stevew
Telly Talk Star
John Ross is waken in bed by Mateo. Pamela stirs and he tells her to go back to sleep.
The two meet in his study in the wee hours of the morning. Mateo says, "It was one of Chris's methane rigs."
"Damn, I warned him not to go there. He's lined up Calco to buy the methane and has car companies looking to buy the rights to his engine patterns. He's moving a head to benefit himself and to hell with the rest of us."
"I've got a close eye on him."
"Anyone hurt?"
"No."
"Any environmental concerns?"
"Not a one."
"And Chris?"
"He's already headed down to Galveston with Milly to try and handle the fall out."
"The two of them better he it right."
Chris and Milly sit on a private plan flying over the state of Texas. Milly gets up off the floor and sets next to him as he pulls his pants back up.
At breakfast all the talk is about the rig explosion. Beau's certain it'll cost him the election. Emily says she wishes he'd just give up this stupid methane obsession. Lucy agrees.
John Ross walks Pamela to her car after breakfast. She says, "Who are you going to blame the explosion on?"
"The Russians. They've made three attempts."
"Then why didn't you just let them blow I up?"
"I couldn't predict the fall out, casualties or the environment. Not to mention the political fall out between the two if they actually did it. This way there's just speculation."
She kisses him. "Try and have a good day."
"You too." He sways her butt.
She smirks at him. I've been thinking. With Steven doing better. Maybe we should start working on that next child. I mean if you're up to it."
"Darlin' we can start right now if you'd like."
"This evening. I like to take my time when I'm with you."
"Anything worth having is worth going for - all the way." He sways her in the butt as she gets into the car. He waves at her as she drives away.
John Ross takes out his phone and makes a call. "Hey Brick. It's John Ross . . . Yeah, how ya doin'? . . . Sweet . . . Listen I was calling about Ronaldo Baxter . . . Yeah that's him. Chairman of Trident now . . . I know right . . . Hay if I stole her she wasn't his girl in the first place . . . Well no his momma was a different story. That was wrong . . . Listen we need to meet to discuss that little termite . . . Atlanta, sure, I'll be there. Lunch sounds great. Text me the details . . . You betcha."
Some goons unlock the door, walk into Chris's condo and start tearing the place apart.
Julie comes out of the bathroom screaming. One of the guys grabs her up and covers her mouth with a cloth. She fights him. Eventually she passes out.
They continue their search until they find the box with red files and then leave, taking it with them.
Down in the lobby the men step off the elevator and meet up with Mateo walking out of her building.
John Ross works on shoeing a horse with the boys working on chores in the barn when Liam walks in. "I've got the papers for you to sign."
"Great. You've got it all."
"Every last dime that Rebecca owes. She's actually into negative equity I'm guessing."
"How's there talks with Trident going?"
"Not so well. Other than the special voting rights he's working on, the deal's a good one, but Baxter isn't budging."
"Well than, I'll have to budge him." John Ross pries the old shoe off. "You see that boys. Little leverage. I told you about that. Big enough lever you can move the world."
"I'm not understanding. Why do you want this to happen again?"
"I've got control of Andrew and Ava's shares. Rebecca shouldn't be a problem. Better to keep your father corralled than caged. Big enough coral he'll think he's free."
Rebecca walks in through the front door of the Wendell mansion and then turns into the living room, startled to see David and Dia.
"Well hello sweetheart. Your friend her stopped by so we could have a talk."
"My friend? OK. What about?"
"He showed me his control of my sister's shared in Tusk. He also shared with my his father can get us nearly ten percent of the votes in Trident."
"Did he?"
"Well that's nice of him."
"Yes and maybe more if he were to round up some friends."
"Well that's good. And of course he likes our having a special voting class of stock in the new company."
"Perfect."
"I've called in a few markers myself so we might be ready to pounce."
"Well good. Very good."
"Now I also told your friend I'm well aware of your relationship. See I figured once we got married I better know a lot more about you. Seems you've known each other since school in Switzerland."
"We have."
"Yes. He's explained to me how he didn't mean any disrespect to me by sleeping with you. You've been at it a very long time." She goes to speak and he cuts her off, "I explained to him we didn't have that kind of marriage and he was free to enjoy himself."
"Well how kind of you."
"I just asked to be able to watch now and again."
"What? No. Listen here David."
Dia approaches her, pulling his shirt off. "It's OK baby. I don't mind an audience."
"Listen to me Dia."
He cuts her off, "No I'm done listening to you." He takes off his pants. "About time you just shut up and do as your told."
David grabs Dia's white cloth covered ass. "Yes sweetheart. Do as your told."
Beau sits with John Ross in the hole in the wall bar for lunch. "Yes they tell me I'm so far down in the polls now they don't have any hopes, unless we get a miracle."
"The idea that the rig was tampered with hasn't helped?"
"Not in her slightest."
"Alright. There's no proof but we've got some concern it was Russian sabotage to keep the price of gas up. We'll get that rumor out there. Be prepared for it. Make sure the voters know this is a case of the enemy tampering with the election. See if that doesn't help."
