Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

I slightly sigh when the man just texted someone and now it seemed like he was waiting for a reply. I begin to lose my battle with keeping my fear down for I began to twitch in my seat. I just can't believe that I was this stupid but I wasn't the one that we sent here without a story! ... I begin to feel a slight betrayal here by my handler! I could feel my anger brewing a little more as I thought about it.

That Bastard! I was fuming when I looked over at the man and realized he knew who I was or at least his boss did. I now begin to swallow hard for I have no legal or non legal backing from MI-6. I'm toast! I begin to bite my lower lip.
 
"'Maurice Turner'?" Josephine's puzzled look cleared after a moment. "Oh! The lawyer. I'm sure he's harmless. And he's a friend of... um.... Well, I know he's friends with somebody I know. It would not do to be inhospitable. Please let him in."

Ian sighed, activated his phone, and reopened the app for the front gate. "Mr Turner? Sorry for the delay. Ms. Czartoryski has agreed to admit you."

Ian thumbed the icon to open the front gate, just as Josephine spoke again. "And what about the intruder you reported, Ian. Did he get away?"

"It's a 'she,' actually," Ian responded. "Mr. Erickson has taken her into custody. I thought...."

His phone chimed. Ian glanced at the screen:


In the large room with the divvy.
Should I take to Josephine's office?

"Excuse me, Ma'am," Ian said as he typed a reply:


Negative.
In dining room.
Across foyer from office.

Ian looked up at Josephine and smiled. "Mr. Erickson will be here presently with the prisoner."

 
Having served Josephine her tea, some sliced fruit, and a croissant, Michele fixed a plate with eggs, bacon, and a sweet roll. Following Karen's lead, as she set this before Chauncey Builtmore, she made sure to expose as much of her nude form as she could to him, then leaned in as she poured his tea such that her ample bosom came quite close to his face.
 
Chauncey folded his shaking hands and sat politely as he waited to be served.

Having served Josephine her tea, some sliced fruit, and a croissant, Michele fixed a plate with eggs, bacon, and a sweet roll. Following Karen's lead, as she set this before Chauncey Builtmore, she made sure to expose as much of her nude form as she could to him, then leaned in as she poured his tea such that her ample bosom came quite close to his face.

"No, Michele," Karen intervened. She had decided to not waste any time in establishing her place as Josephine's heir. "Give that plate to Uncle Ian, or have it yourself. If Mr. Builtmore hopes to ever share my bed again, then he may kneel next to me, on my left. I'll see to it that he gets fed."

 
Carl had to hide a wide smile and chuckle by quickly having another bite of food. Oh Karen was in fine form and it seemed as if Chauncey's not owning up to the fact of their liaison had upset her a little.

Still remembering what he had witnessed the night before, perhaps there was more to it than that. Whatever the cause it seemed the man had a choice to make. Stay and behave how Karen wanted him to with the promise of perhaps having her body as his reward. Or go and probably never grace this place again with his presence.

Still that was his choice and had nothing to do with him. Carl looked at Michele and smiled. "Excuse me my dear. Would you mind pouring me a second cup of coffee. It seems as if I have run out," he asked her with a wink.

Then turning to Josephine he smiled at her. "This is turning into a rather busy morning. New guests coming in," he said looking pointedly at William and then gesturing at Ian and what he had just said. "Ian's friend coming to stay which I assume has something to do with our little fiasco the other day," he smiled, " Plus now we are having uninvited guests." He shook his head. "What is the world coming too."

He then grinned widely at her. "You know I have just had a deliciously wicked idea. We do have a member of the Sheriffs department right here and well some interesting ways of punishing the dear lady so she thinks twice about breaking and entering again." His smile turned a little devilish. "What do you say dear Empress?"
 
"No, Michele," Karen intervened. She had decided to not waste any time in establishing her place as Josephine's heir. "Give that plate to Uncle Ian, or have it yourself. If Mr. Builtmore hopes to ever share my bed again, then he may kneel next to me, on my left. I'll see to it that he gets fed."


