Climbing the Ladder 5 - Reaching New Heights
Copyright© 2026 by Michael Loucks
Chapter 36: Business Development
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 36: Business Development - 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
August 12, 1984, Chicago, Illinois
CeCi and I had spent the day in bed, though at 4:00pm, we'd gone to the shower so that I could get ready for my meeting with Marlena Volkmer. I left the condo, dressed in a suit, as this was a business meeting, and hailed a cab to take me to the restaurant. I walked into Ruth's Chris Steak House on North Dearborn about ten minutes before our scheduled time, and asked the maître d' if Ms. Volkmer had arrived. He said she had not, so I chose to wait near the door.
About two minutes later, a tall, gorgeous blonde breezed through the doors wearing a fashionable skirt and blouse and two-inch heels that made her nearly as tall as I was.
"Jonathan?" she asked.
"Yes. You must be Marlena."
The social convention was for a man not to shake hands with a woman unless she proffered her hand, which Marlena did not. She spoke to the maître d', and we were shown to a table near a window and were handed menus. I thanked him, and he left, with a waiter quickly replacing him. I ordered a bottle of Cabernet, and the waiter left to get it while we looked over the menus.
When he returned, he followed the usual practice of providing me the cork and pouring a small amount of wine into my glass. Between Jeri and Beth, I'd learned the right way to handle it — I smelled the cork to see if there was any hint of fungus or vinegar, then tasted the wine he'd poured.
"It's fine, thank you," I said.
He poured for Marlena, then for me, and set the bottle on the table. We were ready to order, so he took our orders, then left to put them in with the kitchen.
"I was surprised when Maja told me you were close to my age," Marlena said. "When did you graduate?"
"High School? 1981. I'm working on my degree part-time. Did you go to college?"
She smiled, "A cultured man! Asking what year I graduated is the same as asking my age!"
I smiled, "I do know that social convention."
"I have a degree in marketing from Purdue. How did someone so young achieve so much so fast? Maja said you're from a small town in Ohio."
"Goshen, which is about thirty miles northeast of Cincinnati. Mind if I ask where you're from before I tell the story?"
"Plainfield. I went to Purdue, met the guy who became my ex, and moved to Indianapolis."
"I'm the son of a single mom who raised me on her own from the time I was born, though she did have some help from a friend when she was kicked out of her house for getting pregnant at sixteen."
"The 50s and 60s were such a wonderful time in that regard," Marlena said, shaking her head.
"I don't disagree. That situation led me to look for a way out, and when I was in High School, I called my uncle — my mom's sister's husband — and asked him to help me find an entry-level job in Chicago for when I graduated. He's friends with Noel Spurgeon, the principal at Spurgeon Capital, and arranged for a job in the mailroom. Nearly as soon as I began work, I asked for study materials with the goal of earning my securities licenses. I studied, enrolled at Circle, and was promoted to mailroom supervisor.
"I earned a pair of securities licenses and was promoted to analyst, and also given permission to start my own hedge fund with my money and some money from friends. I produced excellent analysis and made several calls that generated significant gains for Spurgeon Capital. As a result, I was named Chief Analyst and promoted to head the newly formed Research Department.
"Once that department was created, I introduced computer analysis and identified further opportunities for profit. I also increased my Assets Under Management — what we call AUM. That now stands at about $250 million in my fund, and another $450 million I'm temporarily managing in another fund I was asked to take over when the manager of that fund left Spurgeon."
"In three years?"
"Three years of aggressive, diligent, hard work. I am, as they say, just that good."
Marlena laughed, "That's more than just a little bit of ego!"
"As I said to someone at work — if I don't promote myself, who will? If I don't exude complete confidence in my own abilities, why should anyone else have confidence in me?"
"And your returns are really as good as Maja says?"
"I expect to triple the gains of the S&P 500 this year, though I cannot guarantee that. We expect the Dow to be in negative territory for the year, and the Wilshire 5000 to trail the S&P. Last year, I more than doubled the S&P and nearly doubled the Dow and Wilshire 5000. As I said, I can't promise to achieve those results every year, but I do expect to continue beating the market.
"Fundamentally, if I beat the market by more than four percentage points, your total return, including deductions for fees, expenses, and commissions, would still be ahead of the gains you'd have in either a Dow or S&P mutual fund. I can show you the numbers, and I have spreadsheets which break down the gains and show how what I just said is accurate. Government regulations require me to add the caveat that, as with any financial product, you could lose some or all of your investment."
"The government forces you to say that?"
"They do, because it's true. It's the same with the disclaimer you'll see on all our material — past performance is no guarantee of future results. That's also a true statement. What the prospectus and marketing material show is a track record, and while mine is relatively short, Spurgeon Capital has outperformed the market every year since its founding in 1971."
"Your fees are charged no matter what, right?"
