“Your decision Miss Michelle.  Do you want me to show you around or not?”

“I don’t suppose it would hurt and it would keep dad happy.  How do you want to handle it?”

“Just tell me what your schedule is and what your interests are.  In general just let me know what you want to know.”

“For starters a good parts place.  My water pump went out.  I’ve got the old one off and I need a replacement for it.”

“There are two places within ten minutes of here.  A NAPA and an Auto Zone.  You could give them a call in the morning and see which one has what you need in stock.”

“None open this time of night?”

“Nope.  Both close at seven.”

“Tomorrow is Saturday.  Do you have to work?”

“Sometimes I do end up having to work weekends, but I’m free this weekend.”

“Can you start showing me around tomorrow?”

“I can.”

“We can start by going to whichever place has the parts I need.”

The parts places opened at eight so I told Michelle that I would pick her up at nine.  By then she should know who had what she needed.  I made my goodbyes to Hank and Ronnie and headed for my apartment.

++++++++++++

I picked Michelle (call me Mickey) up at nine and she was dressed the same as she had been the previous evening although it was a different sweatshirt and different baggy pants.  I took her to NAPA to get her parts and then I offered to take her to breakfast and she accepted.  Over breakfast she asked:

“Tell me the real reason you are doing this.”

“There are actually two reasons, but both of them are basically the same.  My boss asked me for a favor and I agreed to do it to stay on the good side of him.  Stay in his good graces.  The second reason is that if your father has his way he is going to bring you into the business when you graduate.  Somewhere down the line I expect that you will end up being my boss so I would also like to be on the good side of you.”

“So it is a career move on your part.”

“Does that make me all bad?”

“It is something that I can understand, but my coming to work at dad’s company is not a given.  It is a possibility, but by no means a sure thing.”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“I may feel the need to prove myself and I’m not sure that I could do that working for my father.  I believe he would tend to give me things without my having earned them and I would be looked at as getting favorable, but unearned treatment.”

“You know that’s bullcrap.  What’s the difference between you coming to work and being seen as getting preferential treatment or something happening to your dad and you having to come in and take over?  You are an only child so you will inherit.”

“Not necessarily.  Ronnie could get the nod.”

“I can’t see that happening.  I’ve been there three years and I’ve never seen her in the place.  You would be better off already working there so you would be familiar with things.”

“We don’t need to talk about it now.  I’ve still got two years of school to get through.”

When I took her home she asked me if I needed to leave right away and I said that I didn’t.

“I could use an extra pair of hands for a couple of minutes if you don’t mind.”

I followed her into the garage where instead of a car I found a Silverado long bed with a camper shell on the back.  Next to it was a large Snap On tool box and I do mean large.  A bottom, a center section and a top box and I know Snap On isn’t cheap.

“I didn’t know that your dad was a mechanic.”

“These are my tools bubba ad even though I know it is rolling around in your head I don’t want to hear it.”

“Hear what?”

“But you’re a girl.”

“Well you do have to admit that you have a pretty impressive set of tools.  I know mechanics that have worked at it for years and who don’t have a set up that good.”

“My stepdad was a Snap On distributor.  The bottom box was a birthday present and I got almost everything else at cost.”

“But why?”

“I always wanted to be a mechanic.”

“So why a business major at a four year school when you could have taken diesel mechanics or some other type of mechanical training at a community college?”

“Because even though I always wanted to be one once I started working as one I found that it didn’t agree with me.  I didn’t like what oil and grease did to my skin and I hate broken nails.  I’ll do my own work, but that’s all.  What I need for you to do is hand me the tools as I need them.  As short as I am I have to stand on this milk crate to work and things will go quicker if I don’t have to keep getting down and then back up.”

I did what she asked and watched as she installed the water pump and all the hoses.  As she threaded the fan clutch onto the shaft and tightened it using an adjustable wrench and a three pound maul I said:

“Maybe I should rethink becoming your dad’s son in law.  As much as I’ve paid for maintenance on my cars it would be nice to have a wife who could do it for me and save me all that money.”

“You wouldn’t like the trade off.”

“Why not?  What would it be?”

“You would have to do the laundry, the ironing, wash the dishes, mop the floors and do the windows because I would be out in the garage.”

