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.
