Incest/Taboo Inheritance

Jesse Lyle Armstrong sat in his office in his home at eight sharp on a Monday morning looking at his cousin Brianna (or Bree as she was called within the family), and his cousin Linda, as they sat across his desk from him. He leaned on his elbow waiting for Brianna to fill out the forms so she could be paid and hired on to his household staff. Jesse noted how Linda wanted to say something yet not with her daughter in the room. Noting the warm smile on Brianna's lips as she handed the application back to him.

"Is... is everything right?" Brianna asked, nervously. Watching those topaz blue eyes scan over the paper. Knowing the seven hundred dollars a week would help greatly her mother with the household bills and saving for her college payment for her first semester.

"When do you want to be paid? Monday or Friday?" Jesse asked, glancing up at his cousin. Knowing with all the directions he was being pulled in Brianna would be a godsend even if she took some of the pressure off him.

"Friday will be fine," Brianna nodded, watching how Jesse's fingers moved over the keyboard his eyes moving across the paper typing in the account number her mother had opened for her when she got her first part-time job.

"Okay, your pay will be deposited after midnight on Thursday," Jesse stated opening the drawer to his right and placing the form in it and closing it.

"Bree, give Jesse and I a moment," Linda said, looking over at her daughter. Seeing her nod before Brianna got to her feet.

"Bree, look into the local charities in the city and compile a list for me," Jesse directed. Since he could never spend all the money Greta left him. He could at least help those who needed it the most. He didn't want praise for it, he just wanted to help those who weren't as fortunate as he was.

"I'll get right on it, boss," Brianna nodded, flashing her cousin a smile as the door closed behind her.

"What can I do for you, Linda?" Jesse asked, once they were alone. Arching an eyebrow when she pulled out a contract from her purse.

"I need your help, Jesse," Linda said, with worry in her voice. "Bree doesn't know about any of this but... my shop isn't doing so well and I was wondering if you'd like to become a silent partner. You would just cover half the operating costs every month," she stated laying the contract before him.

"You want me to bail out your bookstore?" Jesse inquired arching an eyebrow.

"In a manner of speaking."

"But didn't Greta setup a trust fund for you?" Jesse asked, confused.

"Richard..." Feeling her shame flooding her face at being conned by her brother.

"Ah, so he asked to borrow money and his scheme didn't play out, I take it?"

"Yes," Linda uttered low with her head bowed.

"And why didn't you tell this to Greta, I'm sure she would have replenished it," Jesse spoke, arching an eyebrow when he once again leaned on his elbow.

"I was ashamed that I was fooled by my brother. I should have known better, but he's my brother," Linda sighed.

"I see," Jesse muttered, his eyes running over his aunt seeing her defeated posture at admitting her fault. Ever since he's inherited Greta's fortune his family has been pestering him with some wild and crazy investment schemes just like they had done when his grandaunt was alive. All of which he answered in a stern 'NO'. Yet Linda wasn't asking him to refill her stolen coffers or some wild scheme. No. She was simply asking him to save her business. He would never spend 280 million dollars, the interest on the seven billion Greta had left him, in a year. So helping out his cousin in this he had no trouble with. Picking up the contract from his desk, leaning back as he went over it before he had Janice look it over as well. "Do you have your yearly financial report with you?"

"Yes, of course," Linda said, pulling it out of her purse and handing it to him. She sat anxiously as Jesse went over the figures.

"When do you need my answer by?" Jesse asked, setting the report aside.

"By the end of the week would be best," Linda answered, her hands wringing on the strap of her purse. Her eyes glanced to her right as Jesse opened the drawer to his left. Seeing him pulling out a large folder and setting it on the desk.

"Here, this should help with this month's cost," Jesse said, holding out a check to her.

"Thank you, Jesse, you don't know how..." Her voice stilled when Jesse pulled back the check when she reached for it.

"If I'm buying into your store, I want to see it for myself," Jesse said, plainly.

"Of course, you're welcome to come by anytime you want," Linda said, sighing in her mind thinking there would be some weird stipulation to it. Like she would have to suck his cock or fuck him. As she said those words Jesse laid the check in her hand.