“I could probably do most of it, but I’m not sure that you would want me doing the ironing.  Last time I ironed anything I burned a hole in my favorite shirt.”

I watched as she installed the fan shroud and finished up.  She closed the hood and said:

“Now that I’ve got that out of the way what are we going to do for the rest of the day?”

“How about I show you around the town and point out some of the places you will need to know about as a student at State?”

“Works for me.  Let me wash my hands and we can go.”

I showed her around the town and then drove over to the campus and parked.  We got out of the car and took a walking tour and I pointed out the administration building and the buildings that she would have classes in as a business major.”

“Where are the buildings where the engineering classes are held?”

“Why would you want to know that?”

“Because when I go to work for my dad it will help me to know a bit about drafting, hydraulics and electrical systems.”

“I thought you said that you weren’t going to go to work at your father’s company.”

“I said that I wanted to prove myself before going to work there, but I know that realistically I’ll probably end up working there.  The pressure from dad to get me there will be intense, but I want some experience behind me when I finally do give in.”

It was close to five when she said, “You bought me breakfast so how about I buy you dinner?”

I had nothing better to do so I said okay.  She asked me if there were any good barbecue places around so I took her to The Old West Barbecue on Wolfenbarger Road.  Over ribs she asked me why I was so down on women so I told her about Ann, Becky and Fiona.

And then of course I had to ask her why she didn’t trust the male of the species.  Her experiences mirrored mine to a degree.  She had a steady boyfriend and found out he was seeing another girl on the days she couldn’t go out with him.  He was followed by a guy who cheated on her with her ex best friend.  He was followed by a guy who she really cared for right up until she found out that he was only dating her to win a bet.  It was common knowledge among the guys she had dated that she was a virgin and intended to stay one until she married and some of his buddies told him that he was wasting his time if all he wanted to do was bed her.  He bet them a hundred dollars he would bed her by spring break.

“Once I found that out I enticed him into my bedroom, let him get undressed and then I laughed at him and told him that I would never let a penis that small touch my body.  The best part was that I had hidden a video camera in the room and I made sure that all of his friends got a copy of it.”

“Ouch!”

“He deserved it.”

“I’m sure he did.  Remind me to stay on your good side.”

“I don’t have any worries there.  You pretty much have to stay on my good side.  You expect me to be your boss some day right?”

She had me on that one.

“So what are we going to do tomorrow?  What else is there that I have to see?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe places where kids your age hang out.”

“I am not a kid bubba and I don’t usually hang out with people my age.  Most of them are too immature for me.  Where do you hang out?”

“I don’t.”

“What do you do with your free time?”

“I bowl in a men’s house league on Mondays and Thursdays.  I stop for drinks and to shoot pool with some guys from work on Wednesdays and the rest of my time I’m usually in my easy chair with a good book.”

Or spending time with Shirley, but I didn’t tell her that.

“That’s not much of a life.”

“It suits me.’

“You don’t even occasionally date?”

“Nope.  I’ve already told you I’m pretty much soured on the opposite sex.”

“That doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t date and have fun.  Just don’t get emotionally involved.”

“Do you?  I mean given your distrust of the male of the species.”

“Sure I do.  I just avoid getting into relationships,”

Easy for you to say I thought as I looked at her.  I doubted that guys were beating a path to her door.  She could probably look better if she did something with her hair instead of wearing it in that horrible looking bun sitting on the top of her head.  She could get rid of those ugly looking horn rimmed glasses with contacts or Lasik surgery.  Then again maybe those changes wouldn’t help.  It would depend on the body she kept hidden under her baggy clothes.  I wasn’t sure that anything could help her if she were chunky or fat.

She was intelligent, easy to talk to and had a good sense of humor, but I didn’t know any guys and doubted that many existed who would be attracted to a girl because she was intelligent.  Intelligent and decent looking yes, but just intelligent no.

Then I had to give myself a mental slap alongside my head.  I WAS enjoying my time with her.  There was no physical attraction, but we did get along well together.  She said something that I didn’t catch and I said:

“What?”

“I asked if you played golf.”

“I do go out with friends from time to time, but I’m not very good at it.”

“Good.  I like it when I shoot better than whom I’m playing with.  Daddy told me that we have a family membership at Greenbriar.  How about we enjoy a long walk and fresh air tomorrow.  You know; chase the little white ball around?”

