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Climbing the Ladder 5 - Reaching New Heights

Copyright© 2026 by Michael Loucks

Chapter 25: Hardball

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 25: Hardball - Jonathan's business life is booming, but he's also suffering from yet another loss. While he's done his best to pick up the pieces of that sundered relationship, he can't help but feel responsible. However, where two close relationships have withered, another blooms. Violet has transitioned from a badly damaged girl to a vibrant woman. Will he continue to climb this ladder, or will there be another ladder to climb in his future? No matter what, the only direction he plans to go is up.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Workplace  

July 24, 1984, Chicago, Illinois

"You have to explain the cat's behavior," I said to CeCi on Tuesday morning.

"No pussy can resist you!" she smirked.

"True," I grinned. "But that is NOT the kind of pussy that interests me!"

"Good thing!" Violet smirked.

"Well, there is that Steve Martin skit," I grinned. "But seriously, CeCi?"

"I have no clue. Neither does Deanna. For whatever reason, she's attached herself to you."

"Maybe she's a voyeur?" Bianca suggested with a smirk.

The door opened, and Chelsea came in, which meant the risqué conversation had to end, lest we offend her. We could continue, but I felt there was no point in deliberately giving offense.

"Good Morning!" she said.

We greeted her, and she went right upstairs to check on Sofía. Twenty minutes later, I headed to the office, leaving Violet with Bianca, as was the norm when Violet spent the night. The usual schedule for the data analysts was to start at 8:00am, and that was when Violet usually arrived.

I preferred to be in the office no later than 6:45am, as that gave me plenty of time to speak to Rich and Mark, the overnight traders who handled Asian and morning European trading, and to have my global political and economic risk analyses done by the time the other analysts arrived. They usually came into the office between 7:00am and 7:15am, which afforded plenty of time to put together the daily analyst report. It was published at 8:15am, forty-five minutes ahead of the 'big bell' that signaled the New York opening.

I quickly completed my morning routine by making a pot of coffee after hearing things had been relatively quiet in Asia and Europe overnight. Things in New Zealand seemed to be calming down, which led me to lower my global economic risk factor by one point, with the biggest risk being the US elections, even more so than terrorism.

We were relatively certain Reagan would win, as his poll numbers showed him with more than 50% of the vote, fairly consistently through May, June, and July, though they had tightened a bit after the recent Fed action. But where his real advantage came was in the Electoral College. He was simply not going to lose California, New York, Texas, Pennsylvania, Illinois, Ohio, or Florida, which would give him 205 Electoral Votes as a base, and he only needed 270 to win.

There were so many ways to accumulate the additional 65 votes that I didn't see how Mondale could prevail. Reagan was likely to accumulate at least 60% of the popular vote in Utah, Idaho, Nebraska, Wyoming, New Hampshire, and Oklahoma, which would provide twenty-nine of those sixty-five. We didn't see him losing Alaska, Arizona, Kansas, Nevada, North Dakota, South Carolina, or Colorado, worth another 43 votes, taking him to 277. Mondale could win the rest, which was highly unlikely, and would still lose.

That said, there were enough questions about Reagan's age — he had turned seventy-three in February — and the debates that it was possible for Mondale to make the race competitive. Reagan was an expert at giving prepared speeches — no surprise given his experience as an actor — as well as during press conferences, which were somewhat controlled, but there were questions about his abilities in a back-and-forth debate.

The only other thing which might derail Reagan was the Federal Reserve. If Paul Volcker continued to tighten, Reagan's polling advantage on the economy might disappear, and in the end, no matter what else was true, the American public voted their pocketbooks. The economy had been a major issue in the 1976 and 1980 elections, in both cases leading to the defeat of the incumbent party, though Gerald Ford had been something of a special case.

Our report went out on time, as usual, and I began my daily detailed analysis of currencies, interest rates, and precious metals. There were no major elections scheduled in the next thirty days, which tended to create more stable conditions in the FX and precious metals markets.

The main short-term risks were from terrorist acts, but Europe had mostly run the Red Brigades and the Baader–Meinhof Gang to ground. The IRA was active, but its campaigns were typically against military and government targets in Britain, and tended not to have a major impact on the financial markets. On a global scale, the biggest concern came from the two largest member groups of the PLO — Fatah, run by Yassir Arafat, and the PFLP, run by George Habash.

What was more concerning was the complete destabilization of Lebanon, with various factions fighting a ten-year-long civil war. With the US withdrawal in May and June, Muslim factions, together with Syria, had gained the upper hand. From everything I read in foreign policy journals, there was no end in sight, and no proposed resolution that might resolve the differences between the factions.

In addition, the Iran-Iraq War continued to rage, also with no end in sight, with both sides conducting significant military operations, both on the ground and in the air. The analysis of the journals was that the sides were about equally matched, with each side having advantages and disadvantages. Iraq had more matériel, but Iran had more ground troops and better commanders. What was even more concerning was the extensive use of chemical weapons by Iraq, especially poison gas — specifically mustard gas and phosgene gas.