Chauncey's eyes grew wide at the young lady's revelation and his head swiveled as he looked nervously about the room before lingering a bit too long on the nude servant and then quickly turning to Karen. He gave her a look to say, 'you can't be serious....' but the cat that caught the canary look on her face told the aristocrat that indeed she was, causing his slowly fading erection to again begin to gain life. He knew there was no way to stand to move to her side without everyone in attendance noticing his growing arousal.

With a look that could best be described as apologetic toward the Empress, he moved at a bit of a crouch toward the heiress. "I-I-I'm q-q-quite s-s-sure I-I-I d-d-don't kn-kn-know w-w-w-what th-th-this is a-a-a-about M-M-M-Miss C-C-Callingw-w-w-wood," he whispered as he couched next to her left side, his eyes lowered as he eyed her bare feet.
 
"You know, I have just had a deliciously wicked idea," Carl told Josephine. "We do have a member of the Sheriff's department right here and, well, some interesting ways of punishing the dear lady so she thinks twice about breaking and entering again. What do you say, dear Empress?"

Mary spoke up first. "Wait a moment, I wouldn't misuse my badge to promote any shenanigans. If you report a crime to me, I'll act in my official capacity."

She thought for a moment, and then added. "Of course, there would be nothing wrong with me sitting in plain sight in my uniform while you question this intruder, so long as you don't involve me directly."
 
Malcolm didn't like the idea of bringing fruit loops to see other people. But he also had no reason to ignore Ian's request. He had spotted the dining room and even if he hadn't the aroma of food was easy to follow.

He looks at the woman, "Come along," as he leads her to the dining room.

Malcolm arrived at hearing the best comment.

He then grinned widely at her. "You know I have just had a deliciously wicked idea. We do have a member of the Sheriffs department right here and well some interesting ways of punishing the dear lady so she thinks twice about breaking and entering again." His smile turned a little devilish. "What do you say dear Empress?"

Malcolm smiled at the comment, a man he was sure to like. "I like your style. This one still hasn't fully understood how much bloody shit she has found herself in. I wouldn't be surprised if she asked when her spa appointment was next."

Malcolm scanned the room and saw the various people. It was quite the assortment. He smiled at the all, "Ladies, Gentleman. Malcolm Erickson." He points at the trespasser. "Fruit loops."
 
Assigning a Moniker



“Ladies, Gentleman, Malcolm Erickson,” the security expert introduced himself to the breakfast crowd. Then he pointed at the trespasser he had brought forward. “Fruit loops.”

Josephine
suppressed a giggle to speak before the woman could object to her new name. Smiling, she remained seated and chose her words precisely. “I’m glad to meet you, Miss Loops. Now please explain why you saw fit to invade my demesne.”

 
William remained quite with all the new arrivals to breakfast for they all seemed to know each other in some kind of fashion. He didn't really care about any of it at the moment. His plans for relax turned to business which it should have remained that way. This was going to be a very long weekend unless he just cut his losses and pack up and leave. That thought was spinning around his head as the other guests endeavored to chat among the group.

William was about to excuse himself when the commotion seemed to stop when the security brought in the intruder. William turned when she was introduced as Fruit Loops to see this very attractive young lady whom for some reason she seemed familiar to him. His eyes narrowed at her waiting to hear her speak to see if that even comes close to the woman he meet in at his New York Fortress establishment.
 
I look about the group of people here and wonder that was going on when I saw one complete nude! My eyes were wide but settled down when I could think of stranger things that I have seen in my tour of duties around the world. I have even dabbled a little into the sinister world of sexual explore and found a few things that inspire me to venture more into them when the opportunity comes along. Therefore, I smile when I see the half-dressed people around the table.

'SHIT! It’s William! Damn this wasn't good he knows who I am for I was investing him as well! What the hell is he doing here?' I grow nervous now but I do notice that he is looking at me funny. Maybe he doesn't recall who I am, but then again he fooled me twice in New York having me breaking my own cover by contacting MI-6 without knowing he was watching every move I made. I was lucky that my extraction team got me out for I don't know what he would have done with me if they didn't.