“I guess I could do that.”

“Bring your swim trunks.  We can lay around the pool when we come off the course.”

I dropped her off at her house and headed back to my apartment just in time to hear the phone ring.  I answered it and it was Michelle.

“I can get a tee time of 7:20 if we are willing to play with two other members otherwise we won’t be able to get off until around noon.  What do you want to do?”

“Take the early one.  I’ll pick you up around a quarter to seven.”

“See you then.”

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

When I picked her up I wondered if she owned anything other than sweatshirts and baggy pants.

We signed in at the pro shop and met the other two who would make up our foursome.  I was pleasantly surprised to find out that I already knew one of them.  Fred Amesly was one of my clients.  We shook hands and he said that he didn’t know I was a member and I explained how I came to be there and introduced him to Michelle.  The other guy in the foursome was Fred’s son in law Ralph.

We had time for a cup of coffee before the starter paged us and then we were off.  I found out right at the start that I wasn’t in the same class as the other three.  All three of them were straight down the middle and I was off to the right in the rough.  Michelle and Ralph birdied the hole.  Fred made par; I was a double bogie and it went on like that the rest of the eighteen holes.  Michelle was a five over par seventy-seven.  Ralph and Fred were eight over par and I shot my usual hundred and two.  Talk about being embarrassed.

The only good part for me was that I went the eighteen holes without losing a ball and that was a first for me.  Fred told me that he would rag on me for being beaten by a girl “Except for that fact that she beat me too.”  Ralph said he was going to ask Michelle for lessons.  Michelle didn’t hear any of the talk because she had gone to the women’s locker room to change and she told me that she would meet me at the pool.

Fred and Ralph left and I went to the locker room to change.  When I got to the pool I looked around and didn’t see Michelle so I found a lounge chair and sat down on it only to hear:

“What’s the matter?  You too good to sit with me or are you just ashamed because I waxed your ass?”

I looked over and saw a sight that almost took my breath away.  The bun was gone and the hair was in a pony tail that hung down to the middle of her back.  The horn rimmed glasses were gone and the baggy pants and sweatshirt had been replaced by three tiny pieces of yellow material that left damned little to the imagination.  Why she went out of the way to hide that magnificent body was a question that begged to be asked.

:Excuse me, but do I know you?”

“Very funny.”

“No it isn’t.  The way you look right now is one hundred and eighty degrees from the way you looked the last two days.  The only way I know you are Michelle is from the sound of your voice.  Care to tell me what is going on?”

“You won’t like it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I prejudged you and it will probably piss you off.”

“Why would you prejudge me?”

“Just the way daddy told me that he had lined up a guy for me made me think bad thoughts.  Some asshole only doing it to suck up to daddy and maybe see a way to marry into the business.  I was partly right.  You were honest when you told me that you were trying to stay in the good graces of daddy and get on the good side of me.  If you were the type of guy to try and get ahead by seducing the boss’s daughter I thought I would make myself less appealing.  Then if you did come on to me I’d know for sure that you were an asshole.

“You let me know about your distrust of females right up front and over the last two days you’ve shown me that you are an alright guy so I decided that I could go back and be me.”

“I may not be too trusting of the opposite sex, but I’m still a male and putting a package like that in front of me is just plain wrong.  You had to know it would tempt me.”

She smiled and said, “What did you expect me to do when you laid down that challenge in front of me?”

“What challenge?”

“You told me that you didn’t trust the female of the species and so I have to prove to you that you can.  I have to show you that you had the misfortune to get three bad apples in a row.”

“Why would you even think of trying to change my mind?  As I remember that conversation you told me that you don’t trust men any more than I trust women.”

“True, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve given up on them.  I have lots of friends who are in good relationships and if they could find a good man so can I if I keep trying.  I’ve heard it said that you might have to kiss a few frogs before you find your prince.  So what are we going to do next?”

“Why ask me?  The deal is that I’m supposed to show you around.  Where do you want to go?  What do you want to see?”

“I haven’t been to a movie in ages.  Maybe after I work on my tan for a while we can catch a bite to eat here and then catch a movie.  Okay with you?”

I told her that it would work for me and that’s what we did and it set the tone of our relationship.  Maybe twice a week and at least one weekend day for the next month Mickey had something that she wanted to see or do and I got the call to be of service.

