Chapter 3

The white haired executive picked up the ringing phone.

"Lawrence, it's..."

"Yes Andrea," he interrupted, "after seventeen years, I think I'd recognize your voice. You know I'm not supposed to even talk to you."

Lawrence Whitcomb was a long time member of the board of directors for Beaumont Investments and the only member who had expressed reservations about dismissing Andrea Beaumont as CEO and hiring her teenage niece in her place.

"Yes, I'm aware of what a pariah I have become at Beaumont Investments since the little whore sabotaged me and took over. How could you have let that happen?"

"It wasn't my idea," he replied. "Once the board found out about your shady dealings with that sex club..."

"All right, all right, I screwed up. I admit it, but how did she... ?

"The firm lost three major accounts within two weeks. Several of the members felt we needed a Beaumont at the helm since it's been the family name which has carried the business over the years."

"But she doesn't even carry the name."

"I know, but she is of the Beaumonts and besides, she promised new clients immediately and so far, she has been willing to listen to the board's advice."

"How long do you really think the firm can afford a teenager, an impulsive teenager at that, to make the decisions? How long before she decides she wants to invest in music videos or some such garbage?" asked Andrea vehemently.

"Well, I'm not sure any of us are thinking this is a permanent thing, but she did land Ivis Sturdevant the other day."

"Ivis Sturdevant?" smirked Andrea. "Anyone who waves a good looking whore who can fuck like a snake in front of him will have his account the next day. How long before some other firm offers a better looking, better screwing whore? How loyal a client do you think he'll be then?"

"Yes, I know Ivis is fickle, but his account is a large one and..."

"Look, Lawrence, I'm working on something right now. Something big. This two bit firm I landed a job with is too small to handle the kind of account I'm talking about."

"How big?" asked the executive.

"Michael Davidson," she said matter of factly, knowing the impact that news would have.

"Teleprom International?" asked Whitcomb incredulously.

"Just the third largest account on Wall Street. Landing him will make the Sturdevant account look like penny ante."

"But what makes you think you can... ? He's been with Iverson for years."

"You know how persuasive I can be. I can land him, Lawrence and I can bring him to Beaumont."

"And in return?"

"You know what I want. I want the whore gone and I want another chance to show what I can do."

The older man mused a moment.

"You deliver Teleprom and I think not only will your niece be shown the door, but you'll be welcomed back with open arms."

"I need some assurance, Lawrence."

"Give me some time. I'll speak privately to some of the other board members."

"Thank you, Lawrence... By the way has the little whore offered herself to you again?"

They were both aware that while Vickie was working for Andrea "servicing" clients, she was also keeping certain members of the board satisfied as well. Whitcomb had been especially enamored of Vickie's charms and her body as well.

"No, like you Andrea, she has embraced her position and now has others do the corporate entertaining."

"Just remember Lawrence, you and I go back a long way. You know what a great fuck I am and you know what great whores I can find you, so if the little whore offers..."

"I've always been satisfied with you and your "associates"."

"Good. Let me know as soon as you can."

"Yes, I'll be in touch," replied Whitcomb, replacing the phone and wondering how this latest development would fit into his own plans.