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<blockquote data-quote="stevew" data-source="post: 33130" data-attributes="member: 130"><p>John Ross stands on the balcony off the back of South Fork surveying the ranch in the dusky early morning hours. He raises his cup of coffee seeing seeing Emily walk out of their cottage and to her art studio. He then looks down to see Barbara setting the breakfast table by the pool. Chris catches his eye coming out of the rec. house. Pamela is the first to sit down to breakfast. Chris joins her in a bit, followed by Lucy. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>John Ross approaches the table as Lucy says, "No I told my parents I've got too much to do here. With you all working, I told them you rely on me to help with the kids. I mean look it, Beau's still in D.C."</p><p></p><p>Chris says, "Just the one I want to see this morning. I want to sell you my half the ranch."</p><p></p><p>"What?" John Ross exclaims. Everyone goes silent.</p><p></p><p>"I have a chance to buy the Emir of Manama's yacht from the new government and it's kind of a lot."</p><p></p><p>"I can imagine. It's gotta be huge. But you want to sell your share of South Fork?"</p><p></p><p>"Emily and I like the little cottage and she has her gallery or studio or what ever you call it out back and I don't really see me returning to run the ranch."</p><p></p><p>"So you're not moving, you just want me to buy you out?"</p><p></p><p>"Exactly."</p><p></p><p>"Alright. Pamela can you take care of it fir me?"</p><p></p><p>"Certainly. I'll get the ball rolling first thing when I get in today."</p><p></p><p>"Excellent. Well, I look forward to a family outing on this boat of yours. You're not looking to sell your half of the house are you Lucy?"</p><p></p><p>Lucy laughs, "I wasn't planning on it, but if you want it, I don't mind. As long as I keep my room."</p><p></p><p>"You're serious?"</p><p></p><p>"I don't see why not. We've got to think about one day which of these kids is going to inherit South Fork. The last thing we want is there to be a fight over things. Just so everyone is clear, I've set up trust funds for my nieces and nephews, but I'm leaving the bulk of my estate to Jeremy. He's the closets to a child I'll ever have. I want him to feel at home here, but I don't want him to fight over it. So if you want to buy me out, you might as well." </p><p></p><p>"Alright. I'll speak to Liam about handling it. I don't know which of my children, if any of them will be interested in the house, but we'll cross the bridge when we get to it."</p><p></p><p>Lucy says, "That about the smoothest transition plan I've ever heard of for this family. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>A private jet lands in Dallas and taxis up to a hanger. Rebecca gets out of a car and climbs up into the jet. She looks in and says to Mateo, "So where is it we're headed?"</p><p></p><p>"Any place your like."</p><p></p><p>Facetiously she answers, "Bora Bora."</p><p></p><p>He picks up the phone and says, "We're going to Bora Bora."</p><p></p><p>She laughs as he hangs up, "I was just kidding,"</p><p></p><p>"So."</p><p></p><p>"I can't go to Bora Bora."</p><p></p><p>"Why not?"</p><p></p><p>Stumbling over her words she comes to say, "I can't think of a single reason why. Oh yes I can. I don't have my pass port."</p><p></p><p>Mateo laughs. "That's not a problem."</p><p></p><p>"Do tell."</p><p></p><p>"Just sit down and buckle up." </p><p></p><p>She does with a smile on her face. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Juliette pours herself a drink at the Wendell mansion and says, "I'm sure you already know, but Beau's been appointed to the Foreign Relations Committee."</p><p></p><p>David says, "Well of course I know that. But there will be things that develop and as they do, I'll need information. I also need some to follow in my foot steps at Trident."</p><p></p><p>"Are you saying me?"</p><p></p><p>"I've had to write Emily and Liam out of my will."</p><p></p><p>"And you're considering writing me in?"</p><p></p><p>"You're in. You're not alone, but you're in. The thing is who do I leave control of my trusts to, who gets to manage the voting of all those shares? Are you interested in the job?"</p><p></p><p>"Yes."</p><p></p><p>"Then keep a handle on Beau Ewing for me. And invite him over here sometime."</p><p></p><p>"Over here." Juliette raises her glass before taking a drink. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Philip strips out of speedo in the club locker room, wraps a towel around him and heads into showers. </p><p></p><p></p><p>On his return, wet and wrapped in the towel he finds Chris stand there confronting him. "Hello. I Christopher Ewing. You're teaching my son to swim and screwing my wife." </p><p></p><p>"What? I'm ah."</p><p></p><p>"I'm not concerned about you with Emily. It's sort of an unspoken arrangement between the two of us. Funny how things work out."</p><p></p><p>"It's just, well you know."</p><p></p><p>"Sex. Yea. Fun of the new young boy in her bed. Anyway, my issue is more about your meetings with David Wendell."</p><p></p><p>"Who?"