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The Bridge Ch 09 Shot Across The Bow

The Bridge Ch 09 Shot Across The Bow

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The Bridge -- Chapter Nine -- A Shot Across the Bow

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author.

This work has been a slow burn, but it's heating up. It will, at times, contain instances of motherhood, intrigue, interracial sex, lesbianism, romance and affection. There are also instances of Dominance and submission, double penetration and a fair amount of heroism and family love, fun and marital friction.

Given the contents of this chapter, it's in the Interracial Love category, but has spent time in the Lesbian Sex and Romance categories and will probably move around if it progresses. In a chapter or two, I will be posting in the Non-Consent category, then watch out. I'll get there if enough people like and comment. There is more than sex by reference in this chapter. In time, there will be more orgasms, and some pretty rough sex. There's also an adventure ahead if you are willing to take it.

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A Shot Across the Bow

Friday was finally here, and we had a full plate. The principals from the Milton Mills Agency were coming for lunch and Bertha wanted to make it special, so it would be shitake mushroom steaks and sauteed onion on her homemade rolls, mashed potatoes, with an Israeli salad. I helped her in the kitchen as the kids were in school and I had already done my prep for the meeting. Holly was upstairs in the office dotting her i's and crossing her t's.

Today, or more precisely, tonight was Holly's date night with Peace Dunbar, and she did her best to avoid me. She was skittish all morning, and I was hoping she would back out at the last minute and tell him to go fuck himself. That just was not going to happen. I could tell by her demeanor. All morning, she was humming and dancing around the house as if she was expecting a special treat to come her way. It put me in a foul mood, but I put on my best face and went on with my day.

Dex and Sandy pulled up our driveway between eleven thirty and twelve and we went out to greet them, with the kids in tow. Their daughter, Sable, was with them and she embraced the kids. Especially the girls. Her parents wanted her to just get some good clean (as clean as it gets these days) country air, so they brought her along. Sable, or Sabella, as her father called her, had her mother's auburn hair and her father's big brown eyes. And beautiful as the day is long. She is a fine young lady, and we were pleased to meet her. She works with her parents, so she would be a part of our meeting as well.

We gave them the grand tour, starting with the outside grounds and the Farm. As the girls continued to play with Sable, we took her parents for a tour of the inside of our house. I carried my Georgie with me the whole time. They were very impressed. I told them that the Barrys get the credit as we made very few modifications to the house since we moved in. We lingered at the office and after a few moments, my supercell rang in. It was Bertha. Lunch was ready, so we headed downstairs to the dining room.

When we got downstairs, the kids were set up in the kitchen and Bertha had them under control. Sable was sitting at the table, waiting for us. We all sat down. I sat next to Holly, not as a show of unity, but because I just didn't want to look her in the face. She did not appear to have a problem with that. "Table rules." I said. "No work talk during lunch. We have plenty of time afterwards to get the business done." I got no objections, and Bertha served one of her gems. Everybody loved the meal, and Sandy asked Bertha for her mushroom recipe. "You should get her Mushroom Mashed Potato recipe, too. It's incredible."

Bertha heard that as she was removing dishes from the table. "Thank you, ma'am. I have the recipes stored in my supercell. I'll get your number from Hannah and send them to you."

Cassandra licked her lips and thanked Bertha for her kindness. "I expect our business today will take between an hour and two hours. Let's get started." We guided the three of them back to the office. Each of the couple had a briefcase, and Dex took over the meeting right away. "I know everyone works digitally these days, but I still like a hard copy for meetings such as this."

They both pulled a wad of documents out of their briefcases, and Sandy started the presentation. "We are going to address three items at this meeting; the schedule, the people and sponsors we are hoping to take part, and goals and next steps we will be taking. Sable?"

"Yes. Mom and dad tell me we have until May to get this together. In my experience, that should be plenty of time to put together a first-class tournament. Here is a copy of the itinerary, as we propose it."

