Prost!

You let out the breath you've been holding in for the past.... forever. "Yeah, actually. That sounds good, Wayne." Wayne pours you a glass and sets two ice cubes in it. He places it on your side of the desk before reclining in his executive leather chair. He takes a sip from his scotch, and you think all he'd need is a cigar to complete the look. "Take a seat, John." Wayne says.

You do so and take a sip of the scotch Wayne's offered you. It's smooth, rich and really good. Just a touch helps you feel a bit more relaxed as Wayne begins. "So have you decided on a date yet, or are you gonna keep lookin' in the Singles room next week?"

"Actually, I just asked Bianca here out." Wayne looks a bit surprised, "Oh, is that right?" Bianca beams and places an arm around you, letting it drape down to your chest. You nod. Upon seeing the act, Wayne continues without your verbal confirmation. "Well, it's up to you what you want her to do if you choose to marry her. I've already got a company set up to take over the porn site if you wanted."

You take another sip of the scotch. It's cold and refreshing. "She's told me. I still think it would be a good idea to at least keep her talking to members of the site so she can screen potential new Whittmen. Her services to us in recruitment of new men who share our ideals is invaluable." Wayne looks nearly shocked at what you just said.

"Son, I want to share something with you." Wayne pushes a button on the desk, "Scarlett, close the door and hold my calls." The voice of the secretary comes over the speaker. "Of course, Sir." The door promptly closes afterwards. Wayne lowers his voice so not to be heard outside of his office. "Bianca here told me we had someone special for my daughter before I flew ya out. I didn't realize how special. John, what you told me about both the incident with my daughter and keeping recruitment going for the Whittmen seals the deal. I want you under my mentorship to learn how to lead the Whittmen. Never before have I seen a fellow Whittman who believes like I do. Every time I've thought I found my replacement, I ran 'em through the same test. Either Jennifer walked over them, persuaded or influenced them, or they crumbled when they faced me."

Wayne takes a long pull of his scotch. You can hardly believe the words coming out of Wayne's mouth. You join Wayne in the drink, choosing to savor the beverage since it's quite good. "You done good, son. Now I'm sure you'd like to get out of this old dusty office and get to enjoying your date. I'll be sure to clear an hour off your schedule a couple times a week for us to meet. Don't worry about the details. Work hard and we'll see how far you can go in Willis Enterprises as well as the Whittmen."

Wayne pushes the speaker on the desk again, "Scarlett, open the door and show these fine folks out." "Of course, sir." The door opens and the receptionist is waiting. You finish your scotch and set the glass down at the desk. "Thanks for the scotch, Wayne." You say as you head out the door. "You bet." Wayne replies.