Anderson were trying to hook up a married man.
But the cats soon distracted her again as they scattered, some even climbing onto the equipment to avoid capture. Brie noticed a fluffy white Persian sitting primly on a spanking bench, licking its paw as if it didn’t have a care in the world. Ms. Clark tried unsuccessfully to sneak up on the beast, but her high heels gave her away. The moment she was close enough to grab it, the cat jumped down dismissively and disappeared under the bondage table.
Finally, the man who had let the cats in managed to catch one standing on the top of a St. Andrew’s cross. He held it up proudly for all to see.
“Good job, Nathan,” Master Anderson called out.
The man walked to the door, struggling to hold on to the squirming creature. When he opened the door to throw it out, three more cats ran in to take its place.
Mr. Larson shook his head, smiling for the first time. “Herding cats? You can’t be serious, Mr. Anderson.”
“What?” Master Anderson asked innocently, holding two mewing kittens in his muscular arms.
Larson raised his eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face.
Master Anderson handed the tiny felines over to Ms. Clark and pointed at him. “I knew I liked you for a reason.” He reached out to take the tabby from Mr. Larson’s hands, before whistling loudly.
A new door opened and, as if by magic, the cats headed towards it. When Master Anderson set the tabby down to follow its comrades, the feline rubbed against Mr. Larson’s dark pants leg, leaving a patch of white-and-orange fur to mark its territory.
Before it left, Mr. Larson bent to give it one last ear-rub with his large but gentle hand, almost making Brie want to purr herself. To his credit, he didn’t even attempt to brush the fur from his once-impeccable suit.
Turning her gaze toward the retreating cats, Brie nearly lost it when the Persian sauntered past Ms. Clark, its head held high in a dismissive manner as it strolled towards the door.
Master Anderson crossed his arms, staring intently at the group of investors as the door closed with a resounding clang. “This was simply my way of illustrating how investing can be a lot like herding cats unless you know what you’re doing. This Academy is growing, and will continue to grow at a steady rate with the right person heading it. You may think that you came tonight to decide whether this is the right investment for you, but you’d be only partially correct. I will not hand over this business unless I feel confident that you are worthy to own this training center.”
“Well played, Mr. Anderson,” Mr. Larson replied, clapping his hands slowly in admiration. Brie joined in the applause with everyone else, impressed by the meaning behind his little stunt.
It was easy to see that Master Anderson had won them over with his unconventional methods, and he was peppered with questions as he led them to a meeting room to lay out the numbers in black and white.
Master Anderson was absolutely brilliant, so that by the time he’d finished, many of the investors had voiced interest in becoming the new owner of the Academy of Denver. Brie noticed, however, that one investor kept glancing at the door. It appeared that Mr. Larson was far more interested in a certain red-headed trainee within the walls of the Academy than in Gunnar Larson’s financial future.
Brie gave Master Anderson a slight bow of her head when he looked in her direction, wanting to show her gratitude at being included in the evening’s events.
It had been exactly what her heart needed.
A Good Day
B rie arrived home late from the Academy and knew the day ahead was going to be brutal. Still, she faithfully wrote to Sir in her journal, adding a brief fantasy rather than challenging herself with a toy. She hoped Sir would not only understand but employ it at some future date.
The Intruder
I’m woken by a strong hand covering my mouth.
“Don’t scream, otherwise I’ll have to hurt
But the cats soon distracted her again as they scattered, some even climbing onto the equipment to avoid capture. Brie noticed a fluffy white Persian sitting primly on a spanking bench, licking its paw as if it didn’t have a care in the world. Ms. Clark tried unsuccessfully to sneak up on the beast, but her high heels gave her away. The moment she was close enough to grab it, the cat jumped down dismissively and disappeared under the bondage table.
Finally, the man who had let the cats in managed to catch one standing on the top of a St. Andrew’s cross. He held it up proudly for all to see.
“Good job, Nathan,” Master Anderson called out.
The man walked to the door, struggling to hold on to the squirming creature. When he opened the door to throw it out, three more cats ran in to take its place.
Mr. Larson shook his head, smiling for the first time. “Herding cats? You can’t be serious, Mr. Anderson.”
“What?” Master Anderson asked innocently, holding two mewing kittens in his muscular arms.
Larson raised his eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face.
Master Anderson handed the tiny felines over to Ms. Clark and pointed at him. “I knew I liked you for a reason.” He reached out to take the tabby from Mr. Larson’s hands, before whistling loudly.
A new door opened and, as if by magic, the cats headed towards it. When Master Anderson set the tabby down to follow its comrades, the feline rubbed against Mr. Larson’s dark pants leg, leaving a patch of white-and-orange fur to mark its territory.
Before it left, Mr. Larson bent to give it one last ear-rub with his large but gentle hand, almost making Brie want to purr herself. To his credit, he didn’t even attempt to brush the fur from his once-impeccable suit.
Turning her gaze toward the retreating cats, Brie nearly lost it when the Persian sauntered past Ms. Clark, its head held high in a dismissive manner as it strolled towards the door.
Master Anderson crossed his arms, staring intently at the group of investors as the door closed with a resounding clang. “This was simply my way of illustrating how investing can be a lot like herding cats unless you know what you’re doing. This Academy is growing, and will continue to grow at a steady rate with the right person heading it. You may think that you came tonight to decide whether this is the right investment for you, but you’d be only partially correct. I will not hand over this business unless I feel confident that you are worthy to own this training center.”
“Well played, Mr. Anderson,” Mr. Larson replied, clapping his hands slowly in admiration. Brie joined in the applause with everyone else, impressed by the meaning behind his little stunt.
It was easy to see that Master Anderson had won them over with his unconventional methods, and he was peppered with questions as he led them to a meeting room to lay out the numbers in black and white.
Master Anderson was absolutely brilliant, so that by the time he’d finished, many of the investors had voiced interest in becoming the new owner of the Academy of Denver. Brie noticed, however, that one investor kept glancing at the door. It appeared that Mr. Larson was far more interested in a certain red-headed trainee within the walls of the Academy than in Gunnar Larson’s financial future.
Brie gave Master Anderson a slight bow of her head when he looked in her direction, wanting to show her gratitude at being included in the evening’s events.
It had been exactly what her heart needed.
A Good Day
B rie arrived home late from the Academy and knew the day ahead was going to be brutal. Still, she faithfully wrote to Sir in her journal, adding a brief fantasy rather than challenging herself with a toy. She hoped Sir would not only understand but employ it at some future date.
The Intruder
I’m woken by a strong hand covering my mouth.
“Don’t scream, otherwise I’ll have to hurt
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