She handed each of us an itinerary and we looked it over as Cassandra prepared to review it with us. It was a multi-page document that gave the timeline of what had to be done until the day of the event. They gave us both approximate dates and date ranges on which to complete each task. We discussed it and made a few changes and suggestions. As Sandy conducted the review, Sable marked up her copy of the timeline. I was feeling under control so far.

The next item was a list of potential sponsors and tournament participants they were proposing. I skipped the sponsor list and went right to the participants. As I read down the fairly long list, there were names I didn't recognize, but many I did. Mostly performers, such as Andrea Delight, the singer, and lots of active athletes, Like my favorite Eagle, Boo Boo Baker. I took my time reading down the list until my eyes stopped on a name I didn't want to see. Peace Dunbar. Yeah, the same Peace Dunbar that's going to take my wife out tonight and fuck her. Quickly, he was becoming enemy number one. Now I had to convince Holly of this. She already had a thing for him. What's going to happen tonight? Well, I'll just have to deal with that tomorrow. But as soon as my eyes left Dunbar's name, I steered them directly at Holly, until she lifted her head and looked at me. I did my best to remain expressionless and as soon as her eyes caught mine; she looked back down at the list. No doubt about it. She saw the name.

"Sandy, I'd like some time to hold on to this list and review it in my own way before you act on contacting any of these people."

"Oh my. We've actually contacted some of them. The ones we contacted end with an asterisk to denote that they have been contacted."

I looked down and Peace Dunbar's name did not have an asterisk. I looked through all the pages of documents as if no name in particular had caught my attention and let her know it was fine, but from here on in I want to finish my review before anyone else was contacted. She was all good with that. "The ones that have been asterisked are fine. If you want to continue pursuing them, feel free."

With that, I expected I nipped Dunbar in the bud. Yeah, right.

"Excellent," Dex said as he took over the meeting. We spent an hour talking goals and resources available to us. The logo they were using at their initial presentation was unacceptable to both Holly and me. It was just too plain. It had no feeling, no life; so we brought it up. Being the pros they are, they were ready for it. Sandy turned her laptop to us with several potential logos, one after the other. Most of them were nothing special, but there was one that caught both my eye and Holly's. Across the top it said Jane Amherst Invitational and below that was the drawing of a woman who looked suspiciously like Jane, holding a baby in her arms. As soon as we said that it was the one we liked, Sandy was pulling a piece of paper out of her briefcase. It was the logo. It was the one they liked, too.

"Sandy, can you guys have shirts made up for us? You know, as part of advertising for the tournament."

"That's my department," Sable said, "What would you like? Color, size and quantity."

"Excellent. Let's do a hundred tee shirts and fifty sweatshirts. Holly?"

"Yeah. I think that should be a good start. So, does that mean this is going to be our official logo? It's very different from the Bridge House logo. Shouldn't we integrate that in somehow before we make the logo official?"

Cassandra waved her hand as if to brush it off. "Nothing has to be official until we say it's official. We can start out with an unofficial logo preliminarily and change it anywhere along the way. The key is to not buy a lot of stuff you have to get rid of until you know where it's going. Gabeesh?"

"Excellent," I said. "Put that order in ASAP. I know where most of those are going, anyway. Can you take care of colors and sizes?"

"Done." said Sable. "Children's sizes as well?"

"Make twenty in children's sizes."

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"Got it."

We spent another forty-five minutes working on our next steps. And that Cassandra, she just wouldn't let go of one thing. George Barry's Rolodex. "So, Hannah, have you made any progress going through George Sr.'s contacts? I'm sure it's a prime source of people who would be a draw. You know those jocks are the key to our success."

"I'm sorry, Cass, but I really haven't. I'll attend to it in the next week or so. Is that okay?"

"Sure. It's just that momentum is on our side and while it is, we ought to grab it and run. That's when stuff really gets done. Holly, I hope you will work harder at motivating her."

Holly blushed and still looked away from me. "I'll do my best, but Hannah is very strong willed. And I never forget that she's the boss. She may be little, and she may be soft spoken, but..." And she looked right at me. "She's always the boss." I looked back at her and for the first time today, we both smiled at each other. But it didn't last. Before the meeting broke, Sandy had one more thing to say.

