Chapter 17

“Why do you have pizza?” Nora asked as I entered the suite.

Rebecca stuck her head out of her office, “Where have you been? We need to go to the Lawyers office.”

“How much time do I have?” I asked.

“Twenty minutes,” she replied and disappeared back into her room.

I gave the pizza to Nora who immediately opened it and took a slice. I heard her say, “This is good,” just as I walked into the bedroom. With ease my power flicked my clothes into a storage slot, and then summoned them onto the bed. I walked straight into the shower, and started scrubbing.

I didn’t notice Nora had come in after me, and when I turned around to rinse my hair, I found my cock swallowed. I kept washing, and she quickly brought me to orgasm, swallowing it down. A quick kiss, and she stepped out to dry off.

When I stepped out, she was already redressed, and handed me a towel. I dried off, and stepped into the bedroom where my suit was laid out for me. I dressed quickly, then she brought me my watch, and a small box.

I put the watch on, and asked, ““What’s the box?”

“I bought you a present,” she said, handing it to me.

I opened it up to find a very nice pair of sunglasses. “Thank you,” I said.

“Now you look ready. Young, well dressed, sophisticated, and wealthy.”

“Thank you, Nora. It really does suit the image,” I said, admiring myself in the mirror.

I stepped out to find Rebecca dressed in the female version of the business suit. She gave me a long look, then a wolf whistle. “Come on, don’t want to be late.”

She led the way to the elevator where Guido escorted us down, and Mike was waiting in the car. The three of us joined him, and he drove about 15 minutes thru traffic. We pulled into an underground parking structure of a big building.

When the elevator opened on the 17th floor, we were greeted by two receptionists at a half circle desk, greeting us was a large sign above them, Müeller, Müeller, Würgler, Wenger, Mohs. It sounded like a magic spell, not a law firm.

Rebecca introduced us, and an earnest man soon arrived, to take us to a conference room. We had just sat, when a man and woman entered.

“Ms Smackley, Mr Barkley, thank you for coming,” the woman said, “I am Amanda Müller, and this is Francis Wüller.”

We shook hands, and they sat across from us. “We believe you have a strong case for the complete liquidation of all the Haener assets. Our fee, is the standard 25%, after the recovery of the forty million for the stolen jewels, and all medical expenses incurred by the late Mr Barkley,” Amanda began.

Francis continued, “If you are agreeable, the contract for services is here,” he said sliding it over.

“What about the Sweiss children?” I asked.

“We are in contact with them as well. If they accept we would add them to the suit.”

“They should get full recompense for their home, prior to you taking your cut,” I said.

The two looked at each other, “That would be acceptable.” Amanda said.

“I would also want the distribution to be one third to me, and two thirds to them. They did lose two parents, and I only one.”

“Very generous offer,” Francis said.

Rebecca spoke up, “You seem very keen to handle this case, is there a particular reason?”

They again glanced at each other, “Our initial survey of assets owned by the Haeners is currently in excess of eight billion franks. That number is only going to go up as we continue to investigate.”

Well that explained it, twenty five percent of that was two billion. Likely the largest attorneys fee the firm would ever see. Also an excellent reason to make them tenacious.

I grabbed the contract, and signed. Then I looked at them, “I see your motivation, and understand that you will be working very hard on my, and the Sweiss family’s behalf. Please keep me informed, but I’ll leave the day to day details to you.”

“Thank you, Herr Barkley,” Francis said.

“Thank you for putting your trust in Müeller, Müeller, Würgler, Wenger, Mohs.” Amanda said.

We exchanged contact information, shook hands, and went back down to the car. As we got into the car, Rebecca asked, “Why didn’t you have me check that contract?”

“Didn’t you do the math? That’s worth 2 billion to them. They aren’t going to try to screw me over, they are more likely to slip me hookers to keep me happy,” I said.

I spoke up to Guido and Mike, “Have you guys adjusted our contract so that I’m the payee yet?”

“I’ll check when we get back.”

“Great. I want a quiet evening in, please arrange delivery from a Thai place for dinner. For the girls too, unless they want to go out.”

“I’m staying in. I have a meeting with my office at 7pm, I don’t know how late I’ll be up,” Rebecca said.

I glanced at my watch, it was just after 3. “Let’s plan dinner at 6, can you have menus available by 5?”

“No problem Mr Barkley,” said Mike. Guido added, “I think we might have menus already, check with Nora. The place we ordered from last time is fantastic.”

I agreed to do that. Nora had menus, and we all picked out what we wanted for dinner. Rebecca was busy, so I took a nap. It had been a very busy day. Nora took care of getting the rooms and other expenses transferred to my cards while I slept.

I woke to the delicious smell of Thai food. Nora was waving a container of pineapple cashew fried rice under my nose. She giggled, skipping out of the room. I got up and changed into comfortable jeans.

When I came out, boxes of food were piled all over the table, and Rebecca was watching TV, while eating out of a carton with a fork. Nora dropped down beside her, with my fried rice. I started to object when I saw there was another. I grabbed it, and a fork, and joined them on the couch.

They were watching some sort of crime drama in German. I concentrated on my food, noticing my box was marked extra spicy. I conjured a glass of white wine without thinking, and started to drink.

“Oh, that looks good, is that the stuff from the jacuzzi party? I want a glass,” Rebecca said after sniffing it.

“I’ll get it,” I told her, and set my carton down.

I walked to the cabinet, conjured glass, and forged it into a wine bottle. Then I filled it with the wine, as requested. I grabbed two more wine glasses, and brought them back. I set them all on the table for self serve. No one commented on the lack of label, I couldn’t remember what the wine was called.

“Frederick is coming by later tonight to discuss business, I asked him to bring Angelina so you could catch up,” I told Nora.

“Oh goody, will they be staying the night?” she asked.

“I don’t believe there will be a need. I’m planning an early bedtime tonight.”

“Ok!” Nora responded.

I finished my rice, and got my tablet and made some notes in the boardroom. When Frederick arrived, I offered him a glass of wine, and escorted him to the boardroom. Angelina had been unable to join him, so Nora went back to watching TV. I was unsure about including her.

I opened the door, “Nora, as my personal assistant, would you mind joining me for this meeting?”