It had been a long meeting. Jerry had been negotiating all day with Justin Perez, the owner of a small machine tool plant in East Los Angeles. Things were not going well. Perez seemed to think that his building was made of gold – not bricks and mortar. And, that his customer list was filled with the CEOs of the Fortune 500.
True enough, it was a well-run little plant – clean and profitable – but nobody could resist for long when his company, Jerrico, put on the pressure. Perez had tried to be friendly but that didn’t matter to Jerry. Jerry had bought and sold dozens of little companies like this in the past and he didn’t want any new friends – he just wanted to make money. Read more…
Paul picked up the phone against his better judgement. He liked to think he was in control of his actions. He knew there was no reason to call Her. It was simply just a fantasy that existed solely in his head. He thought he should just beat off, shoot his load, and forget about it. As simple as that. Nice and easy, no head games, no fear of Her taking control, but ultimately, no satisfaction.
