Dinner With The Crawfords

Later that night, Kylie was dressed in a nice purple cocktail dress, she didn't really know why Big Jim wanted to have a dinner, but it was her only way of knowing what he was up to.

She went down the hallway towards the restaurant, and the doors were opened for her by a concierge and they were closed behind her. Inside was Big Jim, sitting at a table with Lana, they were talking and laughing together. Lana, formerly in a skimpy cow-print costume had adorned a sexy red dress that was low-cut and tight fitting.

"Evenin' Miss Allison." Big Jim greeted her, smiling wide. "You look mighty beautiful tonight. What do you think, Lana darlin'?"

"Ooh, she's a real hottie. I'm so glad we're sharing this dinner together, I'm starving!" Lana giggled.

"Where's your son-in-law?" Kylie asked, looking around the room.

"Ah, well, he's yellin' at some hotel staff, but he'll be down in a bit." Big Jim gestured for her to sit. "In the meantime, let's eat."

The three spent some time eating and just talking about life. Big Jim explained how he got into the dairy business and why Crawford Dairy is the best in the nation. It was actually quite an entertaining story, Kylie didn't realize how passionate the older man was for his product, but he seemed to take great pride in it, and she respected that.

Lana, despite her ditzy appearance and affinity for cow-themed outfits, seemed to be a quick wit and smart as well. Her knowledge on dairy products was impressive and the girl knew how to sell them too.

Kylie found herself having a lot of fun during the dinner, but it was cut short when a stern man in his 30s with auburn hair came into the dining room.

"Unacceptable, this is unacceptable!" the man stomped toward the table and aggressively pulled at a chair and sat down.

"Ray, my boy, what's got you in a pickle? Besides, you're late for dinner." Big Jim frowned.

"Those imbeciles who stock the fridges here, they stocked everything except the 2%. Told me that they stopped ordering them. We need to remind this hotel they get a good rate with us because they buy everything, not get to pick and choose." He growled and crossed his arms.

"That is a bit of a problem, son." Big Jim shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a little confused. Who is this?" Kylie asked.
"Sorry, how rude of me. Miss Allison, this is Raymond Brightly, my son-in-law, and soon-to-be CEO." Big Jim said, introducing the angry man.

"It's a pleasure." Kylie held her hand out.

Raymond ignored her hand and scoffed. "I can't believe that you brought the enemy to our dinner, James. You really are old and senile."

Big Jim sighed. "Now Ray, I don't want you talking to me like that. Remember you're only gonna be CEO because my daughter ain't smart enough for that."

Kylie was about to gasp considering his daughter was right there, but Lana nudged her and whispered "Daddy is talking about my sister, not me."

"Oh, okay." Kylie responded, relieved.

Raymond turned his attention to Kylie, and looked her up and down. "Ms. Allison, was it? If your company ever goes under, you could work for our advertising department with Lana. Crawford always needs more women who look good in cow-print." He smirked.

"Ray, my boy, what the hell's a matter with you?" Big Jim turned around slapped him from his chair.

Raymond had no reaction. "Old man, when you retire tomorrow, and I'm in charge, it really doesn't matter, does it?" Raymond stood up from his seat, and turned to Kylie, "Enjoy your last day of peace, Ms. Allison. You'll find I'm not a weak competitor unlike my father-in-law."

Kylie watched as he stormed out. "That was unpleasant." She said.

"He's such a meanie. I wish Daddy never approved of him marrying my sis. He's just no good." Lana pouted.

"Yeah, well, let's finish this nice meal and go enjoy ourselves." Big Jim suggested, not wanting to dwell on the subject anymore.