed, isn’t it? The legalities,


    the finances, the share split, and so on. Am I right on that? No-one is saying that the deal discussed is


    unfair, or poor value?”


    Nodding “Ah-ha…I would say so, yes.”


    “Well, in that case, it’s about face-saving surely? Giving a perceived value to their input.”


    “Okay… so……?”


    “Suppose that some of the more visible parts of the project were branded with theirpany name, or


    even better, their names. For example, there’s a theatreplex nned as part of the development


    isn’t there? It could be called something like the Alexander Thornton Arts Foundation perhaps? I don’t


    think that would make any difference to you, would it?”


    My Master snaps his fingers. “Perfect! You’re right. It’s all about Jaye Thornton’s ego. And you are quite


    correct. I don’t need my self-image boosting. We’ll see if a little ttery will win their hearts and the


    deal.”


    *****


    Later that evening, we are sitting in a beautiful restaurant; myself and my Master, with Alexander and


    Jaye Thornton. The surroundings are lovely, the staff excellent and the food is divine. However, the


    mood is tense.


    Alexander Thornton is a man of perhaps sixty years old, silver-haired, twinkly-eyed and charming. His


    son, Jaye Thornton is a fire-cracker, quick-tempered, good-looking and eager to take offence. I wonder


    how serious his father is about passing hispany on, to this impetuous young man.


    “So,” begins my Master, addressing Thornton Senior. “What are your conclusions after our discussions


    this afternoon? It seems to me that our offer is eptable. The project is viable and both our


    companies have skills to bring to the table.”


    Jaye jumps in before his father can speak. “No, it is not eptable. Everything is set up so that your


    company sees all the benefits, receives the publicity, everything. The Thornton Corporation….”


    His father breaks in. “Now then Jaye. Calm down. This can work for everyone. We just have to find the


    right way of doing it.”


    “I agree.” says my Master. “And in fact, Elizabeth had some thoughts about this very point….” He turns


    to me, waving his hand, inviting me to speak.


    Nervously, “Well, Mr Thornton…”


    Smiling, “Alex, my dear…”


    I nod acknowledgement of his courtesy. “Alex. Earlier today, you were talking about how you wanted to


    pass yourpany onto your son….” I nod to Jaye, trying to address them both. “…. You were saying


    that you would like to retire and you were considering your legacy; how you would be remembered for


    all the work you have done to build up yourpany…”


    Alex is nodding encouragingly.


    “Well, I was thinking that, in the eyes of the world,pany names don’t mean much do they? But


    other things do. Things that are more visible to the man in the street. John Doe doesn’t care about the


    name on the ‘Constructed by’ billboard. But if, for example, the theatreplex were to be called


    something like ‘Alexander Thornton Arts Foundation’, it would mean a lot more to him. The park area


    could be perhaps ‘The Thornton Recreational Facility’.” I grind to a halt, feeling a bit of a fool.


    However, Jaye’s eyes have lit up. “That would be wonderful. Dad here would get the recognition he


    deserves for all his hard work and the Thornton Corporation gets the prestige that it deserves.”


    My Master swings his gaze to Thornton Senior. “So, Alex. What do you think?”


    “I think we have a deal, Richard.” and he stands, hand offered.


    My Master shakes hands with both Thorntons. “I’ll get thewyers on to writing up a draft form of words


    tomorrow. We’ll get something to you by Thursday for approval.”


    “Agreed. And I think a toast to celebrate our agreement.” Alex holds up a champagne flute and we all


    clink sses.


    The remainder of the evening is spent in pleasant chit-chat.


    Alexander says “So, what is your position in all this Elizabeth? Obviously, you are part of the Company,


    but do I take it that you and Richard are……?”


    I am unsure how to answer this, not knowing what my Master has told people about me. However, he


    smoothly interrupts my confusion. “Yes, Alex. You’re quite right. Elizabeth and I, do enjoy more than a


    business rtionship.” He takes my hand and kisses it, his eyes soft as he gazes into mine.


    As the conversation continues, light now, and cheerful, everyone smiling and rxed, my Master’s


    hand strays down onto my thigh, stroking me. I do not think he actually intends anything by it or is even


    really aware he is doing it, as he is engaged in conversation. However, I have waited for this moment.


    My skirt was carefully chosen to be ttering, but apparently demure. To the outside world, I must


    appear a princess. Caesar’s wife must be above suspicion. However, the skirt is a wrap-over and falls


    easily aside with a little assistance.


    I shift my position slightly, allowing the fabric of the skirt to fall to one side, giving my Master ess to


    my stocking top and naked thigh, discreetly hidden by the white linen tablecloth.


    This, he does notice, and for a brief second, his eyes slide sideways to mine while he continues


    speaking with the Thorntons. However, his hand continues its smoothing massage of my leg, gradually


    working further upwards and inwards. I admire the skill with which his hand is moving, but his upper


    arm, visible to the outside world, remains stationary. And his conversation with Alex and Jaye continues


    unbroken.


    Suddenly I see the look of shock pass over his face. He coughs into his napkin to cover it. Alex looks


    concerned. “Are you alright Richard? Have a ss of water.”


    My Master nods and goes through the motions of drinking the water but his eyes meet mine with an


    unreadable expression. His questing hand has just discovered that I am wearing no panties.


    “More water Richard?” I ask, in a voice of concern, keeping all trace ofughter from my tone.


    “Thank you, Elizabeth. Yes, I’m getting a little warm in here.”


    *****


    Arriving at my Master’s apartment, he opens the door and eye points-me in. “You. Inside.”


    Obediently I enter, sucking in my cheeks as I try not to smile.


    Closing the door behind him, my Master grabs me, shoving me up against the wall. “That was very


    naughty Elizabeth. Not wearing panties for an important meeting. Suppose you’d had to bend over?”


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    “Sorry Master. But I didn’t have to bend over, and I was very careful. You would never have known


    about it unless your hand hadn’t…”


    “Answering back is also not the way to behave.” His voice is stern, but his eyes areughing as he lifts


    me bodily against the wall.


    My God but he’s strong. “Put your arms around my shoulders,” he instructs, as he lifts my skirt, pulling


    it to one side and exposing my nakedness underneath. I anchor my legs around his waist as he probes


    my pussy with a finger. “As I suspected, sopping wet already, Elizabeth. I’ll have to do something about


    that.” His trousers are noticeably bulging.


    I am trying, unsessfully, not to giggle as, while I hang around my Master’s shoulders and waist, he


    unbelts and unzips, releasing his cock, already standing hard and stiff. My giggles turn to squeals as,


    with no ceremony, he pushes inside me, gently once or twice, as he opens me up, then hard, ramming


    home.