++++++++++++++++++++++

It was the end of the fourth week and we had just left the Museum of Natural History.  Mickey asked me to take her to The Stage Stop which was a restaurant a little ways out of town.  As we were driving toward the place she asked:

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then why haven’t you tried to kiss me?”

“Probably because I didn’t want to get slapped.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you don’t trust guys any more than I trust girls.”

“I thought we had already gotten that conversation out of the way that day at Greenbriar.  Are you going to go through the rest of your life never taking a chance at finding something worth having?”

“Probably not but who knows; maybe I might.”

“I know you have some interest in me because I’ve seen your pants tent when you look at me.”

Which was true.  After the bikini episode at the country club she had started to dress to show off the package and I do have to admit that it was one hell of a sexy package.  I was seeing Shirley a lot more often since Mickey started showing off the goods in better wrappings.  I just glanced over at her and said:

“I won’t deny that you are one very sexy looking lady, but you are off limits to me.”

“Why in the hell would you say that?”

“Because you are the boss’s daughter.”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

“Remember back when we first met and you told me that you probably wouldn’t be coming to work at your dad’s company?  The reason you gave was that you didn’t want people saying that you were moving up in the company because of favoritism instead of ability.  It is the same with me.  I don’t want it said that my moving up is because I’m tight with the owner’s daughter.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“No more so than your fear.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me bubba.  Are you going to tell me that you would turn me away if I threw myself at you?”

“Why would you throw yourself at me?  You don’t even know me that well.”

“I know you a lot better than you think I do.  My dad thinks highly of you and I trust his judgment.  We’ve spent a lot of time together this last month and I’ve learned to trust you.  I’ve never spent more than a week with a guy that he didn’t try to get me in the sack, but you have gone a month without even trying for a kiss.  And again, I do know that the interest is there because I can see it.

I was torn.  When I had picked her up she was wearing CFMs with a four inch heel and a mini-skirt and she was correct in that the sight had given me a woodie.  Sitting next to me in the car the mini-skirt rode up allowing me to see an astonishing amount of well turned leg and I was sprouting wood.  But I was serious in that I didn’t want my advancement in the company to be seen as the result of a relationship with the owner’s daughter.

Dinner was good and our conversation was general in nature.  I asked about her classes and how she was doing and she wanted to know  how the expansion at the plant was coming along.  I wondered at that.  As much as she talked about not wanting to go to work at her dad’s company she sure did ask me a lot about what was going on there.

After dinner and a couple of drinks at Bud’s Bar I drove her home and as I parked in front of her house she looked over at me and said:

“I think that it is time to take this to the next level” and she slid over next to me and said:

“Kiss me Robert.”

I gave her a peck on the lips and she said, “I said KISS me Robert” and she took my head in her hands and laid a scorcher on me.  When she pushed her tongue in my mouth I gave up the fight and responded.  It turned into one of the hottest make out sessions I’d ever experienced.  When she finally pulled away to go into the house she said:

“You show promise Robert.  We will need to work on it.”

I walked her to her door and she kissed me again and asked, “Will I see you again to morrow?”

“If you would like.”

“I would Rob; I really would.”

“I’ll call you” I said and she kissed me again and went into the house.

I did call and the next day we had dinner and took in a show.  That led to several dates and a month later Mickey was on my bed crying out “Oh yes!”  Three months later we were engaged to be married and that is when things started to get complicated.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

When Mickey told her father that I had proposed and that she had accepted he called me into his office one day at work.

“I know what a fine man you are Rob and I’ll be glad to have you as a son in law.  I know that you will treat my baby right, but there is one little matter that has to be taken care of before the nuptials.  I have to ask you to sign a prenuptial agreement.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.”

“I didn’t think that you would.”

He took a document out of his desk drawer and slid it across the desk to me.  I picked it up and said:

“I’ll have my attorney go over it and then get it back to you.”

When I got back to my office I sat down and read the document and I thought that it seemed a little one sided to me.  The way I read it the only one protected by it was Mickey.  I called my dad and he called his best friend John who was the family attorney and got me an appointment to see him.

