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The room small was silent. “Don’t you ever look at your competition? Hell, I live in Los Angeles and knew this while you live right here in Dallas and none of you seem to know. We all have the same access to data on the internet. We all have access to our own financials, albeit I have a bit more access than you, but none the less, all of you can see that this market is way underperforming versus other markets in the country. Every market……let me say that again……every market has their own set of challenges that they must overcome. However, from my vantage point, everyone in this room has decided that it is easier to come up with a rationalization on why things can’t be done, rather than finding out what your competition is doing and why their sales are going up and ours are amateur not,” I tell them. Still, the room was silent. “Can anyone tell me their plan of fixing this issue?” I ask being straightforward, hoping that one or all of them would commit to a plan of action. The young man who gave me the excuse about roadwork Brunette begins. “Mr. Greene, you are absolutely correct. I should have been more diligent in looking at our national counterparts, such as the ones you just mentioned. I apologize for not keeping up what was expected of me. If I may, I would like to keep you posted weekly how my district is doing. I suspect that you will be keeping an eye on us for a while, and I want to assure you that I am aware of this and would like to keep my job by doing it better,” he says to me. "Look, everyone, please don't think that I'm here to let anyone go. Instead, I wanted to make you aware that I see issues with this market and am asking for your commitment to correcting the issues,” I say trying to drive home my point, but not have the decide separately or together to just quit. I see nods of acceptance around the room except for just one guy. He begins, “Sure, all you corporate guys always blame the hardworking guys. You have no idea about how to run a restaurant, hell, you probably go golfing and play tennis with your rich buddies and then figure you’ll stop in and kick us around a bit before you head to your yacht,” he says in an blowjob angry voice. “Dakota, do I even own a tennis racket, a set of golf clubs, or a boat of any kind?” I ask her in front of everyone. “No sir, you don’t,” she says meekly. “Jill, before I took over as CEO of Jaxson Inc. what was my profession for nearly 20 years?” Asking again in front of everyone. “Managing restaurants,” she replied. The room was silent once again. The guy who challenged me, now sat looking down at his hands on the table. “Fuck this, I quit,” he says taking his restaurant keys off of a key ring and tossing them onto the table and storming out. I direct Mr. Kendall to ensure that he goes straight out the door and does not stop to chat with anyone. If he puts up a fuss, dial 911 and have tight the Police escort him out. Still, no one is talking. However, seeing their eyes get larger when I spoke about the Dallas Police handling the situation made everyone self-aware of their situation. Mr. Kendall left the room. Tina watched him through the pane of glass on the door. I ask the room, “Who would be a good candidate to replace that gentleman?” Everyone looks around at one another before a middle-aged guy says, “Donna Burger,” very hesitantly. “Is she here, now?” “Yes sir, she is. Would you like me to go get her?” he asks. “Absolutely!” I whisper into Tina’s ear asking what is happening. The torpid repetition of our motions put me small in a trance, and I drowned blissfully in the sensations, letting my body operate with instinctual autonomy. “So proud of you, young lady,” Mom whispered. “Why?” she tight asked, concern in her eyes. “My back. With the table clear and fresh coffee between them Julie got out an old blowjob fashioned yellow legal pad and elegant Mont Blanc pen which she carefully laid out before her. He disappeared for a couple of minutes then came back with another guard. “Yeah baby?” She replied. "Yes. amateur If you do, there will be consequences" The Viagra they Brunette slipped him through his beer earlier didn’t hurt much either.