"If Richard tries to talk you into another scheme, say no," Jesse said, with a teasing smile.

"Oh, he knows not to now," Linda chuckled remembering how she almost killed her brother when he lost her money.

"Good," Jesse smirked.

"I have to go; I need to open the store. I promise, Jesse, that you haven't put your trust in the wrong person," Linda stated getting to her feet. "Jesse?" Stopping when she reached for the doorhandle.

"Hmm?"

"Why didn't you ask me to do something for you in exchange for this check?" Linda asked, from over her shoulder, not able to bear to look at him with the thoughts that were running through her head.

"Because your family, and you didn't badger me or launch into some get rich quick scheme. Plus, I saw and heard the worry."

"Thank you," Linda said, fighting back her tears. "Jesse, would you mind, since it's hot out, that I came over to use the pool sometimes?"

"No, use it all you want," Jesse stated matter-of-factly.

"Thanks," Linda whispered before leaving his office. Ever since her husband had run off when Brianna was eight, she put all her focus into raising her daughter. So she could understand why she was aroused by the thoughts that were swirling around in her head. Hugging her daughter goodbye, telling her to work hard for Jesse, to which her daughter nodded that she would.

The moment his cousin left Jesse reached forward and punched the number four button on his phone; the speed dial number for his lawyer. His fingers picked up the contract, his eyes running over the first page as the line rang.

"Hello, Mr. Armstrong, what can I do for you today?" Janice's sweet voice came over the line.

"Will you be in your office today?"

"Of course, is there anything in particular you need?"

"Yes, I need you to look over a contract for me and see if it says what I think it says. Also I need you to look into setting up a few charities for me," Jesse said, seeing Brianna standing in the doorway waiting for her invitation to enter. Waving for her to enter, feeling how warm the paper still was from coming out of the printer.

"I can certainly do that. We'll discuss the finer details when you come in. My two o'clock is free if you wish to come in today."

"Two o'clock it is," Jesse said with a nod, hanging up after saying their goodbyes. "So, Bree, what college are you going to?" he asked, going over the list of charities she had printed out for him.

"Antioch," Brianna said, proudly.

"Oh? Heard that was expensive," Jesse stated placing a check mark beside the ones he wanted Brianna to take a deeper look at.

"I know, it's why I wanted to work for you, Jesse," Brianna said, her brown eyes running down his body.

"I see, and what are you going to take?" Jesse asked, flipping over the page.

"I want to be a therapist. I want to help people," Brianna said firmly, causing Jesse to lift his gaze.

"Oh? Do you now? Interesting," Jesse stated that was so unlike the rest of his family.

"I know you think most of us are just out to enrich ourselves, and you aren't wrong on that account. Yet, Mom and I know what it's like to work for a living, like you do. Given how hard it's been since..." Brianna stilled her tongue before giving out too much information. Her mother was prideful and ashamed of being duped by her brother. She didn't want anyone in the family knowing how bad it was for them.

"Oh?" Arching an eyebrow at that, "How committed are you to this?"

"Very," Brianna nodded sternly.

"When do you start?" Jesse asked, placing the last check marks on the last sheet of paper before tossing one of them away.

"August 15th."

"How long do you plan on working for me?" Jesse asked, leaning back in his chair.

"As long as you want me, Jesse," Brianna replied wondering why he was asking these questions.

"Hmm... what kind of degree are you going for?"

"Master's degree, but I'm hoping I can get a doctorate," Brianna said, seeing the smile on Jesse's lips.

"I see you've put some thought into this," Jesse uttered seeing Brianna nod in confirmation. "I have a proposal for you." Keeping his curiosity hidden as his cousin blushed hard when he said that. "That if you can keep your grades above a 'C', your attendance never wanes unless you're sick or some emergency and keep the drinking to a minimum, I know how college is," slyly smirking at her, "then I'll pay for your college. Sound fair?"