What do I do? Shit, He is going to bust me forsure... damn it! I begin to shake a little as the fear hits me solid now. I can’t bullshit my way out of this now. I have to just speak up and hope that they let me go, but I doubt that… I don't know that, maybe he won’t bust me…

I shoot a glare at the caffeine man… "Well, my name is Irene Smith and well as I told this man whom I will call Caffeine man. I am with the FBI, and we are here to investigate.… Well ... all of you of course…” I smile. "I was supposed to only observe from the wall but my curiosity got the best of me...and well here I am and there you all are…” I smile
 
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Fourth Amendment Protection



“FBI?” Josephine laughed. “With that accent? Besides, were you a legitimate federal agent, you’d have presented a warrant by now. You see, here in the USA, they have this pesky thing called the Bill of Rights, and no FBI agent would risk a suppression of evidence court ruling by conducting a search or surveillance without a warrant.”

Josephine waited just a second for that to sink in before adding, “You see that beautiful brunette in the white robe? She happens to be a member of the local constabulary....”

Respecting
Mary’s earlier expression of the limits to which she wanted to get involved in this matter, Josephine let that fact simply dangle. She immediately changed the subject. “It is my understanding Walworth County has a nice modern jail, but it is still a jail. Unless you want to spend a lot of time there, you had better start telling us the truth. Oh, and one more thing, as long as you are on my property, your name is no longer Irene Smith or Olga Jones or whatever you choose to call yourself. From now on, the only name anyone here will call you, and the only name you may and must answer to, is ‘Fruit Loops,’ And you won’t be assigning Mr. Erickson there, or anyone else, any insulting monikers. You will address all men on my property simply as ‘sir,’ and all women as ‘ma`am.’ Do you understand?”



 
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"You see that beautiful brunette in the white robe?" Josephine said to the intruder, nodding toward Mary. "She happens to be a member of the local constabulary. It is my understanding Walworth County has a nice modern jail, but it is still a jail. Unless you want to spend a lot of time there, you had better start telling us the truth."

Mary only partly listened to the rest of what Josephine said. She appreciated that Josephine did not get more specific about her position with the Sheriff's Department. Likewise, she decided it had turned out for the best that she hadn't had time to change into her uniform. Not only would that have put her in an awkward position during any interrogation, but she also rather relished the decadent luxury of attending this crowded breakfast in just a plush bathrobe.
 
William eyes opened as he knew who this was and after Josephine put the woman into her place William smiled when he witnessed the change of her demeanor. Alysa Winters, MI-6 was now here sticking her nose into this international trouble that the agency thinks he is using his overseas business contacts to funnel contraband and weapons through Middle east regions trying to undermine the Allied Expeditionary forces. Aiding their enemies and profiting from the war. Even though he wasn’t she was there trying to either plant evidence against him or she found something from one of his general managers for she was gone before he could get to her.

There was no further contact between them but now she is here looking over all of them? This was strange and a little concerning for he was legit which made him suspicious of the other here… “Hello, Alysa Winters of the British Intelligence known as MI-6. I would ask how you are doing but I can tell your not doing so well today… Oh, sorry I mean Miss Fruit Loops." William corrected himself while smiling at her.. He had many questions to ask this one… Yes he did…
 
MI-6?!

Ian instinctively took a step back. An agent of Her Majesty's Secret Intelligence Service stood there in his employer's dining-room, while a number of VIPs looked on, casually munching their granola. She'd arrived not long after his friend Malcolm, who, Ian knew, had involved himself in some pretty heavy-duty Soldier of Fortune style of work lately. Had she followed Malcolm here, or actually come with him?

Still, they had stood side-by-side or back-to-back in too many fights together for Ian to believe Malcolm would betray his trust. He waited for the right moment and lifted his brow to catch Malcolm's eye. Once his friend looked his way, Ian mouthed three words:

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

 
"What about you, Piper. What do you do for fun? Other than art, that is."

Piper was both surprised and relieved her chauffeur had ceased her flirtatious teasing and moved to a more mundane line of conversation. "Oh, nothing too exciting. Just spend time with friends, I guess. Most of my free time is spent studying or drawing. And during summers I work as a counselor at Brookfield Art Camp."

The redhead shrugged slightly, feeling like the dullest person ever. "Like I said, nothing too exciting. But you, I bet, are a different story."
 