"The 2% management fee is charged on January 1 or at the inception of the investment, pro-rated quarterly. That covers all expenses, including salaries, benefits, equipment, office space, and so on. Our profits come from the 20% that we take once we achieve at least 8% returns — the average long-term gains for the stock market. That 20% is charged on any gains above 8%. And lest you think I have no skin in the game, my money is in the fund right next to my clients' money, as is some of Noel Spurgeon's money."
"Of that $700 million, how much is yours?"
"It's a bit more complicated than just giving you a number, as my money is in my Cincinnatus Fund and the Spurgeon Select Fund. I have no money in the Arrow Fund, which I'm managing temporarily because the broker who managed it left Spurgeon Capital. Noel Spurgeon has money in every fund. My total personal assets are about $2 million. His total assets are around $400 million. The total capitalization of the firm is about $5 billion."
"How much did Maja tell you about my situation?"
"Just the briefest outline, though, unless you're barred from investing for some reason, or are involved in something illegal, I don't need to know."
"I'm curious what she said."
"That you were in your mid-twenties and had been married for three years before your recent divorce. You have a two-year-old daughter, live in a condo on North Lake Shore Drive, and you bought a Jag from Maja. The only other thing she said is you received a divorce settlement that was above our investment minimums and were looking for financial advice."
"I have about $30 million after buying the condo and the Jag."
"Tell me if it's none of my business, please, but was your husband's money earned or inherited?"
"Inherited. At the first settlement conference, I tore up the pre-nup in his face. I took it all, minus what he used to pay both sets of attorneys, though I'm sure his brother will take care of him."
"Infidelity?" I asked.
"Banging our barely fifteen-year-old babysitter in our bed. It was either the cash or the cops. His choice."
The waiter brought our salads, and we began eating.
"What are you looking to do?" I asked.
"I need advice, at a minimum. Maja said you'd give me advice even if I wasn't ready to move my money to you."
"It's about building a relationship. You've known me for about ten minutes, and I totally understand needing to feel comfortable before making the kind of commitment we're exploring. What are your goals?"
"That's a good question," she said. "I think the first part is to make sure my daughter and I never have to worry about money, and we can travel and do the things we want to do."
"Are you seeking only income or growth as well?"
"I wouldn't mind turning a small fortune into a big one!"
"Where is your money now?"
"An account with First Chicago. I received the first $2.5 million right away; the remaining $28 million arrived last Monday."
"OK. Do you have a number in mind for an annual income?"
"$250,000 would probably do it, given I paid cash for the condo and Jag, and have no debt."
"Then the first thing to do would be to move about $3,000,000 into US government securities. You can have First Chicago do that for you. As long as interest rates stay above 8%, which they will for the foreseeable future, you'll have at least $240,000 in tax-free income per year. That covers your living expenses and discretionary spending.
"For emergencies, you'll need access to cash, so I recommend you put a total of $1.2 million into twelve CDs with maturities each month for the next year, with the principal rolling over into a new one-year CD, with the interest paid to you. At any time, you can use the maturing CD if you have some kind of emergency, and if interest rates stay above 8%, you'll have $100,000 in taxable income from the CDs, in addition to the income from the Treasuries. Again, First Chicago can help you set that up.
"Then it's a question of investment strategies. You could simply put it all in a mutual fund that tracks the S&P 500, and this year you would earn about 6%. You could put it all in a Treasury fund and earn around 12%. In my fund, my expected return is about 24%, though I can't commit to that and it's not guaranteed. There are other strategies as well, such as municipal bonds, precious metals, and various funds with different asset allocations and risk profiles."
"What you suggest sounds good. You say the bank can help me set that up?"
"Yes. Ask for a private banker, if they haven't already assigned one to you. The question then is what you want to do with the $25,000,000."
"What would you do?" Marlena asked.
"My money is invested at Spurgeon Capital," I replied. "I have a prospectus with me, which lays out pretty much everything I've said with charts and tables. You could invest as much or as little as you wish beyond the $4.2 million I suggested you invest in Treasuries and CDs."
I reached into my satchel, extracted the prospectus and application forms, and handed them to her. She put them in her shoulder bag, which was on the floor next to her.
"I like what I've heard so far," she said. "If this works out, we'll obviously have a long-term relationship. Mind telling me more about you?"
"My life is, as they say, complicated," I said. "The complications started even before I was born. My mom had a brief relationship at sixteen that led to my coming into the world. Before she could inform my dad, who was a traveling salesman, he died in a plane that was blown up by a distraught guy trying to collect insurance for his family."
"That was, what, 1962?"
"Yes. That led, as I mentioned, to my mom being kicked out of the house by her hyper-religious father. Eighteen years later, I moved to Chicago, started dating, and met the perfect girl, only to have her die of leukemia about four months after we married."
"No!" Marlena exclaimed in shock, drawing a few looks.