"You mean it?!" Brianna squealed when Jesse uttered an of course. Leaping out of her seat, running around his desk and throwing herself into his lap. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Throwing her arms around his neck, pressing her 38C breasts into his chest. Her nose nuzzled his dirty blond hair, "Your personal assistant will do anything you want, Jesse," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. "I do mean anything, Jesse," Brianna purred salaciously. "You want your dick sucked; you just say the word. You want my tight, sweet pussy, I'll bend over this desk right now and let you take me as long as you want. I'm here to see to all your needs, Jesse," Feeling her heat flooding her mound as she rubbed her breasts into his chest. Biting back her gasp when Jesse wasted no time in placing his hand between her legs.

"To all my needs, huh?" Jesse asked, knowing it had to be something like this when she asked to be his assistant. Just like his mother and aunt, looking for a way to get to his money. So he saw no reason not to take what Brianna was offering. It didn't matter if she was his cousin he already fucked his mother. Why not his cousin? Plus, he couldn't keep an eye on their machinations if he was left in the dark, now could he?

"Mmmhmm," Brianna hummed spreading her legs wider allowing his fingers to explore her covered sex.

"Then push your shorts down and bend over."

"Gladly," Brianna cooed in a sultry tone, rubbing her ass into his groin before rising from his seat. "Look at it Jesse, this eighteen-year-old pussy all willing to take your cock in it" Running her finger through her labia. Knowing Jesse wouldn't be doing this so blatantly with the door open if he hadn't given the household staff Monday's off. Jesse just smirked when Brianna gasped as he eased his cock into her hot cunt. Unbeknownst to them they were being overheard by someone.

Linda had returned to the manor to give him something for his kindness to her. She wasn't expecting to return and hear her daughter screaming in bliss as she moaned out how big Jesse was. Pleading with him not to take that cock out as he pounded her. Her years of draught started to show as her thighs began to rub together as her hot nectar began to flow.

"Oh, Jesse! Yes, fuck me! I haven't felt this full in ever!" Linda felt her chest tightening, her buds aching to feel another's hands on them that weren't her own. Biting her lip as she pressed her head against the wall. Her breathing quickening at her daughter's satisfied moans. "That's it, Jesse, come in me!" Pushing off the wall, walking quickly down the hall, she didn't want them to know she had been eavesdropping. Dashing to her car, cranking it, and driving to one of the few secluded spots on the estate knowing she could leave by the exit Jarvis and his wife used. Where she unzipped her skirt and hastily shoved her panties down before she mounted her gear shifter. She didn't do it often only when she was really horny and too far from home, and her horde of dildos, to take care of her dripping pussy. Her car soon was filled with her screaming voice as she fucked herself.

"Is there anything else I can get you, Jesse?" Brianna asked, with a satisfied smile as she stood beside his desk. Feeling his cum dripping down into her panties. Knowing she was going to have to break up with her boyfriend. She had already planned on it given how he was going to college on the east coast and she knew he wouldn't be faithful so far away.

"I want you to take a deeper look into these charities and bring me everything you find on them," Jesse ordered handing over the two sheets of paper to her. "Also," unlocking the bottom left drawer where he stored the petty cash for the household food and whatnot, "once your done with that take the rest of the day off to buy you some more professional attire," he said, handing over the cash. "Return tomorrow same time, be prepared to work."

"Of course, I know just what to get," Brianna said, with a coy smirk as she plucked the bills from his fingers. "I'm thinking lots of skirts, easier access," she mused with a seductive smirk on her lips before turning to go fulfil Jesse's order. Swaying her hips as she left the room. Sure, it wasn't an hour long fuckfest, still it was notches above what her boyfriend could do. Then again, seeing how her boyfriend was the only one she has slept with, she now realized how small he was compared to Jesse. Granted she shouldn't have cheated but in truth she and her boyfriend had been done for some time just that neither were brave enough to end things... until now.