"One other order of business that I found very interesting that can really work out for us. A retired football player and his group came to me a short time ago and told us they were hoping to bring a large group of big-name players to a golf tournament. I immediately thought of you. This group can potentially be the icing on the cake and give you the numbers you want from this event. And it can propel you into the future and make this a really big annual event. I know you have this aversion to athletes, but I would recommend we pursue this possibility. At least we should explore it."

"Does this group have a name and who is this football player?"

"I don't think the group has a formal name, but the gentleman's name is Peace Dunbar. He spent his last two seasons as a pro with the Eagles, his last season being the year we won the National Conference Championship but lost in the Super Bowl. He's been a bit of a local item, and he does the tour of athletes around town, which keeps his name out there. And he knows how to drop a name, so his Rolodex is filled with goodies. And he's charming as hell. I'm surprised you don't know him. He says he was a good friend of George Barry's."

Well, I was fuming through this whole revelation. Not at Cassandra and Dexter, but at Holly and especially at Peace. I'd thought he was coming for us before. But now it's a lock. Now I am certain. Time for action. Time to call Aurelia Spanner. If anyone could give me the book on Dunbar, it would be her. The minute these folks leave, I'm going outside and taking a walk and calling Rhee.

I looked over at Holly, and the daggers could have cut her eyes out. Sandy caught my expression and tried to divert the conversation, but I caught her before she could open her mouth.

"Oh, we know Mr. Dunbar, don't we Holly?"

Holly's words stuck in her throat. I could tell her throat was dry when she took a quick drink before answering. "Yes. We know him." Knowing that in a matter of hours he'd be on top of her, plunging that big thing of his into her.

"Leave Peace Dunbar up to us. If we need him on our side, I expect we can make that happen, but first there are things we have to work out in that regard."

Sandy knew enough to leave it alone, and she agreed and brought the meeting to an end.

"Well, Hannah and Holly, I think we had a real constructive meeting today and we are ready to move forward. Just keep us apprised of how you are coming with that list. I don't want to set up a follow-up meeting just yet. We'll keep you informed and, of course, you can feel free to call us anytime. Hopefully, we can return the invitation and maybe host a dinner for you ladies. Sable, when can the ladies expect their shirts?"

"Generally, I can get the full order filled in about six weeks, but the first samples, maybe a dozen pieces, will be sent to us in a week to ten days. I could get those to you by express delivery, but I'd prefer to deliver them in person, and spend some time getting you current on our progress. They won't start processing the larger batch until they get an approval on that first batch."

"You guys really have it together. Sable, you've obviously done this before."

"Most advertising jobs come with some form of wearable or merch and that is my department. After two weeks, you will never have to attend a meeting without representing the tournament. I recommend you wear these things all the time."

Holly stood up and pointed to her shirt, her shirt from the original golf outing.

"Its replacement is on its way."

We shook on it and off they went.

As Holly and I walked back to the house, she tried to grab my hand, but I pulled it away. I was pissed at her and that feeling was growing by the second. "Holly, I would never stop you, but I want you to know how I feel about your date tonight and specifically how I feel about Peace Dunbar."

"Please, Hannah, leave it alone. I'm going on this date." And she stormed off and up to the office. I followed, but when I entered the office, she held her hand up as if to stop me. "Hannah, don't fuck this up..."

"Holly, you've already done that. I'm just trying to save the fucking day. I don't trust this guy and I don't like him. Shouldn't that be enough reason for you to reject his advances and keep him out of our business? Our business, Holly. Ours."

"I can't get him off my mind, Hannah. All day today, that's all I can think about. Tonight's gonna happen, Han. I don't want it to happen. I need it too."

"Well, if you need it, then you just do it. And fuck me, the cuckold."

"You're not a cuckold. Call William. He's still in town, and I'm sure he would love to get his dick sucked. Don't be jealous of me getting some dick when you can go out and get some of your own."