There were also lower-level conflicts, including insurgencies in Central America, South America, and Africa. Those, at least for the moment, had little effect on the global risk factors, but did create regional risks. After reviewing everything, I decided that our daily global economic and political risk reports needed regional components, not just global ones, given many Spurgeon desks were making investments overseas. That was something of a change outside of FX, for which that had been the norm since its inception.

I called Bianca and Steve Smith into my office to discuss it with them.

"Easy-peasy," Steve said. "We can create what amounts to a dashboard in Lotus 1-2-3 that shows gauges for each region, along with an overall gauge that is a synthesis of the others. How do you want to divide the regions?"

"North America, Latin America, Europe, the Middle East, Asia, and Africa. I don't think we need anything specific for Oceania, and I doubt penguins are going to form a government and issue currency for Antarctica anytime soon!"

Steve laughed, "Probably not. I assume you'll want the same criteria for each region?"

"For now."

"Mexico in North America because of the continent, or in Latin America?" Steve asked.

"North America, because we share a border with them. Instability there could cause massive northward migration."

"Got it. What are you considering to be the Middle East?"

"The Arab nations, Israel, Turkey, Egypt, and Iran."

"What about the Sovs?"

"Europe. I mean, sure, the majority of Russian territory is in Asia, but the majority of people are in Europe. It's also the case that any risk with the Soviets is more towards NATO than the Chinese, who have their hands full with their internal problems."

"The synthetic global number can't just be a sum and average," Bianca observed. "Overthrowing the government of, say, Zaire is not nearly as impactful as, say, a landslide loss for Thatcher would be or the death of a Soviet leader."

"I think we'll have to play with that quite a bit," Steve said. "I suggest we expose the weighting in fields so Jonathan can change it until it reflects what he feels generates the best results."

"I like that idea," I said. "We'll publish the weighting factors so that the desks are able to make their own judgment if they disagree with us on the global numbers. Make it happen!"

"Will do!" Bianca said. "We're absolutely going to need another data analyst for next year."

"I agree. Just get me your Christmas wish list and justification, and I'll submit it with the budget request."

"Justification?" Bianca smirked, then faux whined, "I want a Sun-2 workstation, and I want it NOW!"

Steve laughed, "OK, Veruca!"

"What did I miss?" I asked.

"It's from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory," Bianca said. "I take it you didn't see it?"

"I know a bit about it, but didn't see it. Early 70s, right?"

"Yes."

"I basically never went to the movies growing up. I saw four in theatres — Star Wars, Star Trek: The Motion Picture, Animal House, and Superman. I tried to watch movies on TV, but I worked after school from the time I turned twelve, mowing lawns and shoveling snow, and had formal jobs once I turned fifteen."

"I'll absolutely see if we can rent it," Bianca said. "It was awesome. Anything else?"

"That's all, thanks."

"I'll get started on that sometime this afternoon," Steve said. "I don't want to stop in the middle of the program I'm writing now. That is, unless you prefer to defer to other requests."

"Given the impact, I'd like you to take care of that first. How long?"

"By the end of the week."

"Sounds good."

They left, and about a minute later, Violet contacted me by intercom.

"I have a call for you from a Roger Schumann, an investment banker at Shearson Lehman."

"You can put him through," I said.

Violet did so, and I picked up the handset.

"Research; Kane."

"Good morning. This is Roger Schumann at Shearson Lehman. I believe you know my daughter, Tara."

"I do. Tara suggested it would be good to get to know you."

"She said the same to me. She was a bit unclear on your position, because she seemed to think you were both Head of Research and a hedge fund manager."

"That's actually accurate. My main role is Chief Analyst, and I lead a team of twelve analysts, but I also run a fund with about $220,000,000 in AUM. I was an FX analyst until last September, when Noel Spurgeon tapped me to head the newly formed Research Department. Because I wanted to eventually run my own desk, I sought my securities licenses and requested permission from Noel Spurgeon to run a fund. My returns rival his, though my main focus is on ensuring the Research Department generates quality reports."

"What license do you hold?"

"Series 3, Series 7, and Series 30."

"In your mid-twenties? Impressive."

"I'm actually only twenty-one," I said.

"That's not just impressive, that's unheard of. Well, OK, I know one guy who had a pair of licenses at twenty-two, but a Branch Manager's license at twenty-one?"

"I'm that good," I said. "As I said, my returns rival Noel Spurgeon's."

"So you're what they call in London a 'big, swinging dick'? A hotshot young trader?"

"I believe my returns over the past eighteen months make that case. Tara indicated you're a successful M&A advisor with a focus on takeover financing. I believe we can find some way to work together, or, at least, help each other."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Priority on filling my IPO allocations and a crack at providing financing for deals via preferred stock."

"You're not asking for much!" he chuckled. "Just the keys to the kingdom!"

"You can't get what you don't ask for," I said.

"You're an aggressive son of a bitch for someone who's only twenty-one."

"That's how I got where I am."

"And what's in it for me?"

"The usual currency — information and contacts. I'll also manage your family money for one and ten, and compensate you for any money you direct my way from others."

"Send me a copy of your prospectus, and we'll take it from there."