</p><p></p><p>"Well that wasn't much of an attempt to conceal the truth. Of course you know him. He's a member here. And I assume he's paid you well to be able to watch you and your girlfriend. Yes I've spent a lot of money keeping my eye on him."</p><p></p><p>"Alright. Yes he pays well."</p><p></p><p>"I don't want you to quite working for him. But I want you to keep me posted. I'll give you what ever information I want Wendell to have."</p><p></p><p>"Sort of puts me in the middle."</p><p></p><p>"From the records I have, you've been put in the middle more than once."</p><p></p><p>"I'll agree on one condition."</p><p></p><p>"You mean besides pay."</p><p></p><p>"Yes in addition to pay. I want a job at Ewing Oil. I have my CPA. I want something that'll have me moving up in the company and of course something David Wendell will buy as being informative to him."</p><p></p><p>"Alright. But let me explain to you, you betray me, I'll be sending home your little porn videos to your devout family. We clear?"</p><p></p><p>"Absolutely. Should be fun and very fun."</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>David says to George, "How much of DLV does Juan DeLaVaga own."</p><p></p><p>"We don't have that either. Since Galicia divested it control DLV has been in a selling spree to get rid of everything that's not exploration. They've also moved their headquarters to Houston. That's all we've got."</p><p></p><p>"Where are their plays?"</p><p></p><p>George reads from a list, "With partners in Norway and Denmark, shale in North Dakota and Ohio, offshore in West Africa, Malaysia, and Guyana." </p><p></p><p>"I need more information than that."</p><p></p><p>"Of course. They're already in talks with Maracaibo." </p><p></p><p>"I want in on those plays."</p><p></p><p>"That's the game plan."</p><p></p><p>"Did Cilia Ravard start interning in our legal department?" </p><p></p><p>"No she took an internship with Ewing Oil."</p><p></p><p>"Brilliant. Just brilliant."</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Chris and George fly down to Maracaibo with Juan DeLaVega. Juan says that his grandfather started the company and his uncle's widow ran it for sometime, including when she bought Ewing Oil. </p><p></p><p>The tree talk about a joint but for Maracaibo with DLV's contacts, Ewing Oil's technology and Trident's shipping, refining and marketing. This will be the first venture for an outsider since nationalization. </p><p></p><p>Chris mentions another deal with Ewing Oil and Petraleos Maracaibo and its subsidiary Dortgo and that he's hesitant to agree to it as it would put Ewing Oil technology at risk. </p><p></p><p>David talks about a PetroSino deal. </p><p></p><p></p><p>Suddenly the plane is forced into evasive maneuvers to fend off ground to air missiles. </p><p></p><p></p><p>The three men are tossed about inside. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Luis Cedeno is on the phone with John Ross, "I can assure you we'll find him. My men are in top of it."</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>John Ross hangs up his phone and says to Mateo, "We're headed down."</p><p></p><p>"No," Pamela cries. </p><p></p><p>"I have to. He's family."</p><p></p><p>"No John Ross. Your children come first. You can't go. What would you tell Chris? Stay and take care of my children. Right?"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="stevew, post: 33130, member: 130"] John Ross stands on the balcony off the back of South Fork surveying the ranch in the dusky early morning hours. He raises his cup of coffee seeing seeing Emily walk out of their cottage and to her art studio. He then looks down to see Barbara setting the breakfast table by the pool. Chris catches his eye coming out of the rec. house. Pamela is the first to sit down to breakfast. Chris joins her in a bit, followed by Lucy. John Ross approaches the table as Lucy says, "No I told my parents I've got too much to do here. With you all working, I told them you rely on me to help with the kids. I mean look it, Beau's still in D.C." Chris says, "Just the one I want to see this morning. I want to sell you my half the ranch." "What?" John Ross exclaims. Everyone goes silent. "I have a chance to buy the Emir of Manama's yacht from the new government and it's kind of a lot." "I can imagine. It's gotta be huge. But you want to sell your share of South Fork?" "Emily and I like the little cottage and she has her gallery or studio or what ever you call it out back and I don't really see me returning to run the ranch." "So you're not moving, you just want me to buy you out?" "Exactly." "Alright. Pamela can you take care of it fir me?" "Certainly. I'll get the ball rolling first thing when I get in today." "Excellent. Well, I look forward to a family outing on this boat of yours. You're not looking to sell your half of the house are you Lucy?" Lucy laughs, "I wasn't planning on it, but if you want it, I don't mind. As long as I keep my room." "You're serious?" "I don't see why not. We've got to think about one day which of these kids is going to inherit South Fork. The last thing we want is there to be a fight over things. Just so everyone is clear, I've set up trust funds for my nieces and nephews, but I'm leaving the bulk of my