I’ve worked with him. I’m on the Special Teams. I’m basically the Quarterback’s personal bodyguard. Who is our quarterback? Jonathan Wilson, a...big and tall, good-looking, blond-haired, green-eyed stud. Although he looks quite Teutonic, he’s actually a third-generation Irish immigrant. I like the guy. He’s cool, smart and listens to his teammates. I’ve been playing Football since high school and I really don’t like quarterbacks who are full of themselves. They get on my last nerve. I’ve decked. I think it would really strengthen your bonds with your girls." He handed me a book. "Here, you can have this."I took it. "I'll look into it. Thanks."I wasn't really that interested. Staying hard and not coming did sound like a good time to me.At that time, the bedroom door opened, and the three women walked out. I thought they might look all sweaty and disheveled, but like Brian and me, it looked like they had just talked."Now, you think about what we talked about," said Aileen."We will,". “NO! NO! Let me go let me go you bastard.” Lucie was screaming louder. Grabbing both her hands in one of his Johnathon reached back slapping her across her face.“Get control of yourself!” Johnathon shouted seeing the incredulous look of surprise on her face. “You’re an adult not a child. You survived the horror of the Baron; I know that you are far stronger than this!”Lucie suddenly stopped falling to the floor sobbing hysterically. “He let her die; he did nothing to help her at all. I can’t. They had all expected to be given their walking papers, not allowed to become an owner of the company. This was something none of them had even imagined was possible. It did explain the whisper campaign to hold onto every dollar they could because a huge investment opportunity was coming.“Thank you, Tim. First, there are some details about the end of your employment with Newton that I should cover. Each of you will be given a check representing one week’s pay for every year that you’ve been an.