"Hell yea. That should be the miracle we're looking for."
"So, how you and Milly doing?"
"Not. Bad I suppose. We're talking about having another kid. We'd like to have just two."
"That's good. It's just I never got the impression things were all that great between the two of you."
"No we're fine."
"It's just, well, I make it my business to know stuff. You know what I mean?"
"No. Like what?"
"Like you're banging two college interns on your campaign staff."
"I'm cautious."
"That gets out you're gonna have all sorts of issues."
"Listen John Ross. I appreciate the concern but we don't have a marriage like that. There's no concern. And politically, I get caught, I'll call up a preacher and ask for help with my sex addiction."
John Ross laughs, grabs his shoulder and says, "Just as long as you got it covered." He squeezes his shoulder super tight.
"Ronaldo. Come in," Pamela says welcoming him. "Thank you for meeting with me. Please sit." The two sit on sofas facing each other.
"You have a lovely office."
"Thank. Listen. I'll jump right into the reason for this meeting. You own some solar panel farms. Three of them. You picket them up when you bought the GB Group. Great move by the way. I want them."
"Well I'm sure we can work out a deal."
"Well we can. A very beneficial deal for me. See I hear you're going to be having to dump a lot of assets quick to shore up your balance sheet. You've been over stating the value of your oil reserves. I want in before all this goes down. In fact there are a few other pieces I'd like to discuss as well."
"What makes you think I'd start panicking over such a thing."
"Oh I know you will. Once these is out your stock price will be in a free fall. And Wendell is gunning for you."
"Event still, what do I get out of giving you a head start?"
"My word to remain silent."
"About what?"
Pamela throws him a thick packet full of printed emails. "You whipped everything clean. And almost in time not to get caught. Employees in this emails have vanished with out a trace. Not to prevent this leak, cause by this point you knew it was too late, but to buy you time. Add to that various law suits you've kept off the books, one might even say you cooked the books. Like, um, creative accounting."
"You're playing a dangerous game Mrs. Ewing."
"Am I? Well you'd need to find a place you can hide, some place in this world, if you think you could get away from the consequence of your insinuation. You're aware of what happened to Mr. Sechin?"
"I'm well aware."
"And as I offer to do you a favor, you've still got the balls to think there's such a place to hide. How about we just end this meeting." Pamela stands. "You go get on that plan and fly off to that place."
Liam has lunch with Emily. Liam talks about there sister in London and her husband putting together a deal to invest in Trident and how the share price is climbing into record territory. He mentions another sister's in-laws in Singapore making some heavy investments and how their father is leveraging every family member and friend and political marker to make a play for Trident.
The two meet in his study in the wee hours of the morning. Mateo says, "It was one of Chris's methane rigs."
"Damn, I warned him not to go there. He's lined up Calco to buy the methane and has car companies looking to buy the rights to his engine patterns. He's moving a head to benefit himself and to hell with the rest of us."
"I've got a close eye on him."
"Anyone hurt?"
"No."
"Any environmental concerns?"
"Not a one."
"And Chris?"
"He's already headed down to Galveston with Milly to try and handle the fall out."
"The two of them better he it right."
Chris and Milly sit on a private plan flying over the state of Texas. Milly gets up off the floor and sets next to him as he pulls his pants back up.
At breakfast all the talk is about the rig explosion. Beau's certain it'll cost him the election. Emily says she wishes he'd just give up this stupid methane obsession. Lucy agrees.
John Ross walks Pamela to her car after breakfast. She says, "Who are you going to blame the explosion on?"
"The Russians. They've made three attempts."
"Then why didn't you just let them blow I up?"
"I couldn't predict the fall out, casualties or the environment. Not to mention the political fall out between the two if they actually did it. This way there's just speculation."
She kisses him. "Try and have a good day."
"You too." He sways her butt.
She smirks at him. I've been thinking. With Steven doing better. Maybe we should start working on that next child. I mean if you're up to it."
"Darlin' we can start right now if you'd like."
"This evening. I like to take my time when I'm with you."
"Anything worth having is worth going for - all the way." He sways her in the butt as she gets into the car. He waves at her as she drives away.
John Ross takes out his phone and makes a call. "Hey Brick. It's John Ross . . . Yeah, how ya doin'? . . . Sweet . . . Listen I was calling about Ronaldo Baxter . . . Yeah that's him. Chairman of Trident now . . . I know right . . . Hay if I stole her she wasn't his girl in the first place . . . Well no his momma was a different story. That was wrong . . . Listen we need to meet to discuss that little termite . . . Atlanta, sure, I'll be there. Lunch sounds great. Text me the details . . . You betcha."
Some goons unlock the door, walk into Chris's condo and start tearing the place apart.
Julie comes out of the bathroom screaming. One of the guys grabs her up and covers her mouth with a cloth. She fights him. Eventually she passes out.
They continue their search until they find the box with red files and then leave, taking it with them.
Down in the lobby the men step off the elevator and meet up with Mateo walking out of her building.
John Ross works on shoeing a horse with the boys working on chores in the barn when Liam walks in. "I've got the papers for you to sign."