"Yes," I replied. "She died last December, two days after Christmas. There's much more to the story, but the bottom line is that before Keiko and I married, I intentionally fathered a baby with my lesbian friend, and we have a four-month-old daughter named Sofía."
"I don't even know what to say."
We were interrupted by the busboy removing our salad bowls and the waiter bringing our main course.
"There isn't much to say," I said, once the waiter had ensured we had everything we expected.
"Is that why you wear the ring on your right hand?"
"No. Keiko was Japanese-American, and Japanese tradition is to wear one's wedding ring on the right hand, rather than the left, which happens in Europe as well. I also wear Keiko's ring on a chain around my neck, and on occasion, carry «juzu» prayer beads, though mostly I leave those next to her picture on our «kamidana», or Spirit Shelf. That's a Shinto thing, and although neither Keiko nor I believed in gods or spirits, we did honor the tradition."
"That sounds like a much longer story," Marlena observed.
"It is," I replied.
"My story is simpler," she said. "I went to Purdue after graduating High School and met my ex during Sophomore year. He was about five years older, and we hit it off really well. We were a couple from that point on, became engaged when I was a Senior, and married right after graduation. I got pregnant about three months later, and Vesper was born about two years ago.
"Fast forward to about a year ago. The girl next door started watching Vesper for a few hours so my ex and I could go out. Six months ago, I arrived home a day early from Illinois, where Vesper and I were visiting my mom, to surprise him. Unfortunately, the surprise was on me because I found my ex in bed with the underage babysitter. I turned, went to the kitchen, and called an attorney before the girl was even dressed and out of the house. I packed up our things, and Vesper and I moved to Plainfield to live with my parents until the divorce was finalized."
I wondered what could possess a man to cheat so soon after his marriage, and on a gorgeous, personable woman like Marlena. To me, it made zero sense, even if he felt there was literally no chance of being caught. But he, like licensed professionals who thought they could beat the system, had misunderstood the risks of being caught and had paid the price.
"Cheating is the lowest of the low," I observed.
"Even if you thought you could get away with it?" Marlena asked.
"First of all, my ethical system would never allow it. My entire reputation is built on being honest and keeping my word. If I violate a commitment, why should anyone trust me for anything? As for not getting caught, I would know, and that would be enough to deter me. One thing you can count on is that I will always tell you the unvarnished truth."
"I may test that theory," Marlena said with a smile.
"You may. Vesper is a unique name."
"Its origins are Greek and Latin, and it's a reference to Venus as the evening star. I thought it was cool, until someone pointed out the true reason my husband chose it."
"What's that?"
"It's from the Ian Fleming book Casino Royale. Vesper was James Bond's colleague and lover. My husband was a huge fan of the Bond books and films, and when he suggested the name, I had no idea he took it from one of the books."
"Well," I smirked. "There are worse names for Bond girls he could have chosen!"
Marlena laughed, "You're thinking about the one in Goldfinger?"
"Yes. Do you mind if I ask what your husband did?"
"He was, in his own words, a 'business consultant', but he didn't do very much consulting. His dad made a lot of money from oil in Texas and died when my ex was a Freshman in college. My ex wasn't at all interested in the oil business, so his brother took over, and my ex had shares. Given his option was to give me what I wanted or face felony charges for having sex with an underage girl, he agreed to my terms.
"In order to settle, he sold all his shares in the oil company to his brother. All he had left was his car, his clothes, a few thousand bucks, and the house in Indianapolis with a mortgage. He sold the house and moved to Texas as soon as the divorce was finalized. I'd hazard a guess he's working with his brother now, but I don't know for sure. I forewent child support for the lump-sum payment because I didn't want anything to do with the cheating bastard at that point."
"Understandable," I replied. "$30 million covers a lot of diapers!"
Marlena laughed, "College will cost a bit more than diapers, but what you said is true."
"Who's watching Vesper?"
"My mom drove in from Plainfield. I'm going to guess your daughter's mom works."
"She actually works for me as the head of my data analytics team. We have a pair of nannies, one for the morning and early afternoon, and one for the late afternoon and evening."
"What is 'data analytics'?"
"Using computers to analyze information we gather," I replied. "I'm sorry I can't be more specific, but the information and methods are proprietary. Data analytics is one of the things that gives us a major edge over all our competitors."
"You've sold me," Marlena said with a smile. "You don't need to sell at this point."
"You will need to read the prospectus and sign the form that says you've read it," I replied. "As for the rest of the meal, I'm happy to discuss other things."
"I know this is going to be a bit forward, but do you think your nannies could handle a toddler on occasion?"
"I don't see why not," I replied. "Sofía is a bit young to make friends, but that'll change quickly. She just started to roll over, and she's making more sounds, though mostly it's just babbling with the 'm', 'p', and 'b' sounds. She can also hold a rattle."
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