When the news came that Ross was left the asset in Russia by the past wealthy client who had passed away, the predictable happened.,
Lawsuits were flying from others, "staking claim" to the asset.
Alan Hell recommended an attorney who knew another attorney who was an expert in Russian energy. It would then be a "waiting process"
Ross vowed to himself that he would not let this turn into the "Obsession" that MIA had with George.
Thus, for Ross, he was slowly recovering from the pain from his shot, going into the office, and planning his next move with Fritz, Steve, and even John Fish on RFS.
Doctor K had told Ross that Ross could not fly for 10 days. Thus, Ross was grounded, but, given his personal and business "obligations" Ross had plenty to keep him busy in New York City.
Every other night, Kayley would get into either Dom or Sub mode, and say. "Your pecker for my feet , a brief tickle, and a ladder stand. That sounds like we both win" Kayley said.
As the week went on, Tim was having his usual "Complex issues develop" with buying and selling companies.
Ross took Tim to lunch at Shun Lee and quietly told Tim.
"Tim, you know how lousy I was feeling before the Botox shot. I am feeling better now. I must get to OKC within the week. I have not been there in over a month. It wont be anything more than the usual three or four day plan and or investor trip. I promise that when I come home, we will sit down and talk, even if its at your apartment or some neutral place for a couple of hours on a Saturday. Once I get past this OKC trip, I am all yours, okay?" Ross said.
"Ross, I understand. If they pressure me, I will put a minimum down payment on the deal, and if I lose it, I lose it. " Tim said.
Ross smiled. "Thanks"
Ross was trying to line up his trip to OKC. One night, something happened that was not good.
Ross was typing e-mails in the den. Kayley entered, came behind Ross, and noticed that Ross's hands were shaking.,
"Ah, R, your hands are shaking. How are you feeling?" Kayley asked.
"I'm okay. It's nervous energy. Its just on and off. I've had far worse. Also FYI, my head is fine, and the back of my neck is just a bit sore. I am fine to go to OKC. It's like a baseball player who plays with a stiff neck that ""Barks" a bit. , but is not enough for a stint on the Injured List, okay?" Ross asked, trying to get Kayley to drop the subject.
The week went along. Kayley and Ross, who had hardly been gambling since they made the vow to greatly cut back, made a brief visit to the Queens casino for three hours late Saturday afternoon and evening. They had a fancy dinner at the casino's nice eatery, came home, had sex, and then dropped off to sleep.
Late on Sunday night, far later than the phone ever usually rang, about 11 pm, Ross's cell phone did ring., Kayley was almost asleep, and Ross himself was ready to sack out.
The call was from Mister P
"Ross, put the trip here on hold for a couple of days. Something else happened. Steven and I have to meet someone on an old deal that does not involve you or RFS. We have to go to California. We will go there for a day, sleep one night, take the Red Eye home, and meet you the next day. Say, come down Wednesday to Saturday. Trust me, this is very good news. Even if this guy does not do a deal with RFS, he might become someone very important to you in other business. RossShell, or another possible new company" Fritz said.
"Okay, sir. Whatever you want is fine. I will just go into RossShell tomorrow and wait for your call.
"You will be here by Wednesday night at latest, maybe usual time on Wednesday. Let's just see" Fritz said.
"Okay, Mister P. Have a good night, and a good trip" Ross said.
The call ended, and Kayley had been stirred by it.
"Hmm, who was that, Ross?"
"Mister P. I'm not going to OKC tomorrow. A delay because of something. I will probably leave on Wednesday instead of tomorrow. Soooo.. Ross will go in to the mess I myself created, and see how else I can spend my time" Ross said.
"Mmmm, okay, night R. " Kayley said.
"G'night K" Ross said, kissing Kayley on the lips.
The next day, Ross appeared at his own office at 830, dressed in a polo shirt, slacks, and blazer.
The staff seemed surprised to see him. "Ah... Ross?" Ashley, his secretary said.
"Yes, Ashley. That's me. I;m Ross. The guy who started this company. The guy who makes the money, well not all of it. All of you are so helpful in that regard. What is going on?" Ross asked.
Ashley gave Ross an iced tea. "I think you had better come into your private office, and we should talk. Something else happened when I thought you were going to OKC, but now that you are here" Ashley said.
Ross sighed and the two went into his office. "Okay, whats the bad news this time. Hit me!" Ross said.
"It's good news. Certifiable good news. The foreman of the Alaskan oil field asked you to call him around 1 pm our time today. They hit. A huge strike. " Ashley said.
Ross sat behind his desk with a quiet smile.
After all of the weeks and months of Ross's migraines, and pain, and sleepless nights, was this really good news?
