3 A Voluntary Surrender of Rights
Chapter3
Punishing Greg did something for Veronica. She grew in confidence about expressing what she wanted of him. It did something for Greg too; it showed him that she wanted this too. It was clear the next morning. As they had breakfast the next morning Veronica gave Greg a permission letter with an instruction to pay for the horses and get a vet to take the blood samples he wanted.
"Mistress? Where do I put the horses when I've bought them?" Greg asked as she finished that instruction.
"Find them a stable nearby, I want to learn to ride."
"A racehorse is not a good idea to learn on. Even if it was a crappy racehorse. The horse will pick up that you don't know and do its own thing. I could buy two much more placid and nice ponies to learn on and when you get onto a race horse you have the knowhow to control it."
Veronica could see the sense in that.
"Yes you have a point. How many stables do you know about in this region? One of my patients is a flat race jockey. There must be enough stables in the area."
"There are. Uhm; could I investigate along the lines of the three at Mistress Angelica's further while I'm finding a stable?"
"I want a breakdown of the case ready for my dad and his friends, they are aching to dig into something, have by tomorrow."
"Yes mistress. Uhm Mistress? Could I give you that bank account detail I set aside for us please?"
"Why is it urgent to you?"
Veronica was curious about this. Just the fact that he had set money aside showed how far ahead of her he was. Angelica had warned of this and that he could easily end up trying to dominate from the bottom. She wanted to avoid this.
"Because it's essentially cash and I could easily use it for other things like buy you a nicer car."
Veronica considered her little hatchback, a nicer car would be most welcome. She heard something else in what he was saying too. He was expressing confidence in her.
"That money will be gone Slave. I will not allow you to ever ask any questions about it or to even mention it again."
"Yes Mistress."
"Where is this account then?"
Greg took an envelope out of a drawer in the kitchen. Inside were the account details, the card, the pin number for the card. She contemplated that the details for a twenty thousand dollar cash account had been in a kitchen drawer that hookers came through on a daily basis. It either meant that the hookers were incredibly trust worthy or that it was so minor to him that he could lose it and not mind. She looked in the drawer, there were ten other envelopes, all blank. On her envelope was written two words: Project Happiness.
"The others are available too, intended to quickly buy something important like time." He said.
"Time?"
"The first thing anybody, government is not unique in this, does when they gun for a person is check the money. So give ten cards out with instructions to use them and suddenly the guys tracking need to sort through several decoys before figuring out where I am."
"I thought the first thing to do is to use cash."
"Paying for hotels, firearms, cars, or electronics with bank notes is a remarkable event these days and will in its own way send up red flags."
Veronica thought about that, the movies had it so wrong.
"I want nicer car. I'll shop for one. You buy it."
True Angelica's word she sent Veronica a complete recording of what she and Greg spoke about. Veronica listened as Greg actually spoke about difficulties in finding places to take veronica on a date. He just could not go into clubs with heavy music with drums and flashing lights. According to him it looked exactly like mortar barrages at night and he knew he would go berserk. Angelica listened patiently and kicked his ass. He was the slave, he needed to speak to his owner and if she wished to go, she was perfectly entitled to leave him at home.
This brought thoughts to Veronica's mind. Thoughts about having another man, she decided that that was not something she really wanted. She had not said no to her ex being their bitch boy just to be rid of him, Greg was her man and the only dick in her home. A girlfriend; that was another story, and Greg had no problem with that. He had dressed her ex up as a girl for a reason that had nothing to do with the humiliation the guy went through. It had been a statement, it had been a statement for her too. She had been angry about not knowing who the other girl in Greg's car had been; not that there had been another girl. Both had indicated that they would consider a threesome on their survey answers, agreeing that two girls might be a thing.
She was thinking of this when the accountant she had appointed to give her some idea of Greg's true income came to see her with a quick assessment. In terms of expendable income Greg hovered around four hundred thousand dollars per month. This was money he received, paid tax on, and was in one of half a dozen cash accounts he used regularly. The accountant was somewhat shocked at this. She was a regular at the bar and had never thought of Greg as having that kind of money.
She was one of few women who had drinks at the bar regularly who had not tried to seduce Greg. Her words had been that she had no desire to need to mother and cheerlead a man who lived from hand to mouth. In fact she had speculated that Greg probably sold things like ozone machines in mall displays or tried making it with multilevel marketing. Now she was desperately trying to get this business, a passive income of three million per year meant at least sixty million in investments. It was growing too because she could see money flowing into other investments. She had just got the bank statements to give Veronica a briefing about what their household budget was and understood that her only way into any of this business was Veronica.
