Retired by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

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Luv Karen

Wow she'd been left all her uncle's stock in the company. Way to go, 55% of the stock, a seat on the board at least. Independence that what it meant the ability to tell her controlling father just exactly what he could do with his rules. In retrospect perhaps she could have been a bit more tactful? Talk about going ballistic. Oh well she was out of there, followed by words such as "And after all we've done for you."

At least she got to pick out her own clothes. She explored different fashions to find out what style suited her and eventually came to the conclusion understated elegance was what she was most comfortable in. Very expensive understated elegance. The board meetings were not very easy to follow. The presentations left her confused as to what the best thing to do would be so she left the decisions to the other members of the board until she noticed both sales and profits were down and some odd expressions on the other side of the table almost as if they were taking advantage of her lack of experience and the fact she was a girl. She panicked when she saw the value of her stock dropped by a third in less than a year at a time when the stock market generally was going up.

She felt she needed to take control before she lost absolutely everything or the company got taken over for a pittance, there were whispers of a management buyout. She talked to one of the senior secretaries about what was the best thing to do. "You'd best talk to Fred, he's retired but he knows the company very well indeed. I think he was with your uncle when he set up the business." "Could you set up a meeting with him?" "I'll ask him to come in."

She picked out her clothes carefully for the meeting. The finest Parisian underwear, three inch heels to make the best of her long legs covered in the finest stockings. Fred sat down quietly and read through the reports. "Looks like someone didn't understand why we set up the division as we did." He read a few more, "They've cut the training budget that means your technical staff will drift away." "Oh boy, well yes." She watched him close his eyes then look upwards to the ceiling for inspiration.

"Well?" she queried. "The business is cyclic it always has been so part of the drop is to be expected. Reading between the lines your senior management are planning a management buy out. They aren't working in your best interests. Realistically you aren't experienced enough to run the company and the wolves sense it. I suggest selling your stock and investing in an index linked fund, you've more money here than you'll ever need in your life time." "I can't, that would admit being a failure in the eyes of my parents." "Cut your bridges did you?" She hung her head. "Could you turn it round?" She smiled at him desperately and crossed her legs. "You mean spend the next two years straightening the mess out then you could sell your stock at a profit?" "Yes, how much?" “I’ve all the money I need but you know I spent so much time and energy building the company up with your uncle that neither of us ever got married or indulged with the opposite sex. No I'm not asking you to marry me, but I've always had a hanker to have an elegant slut at my disposal, shall we say for two years?”