Or.. would something happen as usual to derail it?
Those things would be seen.
Lawsuits were flying from others, "staking claim" to the asset.
Alan Hell recommended an attorney who knew another attorney who was an expert in Russian energy. It would then be a "waiting process"
Ross vowed to himself that he would not let this turn into the "Obsession" that MIA had with George.
Thus, for Ross, he was slowly recovering from the pain from his shot, going into the office, and planning his next move with Fritz, Steve, and even John Fish on RFS.
Doctor K had told Ross that Ross could not fly for 10 days. Thus, Ross was grounded, but, given his personal and business "obligations" Ross had plenty to keep him busy in New York City.
Every other night, Kayley would get into either Dom or Sub mode, and say. "Your pecker for my feet , a brief tickle, and a ladder stand. That sounds like we both win" Kayley said.
As the week went on, Tim was having his usual "Complex issues develop" with buying and selling companies.
Ross took Tim to lunch at Shun Lee and quietly told Tim.
"Tim, you know how lousy I was feeling before the Botox shot. I am feeling better now. I must get to OKC within the week. I have not been there in over a month. It wont be anything more than the usual three or four day plan and or investor trip. I promise that when I come home, we will sit down and talk, even if its at your apartment or some neutral place for a couple of hours on a Saturday. Once I get past this OKC trip, I am all yours, okay?" Ross said.
"Ross, I understand. If they pressure me, I will put a minimum down payment on the deal, and if I lose it, I lose it. " Tim said.
Ross smiled. "Thanks"
Ross was trying to line up his trip to OKC. One night, something happened that was not good.
Ross was typing e-mails in the den. Kayley entered, came behind Ross, and noticed that Ross's hands were shaking.,
"Ah, R, your hands are shaking. How are you feeling?" Kayley asked.
"I'm okay. It's nervous energy. Its just on and off. I've had far worse. Also FYI, my head is fine, and the back of my neck is just a bit sore. I am fine to go to OKC. It's like a baseball player who plays with a stiff neck that ""Barks" a bit. , but is not enough for a stint on the Injured List, okay?" Ross asked, trying to get Kayley to drop the subject.
The week went along. Kayley and Ross, who had hardly been gambling since they made the vow to greatly cut back, made a brief visit to the Queens casino for three hours late Saturday afternoon and evening. They had a fancy dinner at the casino's nice eatery, came home, had sex, and then dropped off to sleep.
Late on Sunday night, far later than the phone ever usually rang, about 11 pm, Ross's cell phone did ring., Kayley was almost asleep, and Ross himself was ready to sack out.
The call was from Mister P
"Ross, put the trip here on hold for a couple of days. Something else happened. Steven and I have to meet someone on an old deal that does not involve you or RFS. We have to go to California. We will go there for a day, sleep one night, take the Red Eye home, and meet you the next day. Say, come down Wednesday to Saturday. Trust me, this is very good news. Even if this guy does not do a deal with RFS, he might become someone very important to you in other business. RossShell, or another possible new company" Fritz said.
"Okay, sir. Whatever you want is fine. I will just go into RossShell tomorrow and wait for your call.
"You will be here by Wednesday night at latest, maybe usual time on Wednesday. Let's just see" Fritz said.
"Okay, Mister P. Have a good night, and a good trip" Ross said.
The call ended, and Kayley had been stirred by it.
"Hmm, who was that, Ross?"
"Mister P. I'm not going to OKC tomorrow. A delay because of something. I will probably leave on Wednesday instead of tomorrow. Soooo.. Ross will go in to the mess I myself created, and see how else I can spend my time" Ross said.
"Mmmm, okay, night R. " Kayley said.
"G'night K" Ross said, kissing Kayley on the lips.
The next day, Ross appeared at his own office at 830, dressed in a polo shirt, slacks, and blazer.
The staff seemed surprised to see him. "Ah... Ross?" Ashley, his secretary said.
"Yes, Ashley. That's me. I;m Ross. The guy who started this company. The guy who makes the money, well not all of it. All of you are so helpful in that regard. What is going on?" Ross asked.
Ashley gave Ross an iced tea. "I think you had better come into your private office, and we should talk. Something else happened when I thought you were going to OKC, but now that you are here" Ashley said.
Ross sighed and the two went into his office. "Okay, whats the bad news this time. Hit me!" Ross said.
"It's good news. Certifiable good news. The foreman of the Alaskan oil field asked you to call him around 1 pm our time today. They hit. A huge strike. " Ashley said.
Ross sat behind his desk with a quiet smile.
After all of the weeks and months of Ross's migraines, and pain, and sleepless nights, was this really good news?
Or.. would something happen as usual to derail it?
Those things would be seen.
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