Veronica was having none of it. Greg had paid her to audit his last year's income and sort tax issues out, giving instruction that it should be reported to Veronica. So the audit was done, now tax issues remained. Veronica told the accountant that and sent her on her way.
She went to check the account Greg had given her and sat in the bar at lunch time thinking about the money. He had indeed started the account with twenty five thousand dollars but two more payments had come in from other bank accounts which brought the balance up to forty three thousand. She thought about how to use it. They were in New Bern, an out of the way town where the fetish store really was not well stocked with good quality merchandise. The next place was Jacksonville near Angelica. She wondered if Angelica's counseling fees would come out of this; then realized that it didn't matter because Gregory was investing in them. He would invest more that was a guarantee, what he needed was for her to tell him how to invest in them, money was the easy part.
At the same time Greg was having lunch at the golf club with Janice and the committee. That Greg would be voted onto the board on Wednesday night was obvious. The outgoing board was briefing him about the club situation which was not good. The New Bern Country Club was the immediate competition and had the members who could afford the higher fees. They were on the other side of town, less spectacular, less well funded, and in financial trouble. They operated on a piece of land that was part of what had been a large farm. They occupied maybe a tenth of the land, paying rent. They had housing and business development on two sides and the landowner was looking to sell the land to developers. Water on a third side and land allowed to go wild on the fourth made the golf course the easiest and quickest to develop.
Greg looked at the remnants of the board sitting around the table. The chairman had given up trying to save the club, the secretary was not up to the fight; the club captain was more interested in strict adherence to the rules than in what the club was to the members. Janice, the treasurer was passionate and loved the club but was good at the books and had no real idea of how to fight this. The three other members; minor in the direction of the club aside from a committee vote and crucial to the daily management were more concerned for their jobs right now.
"How much can the club raise? How much is the entire property worth? I mean the whole thing; not just the club grounds." Greg asked.
"We can raise maybe two hundred thousand. The whole farm? About five million dollars?"
"Right Janice; let's save our club. Without spending money."
Greg called the landowner. He made an arrangement to meet him for drinks at the end of the day with the whole club puzzled at how he was going to do this. Veronica's father had been there as had a few other members, and called her about it. That meeting had been held in the clubhouse restaurants and the club situation was not entirely secret. Although the scale of trouble had staggered the members who heard. What was clear to Veronica was that nobody doubted that he would do it. The question was whether he would do it legally.
Veronica was meeting Greg at the bar for drinks after work anyway; where the meeting would happen and agreed to keep an eye on Greg for the club to avoid legal trouble. She got to the bar after work to find Greg sitting at a table outside. He had already ordered her favorite and stood up to kiss her on the cheek and hold the chair for her. Veronica took a quick breath to realize that all the regulars were watching and taking note that she and Greg were now an item. The landowner arrived soon after with his wife and shook Greg's hand, clearly expecting to be begged.
Greg introduced Veronica first and greeted the landowner's wife putting his most educated Scottish voice on. She asked and he said that he was from Loch Drummond and from Kinloch. He gave a little geography lesson as to where each was in Scotland and was interrupted by the landowner who realized Greg would charm her panties off given time. Veronica herself was intrigued, not at all worried that Greg would look to seduce the woman. It had been a deliberate tactic by Greg because the guy was now worried about something other than saying no to the golf club.
"I'm going to sell that land, I'm just waiting for zoning permission." He said decisively.
"No you're not. I can instruct that lawyer there right now to apply for an interdict on the grounds that the property is home to an endangered species of owl, frog, fish, insect. Any one of these by federal law means that all movement on the property stops until the EPA comes and has a look. Now I know one of these is on that farm already. So they will find more. Do you know what happens then?"
The landowner sat still and glared at Greg.
"Then the real legal battle starts." He said with anger.
"Noooo! Long before anything gets to court the EPA need to do a survey. They check the water for banned pesticides, the land for banned fertilizers, they have to do a study you see. To establish whether it's worthwhile turning that property into a park. That takes about five years in which you can do nothing with that property. The EPA will also start investigating environmental pollution and track down where it starts. Then take legal steps against the polluter...'
"Fuck You."