estate to Jeremy. He's the closets to a child I'll ever have. I want him to feel at home here, but I don't want him to fight over it. So if you want to buy me out, you might as well." "Alright. I'll speak to Liam about handling it. I don't know which of my children, if any of them will be interested in the house, but we'll cross the bridge when we get to it." Lucy says, "That about the smoothest transition plan I've ever heard of for this family. A private jet lands in Dallas and taxis up to a hanger. Rebecca gets out of a car and climbs up into the jet. She looks in and says to Mateo, "So where is it we're headed?" "Any place your like." Facetiously she answers, "Bora Bora." He picks up the phone and says, "We're going to Bora Bora." She laughs as he hangs up, "I was just kidding," "So." "I can't go to Bora Bora." "Why not?" Stumbling over her words she comes to say, "I can't think of a single reason why. Oh yes I can. I don't have my pass port." Mateo laughs. "That's not a problem." "Do tell." "Just sit down and buckle up." She does with a smile on her face. Juliette pours herself a drink at the Wendell mansion and says, "I'm sure you already know, but Beau's been appointed to the Foreign Relations Committee." David says, "Well of course I know that. But there will be things that develop and as they do, I'll need information. I also need some to follow in my foot steps at Trident." "Are you saying me?" "I've had to write Emily and Liam out of my will." "And you're considering writing me in?" "You're in. You're not alone, but you're in. The thing is who do I leave control of my trusts to, who gets to manage the voting of all those shares? Are you interested in the job?" "Yes." "Then keep a handle on Beau Ewing for me. And invite him over here sometime." "Over here." Juliette raises her glass before taking a drink. Philip strips out of speedo in the club locker room, wraps a towel around him and heads into showers. On his return, wet and wrapped in the towel he finds Chris stand there confronting him. "Hello. I Christopher Ewing. You're teaching my son to swim and screwing my wife." "What? I'm ah." "I'm not concerned about you with Emily. It's sort of an unspoken arrangement between the two of us. Funny how things work out." "It's just, well you know." "Sex. Yea. Fun of the new young boy in her bed. Anyway, my issue is more about your meetings with David Wendell." "Who?" "Well that wasn't much of an attempt to conceal the truth. Of course you know him. He's a member here. And I assume he's paid you well to be able to watch you and your girlfriend. Yes I've spent a lot of money keeping my eye on him." "Alright. Yes he pays well." "I don't want you to quite working for him. But I want you to keep me posted. I'll give you what ever information I want Wendell to have." "Sort of puts me in the middle." "From the records I have, you've been put in the middle more than once." "I'll agree on one condition." "You mean besides pay." "Yes in addition to pay. I want a job at Ewing Oil. I have my CPA. I want something that'll have me moving up in the company and of course something David Wendell will buy as being informative to him." "Alright. But let me explain to you, you betray me, I'll be sending home your little porn videos to your devout family. We clear?" "Absolutely. Should be fun and very fun." David says to George, "How much of DLV does Juan DeLaVaga own." "We don't have that either. Since Galicia divested it control DLV has been in a selling spree to get rid of everything that's not exploration. They've also moved their headquarters to Houston. That's all we've got." "Where are their plays?" George reads from a list, "With partners in Norway and Denmark, shale in North Dakota and Ohio, offshore in West Africa, Malaysia, and Guyana." "I need more information than that." "Of course. They're already in talks with Maracaibo." "I want in on those plays." "That's the game plan." "Did Cilia Ravard start interning in our legal department?" "No she took an internship with Ewing Oil." "Brilliant. Just brilliant." Chris and George fly down to Maracaibo with Juan DeLaVega. Juan says that his grandfather started the company and his uncle's widow ran it for sometime, including when she bought Ewing Oil. The tree talk about a joint but for Maracaibo with DLV's contacts, Ewing Oil's technology and Trident's shipping, refining and marketing. This will be the first venture for an outsider since nationalization. Chris mentions another deal with Ewing Oil and Petraleos Maracaibo and its subsidiary Dortgo and that he's hesitant to agree to it as it would put Ewing Oil technology at risk. David talks about a PetroSino deal. Suddenly the plane is forced into evasive maneuvers to fend off ground to air missiles. The three men are tossed about inside. Luis Cedeno is on the phone with John Ross, "I can assure you we'll find him. My men are in top of it." John Ross hangs up his phone and says to Mateo, "We're headed down." "No," Pamela cries. "I have to. He's family." "No John Ross. Your children come first. You can't go. What would you tell Chris? Stay and take care of my children. Right?" [/QUOTE]
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