Before he could make it too far back down the road, a voice came through on the speaker and the gates mechanism released, allowing him to make his move. Maurice was pleased that his gambit worked as well as it did. Now came the hard part.

Passing on through, The dark blue sports car crept along the manor's path, eventually coming up to a courtyard. There were other vehicles assembled along the drive path. He'd park behind another vehicle somewhere along the manor's side.

He allowed his engine to run for a bit as he straightened whatever he could and let his roof back up. Afterwhile he killed the engine and stepped out into the air to admire some of the manor's exterior. He eventually did find his way to the main door, he rung of course.
 
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Malcolm listened to everything Josephine had to say. Right now she was his favorite person in the room. It was a most impressive stance to take. He then looked back at Fruit Loops. He knew something was off about her, but an MI-6 agent? He had met a few in his life, this one seemed fresh out of the academy after receiving the lowest marks possible and still passing.

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

WTF? Malcolm had to agree with that question. He shrugged his shoulders, not knowing anything about any MI-6 interest in him. He pulled out his phone and typed in a few words, texting one of the people in his organization. If MI-6 had any interest in him, he would know about it shortly.

But more importantly, Malcolm looked at the man who made that proclamation. No mention of a name from him as of yet, but it wasn't like a work meeting where everyone went around the room to introduce themselves. A name would be forthcoming soon enough. His eyes didn't stay long on the man before wandering to the other people in the room. There were quite a few attractive women in the room. His eyes looked over the brunette in the white robe. Local police huh. Over the years he had met quite a few police officers but none as attractive as her. His eyes stayed on her perhaps longer than necessary before looking at everyone else.

He did then take a step back from the trespasser. He wondered what else she might be saying next.
 
The blue Audi roadster started to back out but suddenly stopped just as the manor's front gate swung open. It proceeded up the drive. The gate had closed again by the time Chrissy put her Chili Red Mini Cooper S Convertible back into gear and pulled up. No matter, she spoke aloud: "Hey, Siri! Open front gate."

She drove up the driveway slowly. It felt good to be home. Then she saw the damage to the portico covering the porch and adjoining lawn. She just stared until the driver of the Audi crossed the scarred stoop and rang the bell. Chrissy decided rather than just sitting here dazed, she should go in and find out what happened. Mostly, she needed to assure herself that nothing bad had happened to Josephine and Michele.
 
First Impressions



Before anyone could react to William’s assertion that Fruit Loops worked for the British Secret Intelligence Service, the doorbell rang.

“That must be Mr. Turner,” Josephine said to Michele. “Please answer the door, Pusscake. Then, get upstairs and get dressed. Dawn should be back soon with the art student I ordered. Artists are such sensitive types. I don’t want to shock her with our wanton ways... at least not at breakfast.”



 
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"Like I said, nothing too exciting," Piper responded to Dawn's question about what she does for fun. "But you, I bet, are a different story."

"You think so, do you?" Dawn replied with a deep chuckle as they stopped at the intersection where highways 36 and 120 come together. Seeing no traffic, Dawn accelerated south. "Tell me, what do your artist's eyes think they perceive when they look at me?"



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“That must be Mr. Turner,” Josephine said to Michele when the doorbell rang. “Please answer the door, Pusscake. Then, get upstairs and get dressed. Dawn should be back soon with the art student I ordered. Artists are such sensitive types. I don’t want to shock her with our wanton ways... at least not at breakfast.”

“'Get dressed'?” Michele sighed playfully. “Only `cuz you insist, Boo’ful.”

Thus, wearing nothing but a big smile, Michele crossed the foyer and answered the front door.










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Lessons Learned

With a look that could best be described as apologetic toward the Empress, Chauncey moved at a bit of a crouch toward the heiress. "I-I-I'm q-q-quite s-s-sure I-I-I d-d-don't kn-kn-know w-w-w-what th-th-this is a-a-a-about M-M-M-Miss C-C-Callingw-w-w-wood," he whispered as he couched next to her left side, his eyes lowered as he eyed her bare feet.

