”Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Paula Queagley approaching at speed. That was never a good sign.“I finish at three,” I said, hoping to get r...d of the cardinal. “Cash or card?”Too late.Paula Queagley curtsied. “Good afternoon, Your Majesty. Welcome to my store.”Her store! She was merely a checkout supervisor.I waved a hand at the cardinal. “Cardinal Roberto Calcavecchio, Papal Special Emissary.” Then I waved at Paula. “Paula Queagley, Checkout Supervisor.”“Do you know the Archbishop of. He's a friend of a friend. I told him about the R & D space and gave him your number." He has no financing, Sammy, and as far as I can tell, he has no prospects of getting any financing." I listened to his plan, but I didn't qualify him, Ralph."I was sure he was thinking bad thoughts about me as he shook his head and walked away.The Friday conference call was a disaster. Mrs. Collingsworth raved about the insanity of my proposal to purchase the Denver building, expend untold amounts of dollars. Leave them on,” he demanded, then guided her back onto the barber chair. The old leather against her bare skin made her shiver. As she adjusted herself to face the mirror before her, she noticed that this particular chair was different than the rest. There were two straps, one on either side of the arms, which Gregory promptly used to secure her wrists. Just as she was about to react, he quickly moved to the bottom of the chair to secure her ankles in the same fashion, on either side of the. “Hmm, seems you’re quite popular Riley.”“Because of Ona and El right Sir.”“Smart girl. Sophia.” The master called one of the maid servants to the table. She was a small brunette with curls, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, the only thing that denoted her place as a fellow Club Gomorrah Servant was that her outfit was missing a chest section, leaving her large breasts exposed for all to see.She curtseyed before us. “Oui (Yes) Master.” She was a quiet, soft spoken little thing with a.