"I'll have it in your hands tomorrow via Federal Express."

"Great! Thanks, Jonathan."

"You're welcome! I look forward to a productive relationship."

"As do I."

We ended the call, and I asked Violet to send the prospectus to Roger. I had just finished speaking to her when Chelsea called to say that the pool table was being delivered, so I let Violet know and headed to the condo. The pieces were brought up using a service elevator and brought into the condo, along with the hanging fixtures the men would install.

"I've never played pool," Chelsea said as we watched the men assemble the eight-foot table.

"I first played about two and a half years ago," I said. "I rented a furnished house that had a pool table, and a friend taught me to play. I'm so-so at it."

"How does it work?"

"You use a long stick, called a cue, and take turns striking a white ball in an attempt to knock seven other balls, either striped or solid colors, into one of the six pockets. Once you sink all of the stripes or solids, then you have to sink the black eight ball to win. There are other rules, but that's the basic gist of the game. A number of my friends like to play, and some of them are pretty good. As I said, I'm so-so. What games do you play?"

"Trivial Pursuit, Clue, and games like that. Do you play any games?"

"Not really, as I don't have a lot of extra time because of work, class, and my other commitments. A couple of my guy friends suggested playing poker, and we might do that."

"Gambling is a sin."

"If you believe in such a thing," I replied. "I suppose drinking is a sin, too?"

"Yes!"

"Then you are going to have to explain to me why Jesus turned water into wine! I don't know much about the Bible, but it's pretty obvious Jesus and his friends drank!"

"It wasn't alcoholic."

"Oh, come on!" I said, shaking my head. "I learned in chemistry class that the process for preventing grapes from fermenting into wine wasn't developed until the 19th century. I also recall someone saying, at some point, that the guests were already drunk, and someone asked why they kept the good stuff until after the guests were drunk rather than bringing it out first and serving the lower quality wine after they were drunk."

"That's a perverse reading of the text!"

"I have never actually read it, but if you want to read it aloud to me right now, we can figure it out pretty quickly."

"So you can mock me?" she asked.

That was a strong indication in my mind that what Beth had told me about Jewish weddings, and used the Wedding at Cana as a reference, despite it being in the Christian Bible, was accurate, at least with regard to the general outline of the story.

"You made a claim, and I countered it," I said. "Finding out the truth is an essential aspect of my job. Politicians and CEOs make all manner of claims, and my job is to evaluate them and call BS on the ones that are BS; or, as has been said, to disabuse them of their magical thinking.

"Look, I don't care one way or the other, and if you want to be teetotal, that's cool. If you want to encourage others to be teetotal, that's cool, too. I won't object to that in any way. What I will object to is claiming a false basis for that position. Make it based on health, or the deleterious effects on society of drunkenness and drunk driving, and I'll actually support limitations.

"When you try to support your position by saying, 'the Bible says so', when I have someone telling me it says something different, it's incumbent on you to prove your position to be correct. The only way to do that is to read the reports, analyze them, and synthesize an answer based on the evidence. Otherwise, it's just a naked claim with no evidence to support it, and nobody should give it any notice at all. I'll remind you of what I said the other day — saying, 'God said so' cannot carry an argument because I can simply make the same claim in the opposite direction."

"You're not going to believe me, no matter what, so why bother?"

I shrugged and contemplated whether I should say anything or not, and decided to really give her something to think about.

"Actually, would you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Read Ezekiel 23:20 aloud from your Bible."

"Why?"

"To make a point. I guarantee you your pastor or priest or whoever hasn't taught you THAT verse."

"Pastor; Catholics have priests, which were forbidden in the Bible."

"They clearly disagree, and in Chicago, they seriously outnumber people who agree with you. Get your Bible and read the verse aloud, please."

Chelsea gave me a quizzical look, but went to the breakfast bar and retrieved her Bible. She used tabs on the sides of pages to find the correct book, flipped a few pages, then turned bright red.

"Out loud, please," I prompted.

"Uhm, er, uhm..." she stammered.

"That's OK," I replied. "I know that one by heart — 'she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses'."

"Only you would find a perverted verse like that and take it out of context!"

I chuckled, "According to my theology major friend who told me about the verse, that is the context — Israel playing the harlot with other gods."

"Why be so rude?"

"That's your book, not mine," I said. "All I did was ask you to read a passage."

"You're trying to entice me into sin!" Chelsea protested.

"I'm doing no such thing," I countered. "In fact, I made the point that doing that would be disrespectful to your beliefs, and I wouldn't do it for that reason. I respect your beliefs and your moral standards when they are applied to you. You, in effect, accused me of being sinful for wanting to play poker and then for drinking. You didn't have to say, 'Gambling is a sin'."

"But it's true!"

"So you believe," I replied. "The thing is, you know my position on sin, and yet you chose to accuse me of being sinful. At that point, you gave me the right to challenge your assessment. Had you not said anything about sin, the conversation that followed wouldn't have happened. I have to ask why you keep saying provocative things if you don't want to debate them with me?"

"Because I'm called to spread the Good News!"

 
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