John checked out the document and told me that it was completely one sided and that if the marriage ended for any reason whatsoever I would be totally screwed.  He made some suggestions and I told him to go ahead and make the changes.  The next day I picked up the papers and called Mickey and asked her to meet me at my bank and when she asked what for I told her that many of the bank employees were notaries and they could witness our signatures when we signed the prenuptial agreement.

“What prenuptial agreement?”

“The one your dad said that I’d have to sign before we got married.”

“I don’t know anything about a pre-nup and I’m not signing anything until I know what it is about.  We can talk about it tonight.”

“I bowl tonight.”

“Then we can discuss it tomorrow.  That will give me time to talk to daddy and see what is behind this.”

When I went over to her house the next evening is when everything went to shit.

“My dad gave me a copy and I guess it is okay.  When do you want to meet with a notary?”

“I’ve made some changes to the document he gave me to sign.  You need to read it before we sign.”

I gave her the reworked document and she read it.  I could see her frowning as she read and then she said:

“What the hell is this crap?”

“What?”

“We haven’t even set the date for the wedding yet and you are already talking about adultery and infidelity?  I’m not signing this!”

“Why not?  There is nothing wrong with it.  It is more even handed than the one you dad came up with and you were willing to sign that one.”

“Well I’m not signing this piece of shit!”

“And I’m not signing the totally one sided one that your father drew up.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Of course I trust you or I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me.”

“Then what is with this prenuptial crap?”

“Your father is the one insisting on it not me.”

“He explained it to me and his makes perfect sense.  All his does is keep the business in the family.”

“No that isn’t all that his does.  According to his version if the marriage ends for any reason whatsoever you keep everything.  Any reason at all Mick.  My fault, your fault, nobody’s fault; I walk away with nothing.  My version exempts the family business from any settlements brought on because of divorce and it ensures that the division of the remaining assets is equal except in the case of infidelity.  In the case of infidelity the offending party leaves with only what they brought into the marriage.  It is a fair and even handed approach.”

“Well I’m not signing it” she said as she tore it in half and threw it at me.  “As far as I’m concerned there is nothing wrong with the one my dad showed me and that’s the one I’ll sign.”

“You may see nothing wrong with it, but I won’t sign it as it is.”

“Then I guess there isn’t any need to pick a date for the wedding since there isn’t going to be one.”

“If that is your choice so be it” I said as I got up and headed for the door.

“Where are you going” Mickey asked and I didn’t answer.  “Come back here Ro…” and the door closed behind me cutting off the rest of what she was saying.

When I got home the light on the answering machine was blinking and the counter showed that there were five messages.  I hit the play button and the first message was from Michelle.  “How dare you…” and I skipped to the next message.  All five were from Michelle and I deleted them all without listening to them and then I unplugged the phone and went to bed.

++++++++++++++++++++++

I didn’t feel like fixing my own breakfast in the morning so I left my place a little early and stopped at a Denny’s to get a bite to eat.  As I drove into work I thought over the conversation with Michelle.  She was perfectly willing to sign an agreement that gave me nothing, but refused to sign one that covered us equally.  I had to wonder about that.  The more I thought about it the more sure I was that if a prenup was going to be required for the wedding to take place it was going to be mine.

I was not surprised when I got to work to be called to come see Hank in his office.  I walked in and he waved me to a seat and then he went right to it.

“I understand that you and Mickey had words last night.”

“We did.”

“Care to bring me up to speed on it?”

“I took the prenup you gave me to my attorney and had him look it over.  He told me that it was entirely one sided and suggested some changes that would give me some protection also.  I had him make the changes and I called Mickey and asked her to meet me so we could sign and have our signatures notarized and she said she didn’t know anything about it and wouldn’t sign anything until she knew what it was. I’m guessing she talked to you and you explained it to her.

“Last night she told me she had read your document and wanted to know when we could meet with a notary.  I told her I’d made some changes to the document and suggested that she read it first.  She read it and blew up on me.  She told me that she would never it.”

“You made changes to it?  Why?”

“My attorney pointed out that it was totally one sided in favor of Mickey.  A divorce for any reason whatsoever would give her everything and me nothing.  I had my attorney change it to give me equal protection and Mickey said that she would never sign it the way I had it written and I told her that I would never sign the one you gave me.”

“I don’t understand.  What was wrong with mine?”

“The way it was worded it gave Mickey everything in case of a divorce and I got nothing.”

