Chapter 1

Carl Detroit looked out of his office window on the 35^th floor. His office overlooked much of New York City. The office building housing Carl's company headquarters was owned by Carl, as were many other prime office buildings in the New York and New England area. The building was home to the headquarters of CDE Industries, Inc., Carl Financial, Inc., Detroit Insurance, Inc., CD Investments, Inc., Perfect Real Estate Investment Trust, Inc., CD Nation Bank and Trust and several other well-known corporations. All of the companies were chartered overseas to avoid as many taxes as possible. He had become a billionaire at the age of 35 and become a multi-billionaire four years later. At 42 he was at the top of his world. His father and mother died in a plane crash while he was finishing up his MBA and the government's inheritance taxes got the lion's share of the money, although he still had millions left after Uncle Sam got his fill. He vowed to keep as much away from the IRS as he could for the rest of his life. All of his companies were among the top 50 privately held companies in the United States. Very few people had ever heard of Carl Detroit. He had carefully hidden the ownership of his companies and Fortune, Forbes and Business Week had never heard of him. Private ownership of a corporation allowed him to do things Wall Street would never allow. Carl's net worth was over 2 billion dollars, but he never paid another penny to the IRS.

He sat down at his desk and leaned back in his chair. He started to daydream about the his childhood and the events that had led him to be one of the richest and most powerful men in the country, yet one someone almost no one had ever heard of. Carl had little contact with his parents while growing up. He would not see his father for months on end and his mother was intent on being the social leader of New York society.

Weeks and sometimes months would go by without seeing his mother. Carl was schooled by college professors acting as private tutors and at the finest military academies in the country. During the summers and school holidays, nannies were hired to watch over his activities. It was with his nannies that Carl 1^st learned that he enjoyed having total control over women.

When Carl was 12 years old his hormones started raging and he starting thinking about women as sex objects. Someone in school always had a porno magazine or book and they occasionally came across a porno movie. Carl's sex education came from the magazines, books and the occasional movie. Just before his 13^th birthday he decided that he had to experience sex. He set his sights on his nanny. The nanny's name was Nina. He had a lot of fun calling her "Nina the Nanny." She was a beautiful, athletic woman with an almost perfect body. Nina was a 20-year-old college student who took the position as his nanny because Carl's parents paid so well. They paid so well because he was not easy to control. She constantly had to push his hand away from her body and would often catch him trying to spy on her in the shower or trying to look up her dress.

Carl spent a couple of weeks formulating his plan to get into Nina's pants. When he had finalized his plans, he wrote his plans down in a thick spiral notebook. This notebook became the start of Carl's journals of his many conquests. He still kept a journal of his conquests today. He went to the chauffer and slipped him $200 to confront Nina as she left the house at the end of the day. He also arraigned, for $50, for the gardener to witness the conversation between Nina and the chauffer. While Nina was in the shower he went to his parent's room and took his father's gold and diamond Rolex watch and several pieces of his mother's better jewelry and slipped them in Nina's purse. When Nina had finished her shower she came into his room and told him goodbye. She was wearing a dress, stockings and high heels. Carl had insisted that she dress that way. She had agreed to his demands when he offered to pay her $100 extra a week out of his allowance if she wore a dress and high heels. She was careful not to come close to him, as he had been trying to run his hand up her leg all day. He didn't look up from the book he was reading. She shrugged and turned and left the room. Carl got up and ran to the window overlooking the front door. The chauffeur was standing by the limo ready to take Nina back into town as he did every day. As she approached the limo the chauffeur grabbed her arm and pulled the pocket book away from her. Carl could see Nina screaming at the chauffeur and trying to grab her pocket book away from him. Carl smiled. He knew that the way she was grabbing at the pocket book and hitting the chauffeur on the arm looked like she was trying to hide something. The camcorder that he had trained on the limo was catching everything. The gardener came over to the pair as if to see what was going on. The chauffeur was a large man and held Nina away easily. He started pulling out the items that Carl had planted in her purse and she started to quiet down. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back into the house. Within minutes there was a knock on the bedroom door and Nina was pushed into the room.

"Master Detroit," the chauffeur said," I think you ought to see this. I found these in Nina's purse. Your mother told me to keep an eye on her. Your mother told me that some of her jewelry was missing."

"I didn't take that stuff," Nina screamed.

Carl left the room without a word and got the cassette from the camcorder and came back to his bedroom. He slipped the cassette into the VCR and hit the play button. He let the entire incident from in front of the house play before he turned back to them.

"John, you may leave. I can handle this."

John left the room and Nina sat down hard in a chair, "I didn't take that stuff."

"Nina, you saw the tape. It is obvious to anyone watching the tape that you were trying to keep John from finding the jewelry that you took. Even the gardener saw John pull the jewelry from your purse. I'm sure that he will testify that John didn't have time to plant the jewelry on you. My mother told me that she suspected that someone was stealing her jewelry. I never thought that you would do such a thing."

"I didn't," she wailed.

Carl turned and rewound the tape and replayed it. He looked at it intently like he was studying it; "It sure looks like you were trying to keep John from finding the jewelry."

Nina put her face in her hands and started to cry. Carl reached for the phone and started to dial. Nina didn't know that he had unplugged the phone from the wall jack. After a few seconds he spoke into the phone, "Robbery Division please."

Nina's head snapped up, "Who are you calling? Hang up the phone, please."

Carl put his hand over the mouthpiece, "Nina, you know I have to report this."

Nina came over to Carl and grabbed his hand, "Please don't report this. We can work this out somehow."

Carl hung up the phone and looked at Nina like he was deep in thought. He walked to the window and looked out and stared across the estate. This was getting better than he had expected. He wondered just how far Nina could be pushed. He walked over to his chair and sat down.

"I really should report this. If my parents found out that you were caught stealing jewelry and I didn't report it, they would be mad at me. My mother already suspects you and the tape showing you fighting to keep John from looking in your purse... and the gardener seeing the whole thing... and John finding the jewelry in your purse, I don't know. If you will sign a paper stating that you took the jewelry and got a touch of conscience and brought it back, maybe we could work something out."

Nina stiffened in her chair, "I'm not signing anything. I didn't take that jewelry."

He reached for the phone again and started dialing. After a few seconds he asked for the robbery division again. Nina jumped up and put her finger on the phone to hang it up.