"Mmm. Hi, Brian. I'm Valentine Dance Date part two. Don't bother looking at them, they have eyes only for each other now. Look at me and describe for ...e exactly what I have to do to be considered trustworthy to know the big dark secret." I laughed and we danced. When we went back to the table, Doreen stayed with me and Rachel stayed with Doug. There were a couple puzzled looks, but no one made a comment. When the dance ended, I helped Doreen into her coat and we went to my car as Doug and. Then the phone went click-up, that sound it makes when the other person hangs up.I said "good-bye " out of habit and put the phone down, my head still full of cobwebs.I got my washing done and wrote my son a short letter, paid some bills and smiled when I noticed my bank balance, looked in the paper at cars for sale and did a few other mundane things while some part of my mind worried about what the young woman wanted. Late that afternoon I called a reporter for the Post, one who had written. . one ... one of your slaves? One! Of your slaves? What the hell are you talking about?" Well, technically, I suppose she's my only full-time slave right now. She freed her own slave, so I've lost that one from the collection. And of course, my bride-to-be is only my slave when I collar her."My Dad's expression hardly changed for a long moment; he stood next to me with his eyes wide open, staring at me. I got the impression he was waiting for me to give him the punch line to the joke I had. After a few years of dedicated economic warfare against your company, and a few others, I waited until your shares were plummeting and I quietly approached most of your shareholders to purchase their shares by paying more than the market value. I waited until this morning to register the change of ownership so you wouldn’t know what was happening. I’m taking direct control of the company and I’m making many changes.” He looks around the table with a grin, “You gentlemen now have two choices,.