Karen ignored Chauncey's protest. Instead, she observed the commotion around her, and Josephine's smooth manor in handling it. She took a mental note: study her civil and property rights as a citizen of the USA (her expensive Canadian boarding school had not taught about this). She took another: she would have to learn to delegate. With seeming absentminded nonchalance, she picked a strip of bacon up from her plate and, as she might with a begging puppy, dangled it in front of Chauncey's face.


 
“That must be Mr. Turner,” Josephine said to Michele when the doorbell rang. “Please answer the door, Pusscake. Then, get upstairs and get dressed. Dawn should be back soon with the art student I ordered. Artists are such sensitive types. I don’t want to shock her with our wanton ways... at least not at breakfast.”

“'Get dressed'?” Michele sighed playfully. “only `cuz you insist, Boo’ful.”

Thus, wearing nothing but a big smile, Michele crossed the foyer and answered the front door.

The confident young lawyer stood firm on the stoops foundations. It hadn't dawned on him from afar at first, but up close the porch was in need of some repairs. He thought as to what might have caused the disrepair. It did strike him as somewhat odd, but not nearly as odd as what followed.

Maurice was quite tall and lean in appearance but not unusually so, he was maybe 6'2" and close to 200 lbs,you could tell he kept himself in an active state.

The sight of the jaybird blonde on the other end of the door caught him off guard to say the least. The usually self-aware and poised professional broke character, if only for a moment.

He knew better than to instruct someone's choice of wardrobe on private property, so he just played along, acknowledging but showing no outward concern. "May I come in or...is the party dress casual? " He extended his reach to the smiling doorwoman, putting himself a bit more forward manner.

Was this Josephine's idea of a game? Sending someone who looked like her to throw him off his game. An aroused mind was always more easier to control. It almost worked, but not quite.
 


“FBI?” Josephine laughed. “With that accent? Besides, were you a legitimate federal agent, you’d have presented a warrant by now. You see, here in the USA, they have this pesky thing called the Bill of Rights, and no FBI agent would risk a suppression of evidence court ruling by conducting a search or surveillance without a warrant.”

Josephine waited just a second for that to sink in before adding, “You see that beautiful brunette in the white robe? She happens to be a member of the local constabulary....”

Respecting
Mary’s earlier expression of the limits to which she wanted to get involved in this matter, Josephine let that fact simply dangle. She immediately changed the subject. “It is my understanding Walworth County has a nice modern jail, but it is still a jail. Unless you want to spend a lot of time there, you had better start telling us the truth. Oh, and one more thing, as long as you are on my property, your name is no longer Irene Smith or Olga Jones or whatever you choose to call yourself. From now on, the only name anyone here will call you, and the only name you may and must answer to, is ‘Fruit Loops,’ And you won’t be assigning Mr. Erickson there, or anyone else, any insulting monikers. You will address all men on my property simply as ‘sir,’ and all women as ‘ma`am.’ Do you understand?”



'What the bloody hell is the Prince doing here! Tis isn't good' l look over at him with the strangest look upon my face. I wonder if London knows he is here? This brings many questions to my mind but then my attention is taken by the lady of the manor. Her words strike a strange feeling in me but the one that takes president is the one dealing with the local constabulary officer, for if they push this legally I'm in hot water! I can handle being called a foot loop in fact I thank it's kind of close to my personally for I do not let life control me so I'm Living fancy free! So yeah I like the nicky name.

I was about to answer the Lady when William spoke up. I dropped my head a little as he told them who I was. William, thanks a lot yank! I mutter under my breath. Then it hit me to why I'm here. I will tell the lady that the prince here dodged his detail and I was assigned to be his security detail. Yeah! That will work.

"Yes, my name is Alysa Winters and I am an MI-6 operative, who has been assigned to the Prince's security since he ditched them. I feared for the Prince's life so I came in to get him out! But it appears he is quite well and safe! So all can go back to normal functions here." I nodded my head to the Prince before looking back at the lady of the house. "I stand corrected ma'am, my name is fruit loops." I smile at her, that small pull getting stronger as I look at her.

The ringing of the doorbell pulled her attention away from me which I was thankful for… I stood waiting for them to decided my fate…
 
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