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Edward
Beingthe CEO of Armani Industries was every bit as demanding as I had imagined it to be, but I was beginning to realize I had underestimated my grandfather as well. Every day on the job was a revelation wherein I learned something new about him. It was no surprise to me that my Nonno knew pretty much everything there was to know about Italian food. However, I found my late grandfather’s vast knowledge of people to be nothing short of astonishing.
His fingerprints were all over this business. Every customer and business associate I talked to said the same thing… My grandfather had known exactly what they liked, what they didn’t like, and what they expected from him… Consequently, he displayed an unwavering responsibility and dedication when it came to their satisfaction. It was also clear that he had love and understanding of his employees… He knew how to earn their respect and their loyalty. They became like family to him. As a result, our company had an outstanding workforce, which only served to make my job easier now.
They made me feel as if my presence was appreciated here… And they seemed to appreciate the time I was taking to put myself in my Nonno’s shoes without making any sweeping changes to his legacy.
In doing so, my grandfather’s true business genius hit me like a ton of bricks: My eyes were suddenly opened to the real value behind his philanthropy. His love of humanity and his need to make a better life for others had always played an integral part in the success of the Armani company. Nonno’s former office contained three entire filing cabinets completely filled with thank you letters and printouts of business correspondence from thousands of individuals and organizations who had been the object of my grandfather’s benevolence. I smiled at his dream of operating his business like Paul Newman’s. He wasn’t crazy at all. He was smart as a whip.
Edward Armani Senior was truly a world-class businessman just like Luigi said, and at long last I understood why he had commanded so much respect from so many people. Why had it taken me so long to see it? I was not without shame or embarrassment. Better late than never I supposed. To my credit, at least I was quick to grasp the bigger picture now that I was at the helm. I now knew exactly what was required in order to maintain the stellar Armani business reputation.
By the end of the week I had grown quite tired of conducting all manner of business and I decided I needed a fun weekend adventure. I was reasonably certain Julia would be up for a bit of excitement as well. I had to laugh sometimes; For a woman who used to be all business with a side of sexy fun, she was sure opening up to new experiences with ease. She was in her office typing on her laptop when I came home.
“Julia! TGIF! Do you have any plans for this weekend?”
“No not really. Only that dinner party invitation; That’s on Saturday night. I RSVP’d that we were coming but it’s not like we can’t get out of it. There’s like twenty-five couples going. I doubt if we’d be missed.”
“You mean the Reynolds’s new house-warming dinner party?”
“Yep. That’s the one!”
“Shit! I really can’t stand those people Julia. Why’d you have to say yes to that?”
“How was I supposed to know you didn’t like them? You never told me that! I’m not a mind reader you know.”
“Well I don’t give a shit if it hurts their feelings. We’re not going. Benjamin Reynolds is an insufferable boor and his drunken wife is always trying to get me alone with her. She grabbed my balls under the table last time……. That was before I was with you of course.”
“What? Leslie Reynolds? You think she has a thing for you?”
“I believe grabbing a fella’s nuts is usually a pretty reliable indicator.”
“You’re right. We’re definitely not going. Screw her and her ugly new house!”
“Great! That takes care of that. So how do you feel about sailing down to Half Moon Bay this weekend?”
“You mean in the spectacular Armani 200-foot yacht? You betcha!”
“No. Actually I don’t mean that one.”
“You mean you have more than one yacht Edward?”
“I’m talking about my sailboat. I guess some pretentious people might still call it a yacht but it’s much smaller and it’s definitely a different animal than the company yacht you’re thinking of.”
“Well what’s it like? How come you wanna take that one? It’s still a pretty nice boat though isn’t it?”
“Obviously it’s not a piece of shit if that’s what you mean. It’s a sweet little 40-footer that I can captain all by myself. No crew required. But I could always use a hot sexy first mate. Any volunteers?”
“What does a first mate do exactly?”
“Well they mostly pose topless on the bow of the boat. And of course, they rank immediately below the captain so when he yells Blow medown matey!.... they go below him…….. and you know……blow him down!”
“You really know how to show a girl a good time, don’t you Eddie? I guess that’s why I’m so attracted to you! So sign me up! I’d love to be your first mate! ”
Julia kissed me real sexy and slowly while she traced the outline of my dick in my pants.
“Think maybe I can get a little first mate experience before we go?” she asked, smiling wickedly and working at my belt.
“Hold that thought you little sea siren! I need to check some ocean and weather reports if we want to set sail first thing tomorrow morning.”
“The weather won’t change in the next ten minutes,” she said, pulling my cock free from my pants. Before I could say another word her lips were wrapped around me, a moan sending vibrations straight down the shaft.
“I don’t think I can last that long,” I whispered as she took me deeper, her tongue slipping softly along the underside of sensitive flesh. She pulled away just long enough to look me in the eye and reply…
“Good.”
A few minutes of incredible pleasure later I excitedly ran out of Julia’s office and into my own across the hall. I powered up my laptop and verified the information I needed for a smooth sail. The weather forecast looked clear and the water appeared calm for the weekend. I just needed to make sure Julia knew to wear warm enough clothes and sensible non-slip shoes. Sailing through “the gate” where the Pacific Ocean meets the San Francisco Bay was always damp, windy and chilly. Ever since I was a kid I loved going sailing so I was really excited at the thought of sharing it with my wonderful woman.