"Alright Holly Bernstein, here's how it's going down. We're going to pull ourselves together so that when the kids get home, we can take care of business in the usual way. Seamlessly. When are you getting picked up for dinner?"

"Seven."

"Fine. We take care of the kids together till six, after which you can go upstairs and prepare for your date. I don't want you to come down until five till seven. At that time, you will hug and kiss the kids and go out to wait to be picked up. I don't want your leaving to rile them up. By seven, they will be relaxed and drifting into sleep time. Don't fuck that up. Can you live with that?"

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She looked down at the ground. "Yes. That's okay."

"Good. Other than that, though, stay out of my sight. I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want to even look at you."

"What's gotten into you, Hannah?"

"Uh. Me? Why don't you look in the fucking mirror tomorrow morning and ask yourself the same fuckin' question?" And I stormed out and headed downstairs. Time to call Rhee. I told Bertha, who was in the kitchen, that I was going to take a walk and would be home before the kids.

As I walked down the drive, with Avi trailing behind me, I raised my left wrist to my face and said, "Call Aurelia Spanner." Rhee told me to never video call her. She considered it an invasion of privacy. So, this was just a regular call, with my earpiece plugged in so nobody else could hear what she said. Another of her rules. I knew to do that, because whenever I called her, the first thing she asked me was whether I had my earpiece in.

"Spanner."

"Rhee, it's Hannah Todd. I need your special kind of assistance."

"Hannah. I hope you've been well. How might I help you this time, and is your earpiece in?"

Not mincing my words, I just blurted it out. "Peace Dunbar?"

"Hmmm. Dunbar. What about him? Real womanizer I understand."

"You know him?"

"Well, he has been on the periphery of a couple of my investigations. I never got into any depth with him, but I expect there's something there. A real looker, that one."

"Yeah, yeah. Listen Rhee, I want to know everything about this guy. Who he was, who he is, and who he wants to be. That he is a womanizer is nothing new. Go deep. And I need you to move fast."

"You know me, fast, efficient and right on track. I..."

"There's one more thing, Rhee. Holly is out of the loop on this one. This is strictly between you and me. Top Secret all the way."

"Are you sure that's the way you want to play it?"

"Absolutely. Nobody but you and me. If I die, you will know what to do with what you find. Until then, as they say, we take it to the grave."

"To the grave it is."

"I don't know if it is relevant or something you wouldn't find out anyway is that George Barry and Mr. Dunbar were friends, and that George had an office nobody knew about."

"Interesting. Have you seen this office?"

"Yep. And I have a complete photographic inventory of its contents. I also found other items of interest I kept in my possession, which included several drives and memory sticks. And a shit ton of cash."

"What are you planning to do with the drives?"

"Well, between Duane and I we have the technology to see what's on them, and I think I may spend a few hours this weekend trying to figure out what they contain."

"Sounds good. Take good notes and don't spend too much time on any one thing. My guess is that you will have terabytes of stuff. Let's talk tomorrow afternoon and we'll proceed. Call me when you can break free. My usual rates will apply."

"Perfect. As always, it's good to have you on board. There are a number of sports figures I expect will need investigating, so run a tab for me. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"All work is good work. I'll try to keep those other sports figures in my peripheral vision should they fall into your investigations. I take it, this is all about the golf tournament."

"Your instincts serve you well. I'll get you a tee shirt when they come in."

"I look forward to it. Talk tomorrow."

In the time the phone call took, I walked down the driveway and back up. When I opened the front door, Holly was there. "Who were you talking to?"

I snubbed her. Turned my nose up and walked right past her into the kitchen to see what kind of snack Bertha had prepared for the little ones who would be home soon. Once I had my own peanut butter cookie, I turned, and up the stairs to the office I went. Holly was not getting the message, and she was right behind me. Frustrated, I turned at the office door and put my hand up in front of her. "Stop. Find something to do somewhere else. There are things I need to do in the office before the kids get home. I don't need the distraction that is you. They'll be home in less than an hour. I'll see you then. Is that a problem?"

She looked down, then bent her head up and stared at me with wet eyes. "No problem."

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