James has an idea

James

'Hey Amber.'

Perhaps I was a bit too hasty with this. But maybe this could work out...

'Hey master. What makes you write me? ;)'

'Actually, what do you think of doing a bit of farm work for Klara instead of your current sidehustle?'

'If you think that'll get you in her pants in quicker, I'll do it gladly. I'm sure I can talk her into making advances on you.'

'Honestly, I just think she's overwhelmed and needs some time off, you know?'

'So you want me to work, out of the kindness of your heart? :('

A few seconds later: 'Oh, but I'll still do it, master. No worries, I can't help but do what you want me to.'

'You get to orgasm once this night, as a thanks. If Klara is happy with your work, I'll allow one every Saturday too.'

'THANK YOU SO MUCH MASTER. I WAS GETTING SO ****.'

I put my phone away, I was getting ready to sleep. It was weird how normal this felt again. No Amber, no Donna, not even mom. But honestly, I'm not really sure if I want them right now. They're hot and I like the power I have over them, but... I don't really need to have sex every night, right? Plus currently, only mom lived with me, so I didn't have a lot of options if I spontaneously got horny for someone else.

Mom knocked at my door. "I'm sorry for not having talked to you earlier about this, master, but one of the letters you gave me was from your father. It seems as though he decided to file for divorce, too. I personally think the terms are acceptable, but my living situation is yours to decide."

It was a short document. He wanted the vacation home, the one he went to with my brother, the place where he had an affair. He asked us to send all of his personal belongings on our own costs, in exchange their shared bank account becomes mom's. And she gets to keep this house.

"You should take it. It's very good news, in all honesty. If he takes his vacation home, he's more likely to stay away from here."

"I'm glad you agree master, I'll sign the documents and send them back tomorrow."

She briefly hesitated, in order to look at my boxers, before leaving the room. I guess she could sense that I wasn't too much in the mood right now. Slowly, I began to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.

Jane

Ugh, I hate being here so early. But there was still so much to do in the Goodman house. I'm unsure if I can trust the young Goodman. He's either naive or acting naive, and the second one could be fatal. I had to keep watching him and observing him. Whether he tries to sabotage or hinder our investigations.

The phone rang, but it wasn't mine, or anyone's from the PD. It was the landline. Who would call them here? Surely they've told people? I pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Huh, who are you? Did I not reach my mom, Isabella Goodman?"

In that moment, the door opened and the young Goodman entered. "No, but your brother is here, I'll give the phone to him." James looked a bit confused as to what was happening. "Put him on loudspeaker", I whispered.

James: "Hello?"

Bartholomew: "Hey James."

"Bartholomew! Are you okay again?"

"Well yeah, the doctors did everything they could to fix my body. I can finally talk again and hold a phone."

"I'm glad you were able to recover."

"Is mom not home?"

"No, she's staying at my place. A couple days ago, dad's lawyers contacted mom to put me in charge of the company as caretaker. And when trying to get a hold of everything the company does, mom and I found out that dad did even worse shit. Now the police is investigating."

"Wait, he put you in charge? Why?"

"I'm not quite sure. The lawyers said that the company is registered as a family business, so while dad was recovering and awaiting trial, someone else needed to be in charge. You were in the same situation and honestly, maybe he's a bit petty too. He's still technically owner, but he can give me that role just after two years and I become owner after five, if he doesn't return."

"That fucker..."

"Yeah... It's not been great finding out how terrible he's been over the past week."

"How is mom doing by the way?"

"I think I was able to cheer her up a bit, but she was really devastated by everything. I'll give you my landline number and you can call her. I'm sure she'll be happy to hear that you're doing well."

"Thanks, James. Can I ask what dad did?"

"Oh yeah, that's pretty important. We found out that he hid spy cameras in some apartments, tried to have sex with some tenants under threat of kicking them out, and he probably embezzled 40 thousand bucks a month because someone blackmailed him about it."

"Jesus fucking Christ, man."

"Yeah, it's awful. Hey, I know you're better at business stuff... I promised the victims compensation for what they had to go through, but I'm worried that we might not be able to afford it, especially if we discover more shit he did. What's the best course of action there? Taking out loans?"

"Hm, I'd go for loans probably, but go for low interest rates. Compensation is likely a long-term thing, so you might be able to borrow money, park it somewhere where it accrues interest itself, and make less losses on interest."

"Thank you so much, I hadn't thought of that. I hope you can come back soon, I don't think I'm doing a great job at this. And honestly, trying to be a fashion journalist at the same time is exhausting."

"I can't make any promises on my return, but would you really want to give me the company? It's little work by itself for a decent pay."

"Well, for one you have a business degree, and I don't. And then there's the fact that I don't have much passion for this job, beyond generally trying to be nice."

"Well, there's no point in me deciding right now. I'll have to find out how long I'm gonna stay here and only then can I make any promises."

"Sigh, sure thing, Bartholomew. Give mom a call, she needs the happiness."

"Bye, brother."

Maybe I was misjudging him a little, he wasn't really nervous at any point either. Jane +5SP (-18SP)