“I didn’t write it.  My lawyer wrote it.  I remembered what I went through when Michelle’s mother and I divorced so I told him I wanted to make sure that Michelle didn’t end up losing part of the company in a divorce.  He wrote it up and gave it to me and I didn’t bother reading it.  I guess maybe I should have, but I’ve always trusted Avery to look out for my best interests so I didn’t bother to check it out.  What changes did you make?”

I told him and he said, “That sounds fair to me.  What didn’t Michelle like about it?”  I told him and he just shook his head and then asked:

“So what now?”

“I don’t have a clue boss.  Things were a little heated between us when I left to go home.  So much so that I unplugged my phone to keep from talking to her.”

I went back to my office and my secretary handed me a bunch of message slips.  Four were from Michelle and I tossed them into the trash.  Any talking we did would be after I’d cooled down since her “No need to pick a date for the wedding” was still on my mind.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Some times when you have weighty thoughts on your mind you forget the simple things.  Things like when your dad owns the business you have easy access to the place.  My office door opened at eleven-twenty and Michelle walked in.  Before she was six inches into the room she said:

“Why aren’t you taking my calls?”

“Why should I?  After you ended our engagement why would I want to waste time talking to you?”

“I did no such thing!”

“You damned sure did.  You flat out said there was no more need to pick a date for the wedding since there wouldn’t be one.  To me that meant that the engagement was off.  You were absolutely clear on the fact that you would not sign my version of the prenuptial agreement and I will not sign the one your father came up with.”

“I told you why I wouldn’t sign yours.”

“Yes you did and I have to wonder why.  What you found objectionable was the infidelity clause and that got me to thinking.  Why would you object to that?  The only reason that I could come up with is that you figured somewhere down the line you might feel like straying and having a fling or two and you didn’t want to be financially penalized if you got caught.”

“That’s a rotten thing to say.  I never realized that you were such an asshole.”

“Whatever” I said as I looked at my watch and stood up.  “I have to meet a customer for lunch” and I walked by her and out of the office.

When I got back from lunch I found Michelle’s engagement ring sitting on my desk pad.  I shrugged as I mentally thought that my luck with women was staying true to form.

+++++++++++++++++++++

The next three years went by and I continued to rise at work.  By my sixth year working for Hank I was Vice President of Marketing.  Michelle had graduated with her degree in Business Management and much to Hank’s displeasure had gone to work for another company.  I told him to get over it because she would eventually come to work for him.

Michelle and I had minimal contact, but when we did run into each other we were civil (but only just).  Michelle married, but it only lasted a year before ending in divorce.  Rumor had it that infidelity was involved, but rumor wasn’t clear as to who was the guilty party.  She married again and that one lasted two years before ending in divorce, but I never knew the reason.

For my part I never married and I continued to see Shirley for my needs.  I once jokingly told her that as much as I saw her maybe we should just get married.  She laughed and said:

“We could, but only if you want a slut for a wife.  I like variety too much to settle for only one cock.”

At least she was up front and honest about it.

After three years at her other job Michelle resigned and came to work for her father.  She went into Sales so she wasn’t in my section, but the fact that she had come into the company changed things for me.  I was under no illusions as to who would eventually take Hank’s spot when he decided to retire and given our history I just could not see myself working for Michelle.

I told Hank that I could see the handwriting on the wall and that I was going to start looking for other opportunities.  He told me that he understood where I was coming from, but he couldn’t afford to lose me.

“Not only do I heavily depend on you, but I need you here when Mickey eventually does move into my spot.  She is going to need dependable people working here.”

“I’m sorry boss, but I just can’t see it working.”

“What if I sweeten the pot?”

“What do you mean?”

“Instead of a year end bonus I give you ten percent of the company stock and a ten year employment contract?”

“Ten percent?  Who do I have to kill?”

“Just don’t leave the company.  Mouse is smart enough to grow into the job, but she is going to need a guiding hand and a steadying influence.”

“You are taking it for granted that she will listen to me and I’m not as certain of that as you seem to be.”

“Give my little girl some credit Rob.  This place is going to be her livelihood and she is not going to do anything to screw it up and she is smart enough to consider any advice she gets.”

I did agree to stay and Hank did give me ten percent of the company.  I figured I had at least five years before I would have to face working for Michelle.

I was wrong.

To be continued.