1. The White Box -- Part 2


    Date: 11/22/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 87.6, Source: sexstories.com

    treat to lunch tomorrow.” She kissed me and returned to her desk to email the memos to the appropriate offices. As promised we were out the door at 11:50. I let everyone know that we’d be back tomorrow morning. There were a number of shocked faces in response. CHAPTER 5 Time flew and soon it was November. I was in conference with the new (and very successful) Director of Human Resources and the woman we’d selected to replace my ex-secretary. As promised, she was 61, forty pounds overweight, and a grandmother of seven. On the positive side she had excellent experience and even better skills. I was happy; Rita was happier. She had just left to resume her duties when I spoke to Rita about her. “You do realize, don’t you, that you could have sent me Miss America and I’d still be completely yours.” “Yes, Martin, but why tempt fate? Selma is a very capable secretary. That’s all you really need.” “No, I really need you.” I kissed her and returned to my office. Selma was already there dealing with my mail when the phone rang. “Mr. Bellamy…it’s the police!” I took the call in my office. “Martin Bellamy here.” “Detective Serrano, Mr. Bellamy; we finally found your wife’s car.” “Where? Did you find her, too?” “No, just the car, but it tells us a lot about why nobody’s seen her in months. The car was under a stand of tall pines up north in the State Forest Preserve. Know where that is?” “I think so; I think my dad used to take me up that way to hunt and fish. You can’t do that now, can ...
    you?” “No, the area is all protected now; looks like they took a wrong turn in the dark and ran over a rock. It tore out the oil pan. We found some slippers like the ones they made you wear about a half mile up the trail to the woods. So far there’s no sign of them, but we’ll keep looking. Incidentally, your dad did take you up into the area, but not there. He told us he took you to a lake about ten miles away.” We chatted for a while then I told him how much I appreciated his thoroughness. “We always have to check on everything and everyone. Please don’t be insulted.” I told him I wasn’t and ended the call to attend a meeting with the fund managers for the Bellamy New York Municipal Bond Fund. It was one of 14 funds run from this office. It was our newest fund and I thought it would be very successful. I was a long-time believer in no-load funds—mutual funds sold with no commission either at purchase or redemption. Because of that we did a lot of business online or by telephone, but none with the big brokerage houses. Even at one percent annually our commissions earned more than eight hundred million a year. After expenses I had cleared almost 500 million, taking about a hundred million in compensation annually over the past five years and donating roughly ninety-five percent to charity. Almost all of the rest went back into the business. I’d been to two hearings in regard to my pending divorce. Dave was pretty sure that it would come to a screeching halt fairly soon. So far ...
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