"Great. You've got it all."
"Every last dime that Rebecca owes. She's actually into negative equity I'm guessing."
"How's there talks with Trident going?"
"Not so well. Other than the special voting rights he's working on, the deal's a good one, but Baxter isn't budging."
"Well than, I'll have to budge him." John Ross pries the old shoe off. "You see that boys. Little leverage. I told you about that. Big enough lever you can move the world."
"I'm not understanding. Why do you want this to happen again?"
"I've got control of Andrew and Ava's shares. Rebecca shouldn't be a problem. Better to keep your father corralled than caged. Big enough coral he'll think he's free."
Rebecca walks in through the front door of the Wendell mansion and then turns into the living room, startled to see David and Dia.
"Well hello sweetheart. Your friend her stopped by so we could have a talk."
"My friend? OK. What about?"
"He showed me his control of my sister's shared in Tusk. He also shared with my his father can get us nearly ten percent of the votes in Trident."
"Did he?"
"Well that's nice of him."
"Yes and maybe more if he were to round up some friends."
"Well that's good. And of course he likes our having a special voting class of stock in the new company."
"Perfect."
"I've called in a few markers myself so we might be ready to pounce."
"Well good. Very good."
"Now I also told your friend I'm well aware of your relationship. See I figured once we got married I better know a lot more about you. Seems you've known each other since school in Switzerland."
"We have."
"Yes. He's explained to me how he didn't mean any disrespect to me by sleeping with you. You've been at it a very long time." She goes to speak and he cuts her off, "I explained to him we didn't have that kind of marriage and he was free to enjoy himself."
"Well how kind of you."
"I just asked to be able to watch now and again."
"What? No. Listen here David."
Dia approaches her, pulling his shirt off. "It's OK baby. I don't mind an audience."
"Listen to me Dia."
He cuts her off, "No I'm done listening to you." He takes off his pants. "About time you just shut up and do as your told."
David grabs Dia's white cloth covered ass. "Yes sweetheart. Do as your told."
Beau sits with John Ross in the hole in the wall bar for lunch. "Yes they tell me I'm so far down in the polls now they don't have any hopes, unless we get a miracle."
"The idea that the rig was tampered with hasn't helped?"
"Not in her slightest."
"Alright. There's no proof but we've got some concern it was Russian sabotage to keep the price of gas up. We'll get that rumor out there. Be prepared for it. Make sure the voters know this is a case of the enemy tampering with the election. See if that doesn't help."
"Hell yea. That should be the miracle we're looking for."
"So, how you and Milly doing?"
"Not. Bad I suppose. We're talking about having another kid. We'd like to have just two."
"That's good. It's just I never got the impression things were all that great between the two of you."
"No we're fine."
"It's just, well, I make it my business to know stuff. You know what I mean?"
"No. Like what?"
"Like you're banging two college interns on your campaign staff."
"I'm cautious."
"That gets out you're gonna have all sorts of issues."
"Listen John Ross. I appreciate the concern but we don't have a marriage like that. There's no concern. And politically, I get caught, I'll call up a preacher and ask for help with my sex addiction."
John Ross laughs, grabs his shoulder and says, "Just as long as you got it covered." He squeezes his shoulder super tight.
"Ronaldo. Come in," Pamela says welcoming him. "Thank you for meeting with me. Please sit." The two sit on sofas facing each other.
"You have a lovely office."
"Thank. Listen. I'll jump right into the reason for this meeting. You own some solar panel farms. Three of them. You picket them up when you bought the GB Group. Great move by the way. I want them."
"Well I'm sure we can work out a deal."
"Well we can. A very beneficial deal for me. See I hear you're going to be having to dump a lot of assets quick to shore up your balance sheet. You've been over stating the value of your oil reserves. I want in before all this goes down. In fact there are a few other pieces I'd like to discuss as well."
"What makes you think I'd start panicking over such a thing."
"Oh I know you will. Once these is out your stock price will be in a free fall. And Wendell is gunning for you."
"Event still, what do I get out of giving you a head start?"
"My word to remain silent."
"About what?"
Pamela throws him a thick packet full of printed emails. "You whipped everything clean. And almost in time not to get caught. Employees in this emails have vanished with out a trace. Not to prevent this leak, cause by this point you knew it was too late, but to buy you time. Add to that various law suits you've kept off the books, one might even say you cooked the books. Like, um, creative accounting."
"You're playing a dangerous game Mrs. Ewing."
"Am I? Well you'd need to find a place you can hide, some place in this world, if you think you could get away from the consequence of your insinuation. You're aware of what happened to Mr. Sechin?"
"I'm well aware."
"And as I offer to do you a favor, you've still got the balls to think there's such a place to hide. How about we just end this meeting." Pamela stands. "You go get on that plan and fly off to that place."
Liam has lunch with Emily. Liam talks about there sister in London and her husband putting together a deal to invest in Trident and how the share price is climbing into record territory. He mentions another sister's in-laws in Singapore making some heavy investments and how their father is leveraging every family member and friend and political marker to make a play for Trident.