She did have a seat on Macklin’s Board, but as a non-voting member. She had very little day-today involvement with her father’s company.There were...key VPs — Research, Development, Distribution, Finance, Marketing — but no one in particular that Macklin appeared to be grooming.I didn’t study the organization charts the way Gloria and Constance did, but I agreed with their assessment — Security seemed to be the obvious lever into the Executive Suite.I’d spent, off and on, almost two weeks. Her wrists,shackled together, were chaffed and raw. Her feet ? especially her freshlybruised toes ? were killing her. The silhouette of the crowd rippled as paddles were raisedin silent bidding. She couldn?t see the display behind her, so was oblivious tohow much her flesh was going for, but a part of her wanted it to be the largestsum of the evening ? a girl has her pride, after all. Then a voice in her head:Only the cruelest of Masters spend so lavishly, because they rarely findregular subs. After a wait of about ten minutes the President of Blanke Schande College arrived and apologized for holding them up. She held out her hand to everyone and introduced herself as Katrina Bartell.“Actually, I am just the Acting President” she told them. “I am filling in for six months for Eleanor Ferguson the REAL President of BSC. Her health hasn’t been the best lately so we packed her off to the South of France for six months to get better.”Jack was trying to comprehend all this but was having. "If he put you in the hospital, I know you want to return the favor. but if you do that his testimony will be worthless," he continued."Yeah I know, don't worry I won't put a finger on him." I said."All right we have them all corralled in the main house. Would you like a chance to put some clothes on first. The cops are having a great time looking you over, but it might be more believable that you are a cop, if your boobs and other lady parts were better hidden." he said."Gee what a sexist.