Pulling out her phone, walking towards the grand staircase to head down to the little office Jesse had the staff set up for her. Where she knew she'd be spending a lot of time, where she also hoped to be riding that big cock of his every chance she could. "It's me, we need to talk," Brianna said, once he had answered his phone. "Yeah, I am. I didn't want to do it this way, but I'm rather busy right now. Doing what you say? Do you really want to know? You might not like what you hear." She knew it was wrong to do this, but really, he kind of deserved it. Given how her friend had caught him making out with someone, who wasn't a girl, at a party a few weeks ago. "I'm getting fucked by a bigger cock than what you have. I told you, you wouldn't like it. But hey you didn't care about me when you were sucking face with that guy. So this is goodbye, lose my number."

"Jesse? What are you doing in here?" Brianna asked, after two hours of digging into the charities he had asked about.

"Thinking of turning this room into a theater room," Jesse answered looking over at his cousin when he stood in a small, or small in comparison to the all the other grand rooms on the ground floor, room that appeared to him that hasn't seen use for some time.

"Oh? That sounds like it would be fun," Brianna said, her mind picturing herself on her knees with his cock between her lips. "Here's the info you asked about," she stated holding out the print outs for him. A smile rose the corner of her lips when he nodded at how she had separated each printout so he wouldn't have to wonder which belonged to what. Walking up to him, placing a kiss on his cheek, "I'll see you in the morning, maybe tomorrow you'll let me start the day with a blowjob," Brianna purred into his ear before turning on her heel and sashaying out of the room. She did hope he liked how her ass looked when it bounced as he fucked her from behind.

While he did have a driver, Paul, like the others, had the day off, and in truth he would rather drive himself. Humming to himself as he drove his truck, a truck that his grandaunt had given him before her death, towards Janice's law office. Jesse noted the looks as he slid out of the truck in his high priced suit when he stopped for gas. Looking over, noticing how a woman was digging frantically in her purse as her kids screamed in her old, rusted, dented Honda. While her children appeared to be well-fed, in clean, newish clothes. The woman herself looked like she thought of herself second in her secondhand clothes. Seeing how she was on the verge of tears as her shoulders slumped not finding whatever she was looking for in her purse.

"Is something the matter?" Jesse asked, startling the woman.

"No... it's nothing," she said, Jesse saw the pride in her eyes not willing to ask for help when she needed it.

"You sure? Maybe I can help?"

"Why? What do you want?" she asked skeptically, running her eyes down Jesse's body.

"Nothing, just to help," Jesse said, with a friendly smile.

"Nothing?! Nothing is free in this world," she said, hinting at what men have offered her if she would break her moral code.

"True, sometimes it isn't, sometimes someone simply wants to help out a fellow human being," Jesse said, "here, fill up your tank, it's on me." Holding out his card to her, he noted how she eyed it, and him, warily. "I know what it's like trying to make ends meet when payday is still five days away."

"Why are you doing this? What's in it for you?"

"I saw a person, a mother, who puts her children first, in need. It's that simple."

"You're not going to ask me to do something... uncouth are you?"

"Never. I might be a few things but I'd never leverage a woman like that," Jesse stated watching how her eyes studied his face then dropped to the card. Tentatively her fingers reached out then pulling back thinking it was a trap. So Jesse did what she couldn't. He slid the card through the reader and watched the pump come on. "There, you fill your tank, and get to wherever you need to go," he said, placing his card back into his wallet. Stepping closer to the woman, so no one could see not even her children, "I'm Jesse Armstrong, it's nice to meet you," he greeted shaking her hand, in truth, he had hidden the three grand he carries on him to hand out to those he thinks needs a helping hand. He wanted no publicity, no notoriety, or anything like that. Sometimes people just need a helping hand without the fear of selling their soul in the process. "You use that for whatever you need. I hope it helps," Jesse said, waving to her as he walked away with a smile on his lips.

"I can't take this!" The woman said as Jesse filled up his truck.

"You can."

"But it's too much!"

"Not how I see it," Jesse said, looking back at her. "I see it as helping out a fellow human being who seemed down on her luck."

"But why?! You don't know me?!"

"And? Does that matter, whether I knew you or not?" Jesse retorted politely. Seeing how the woman wasn't prone to receiving a helping hand without some strings attached to it. "I can tell you're a good person, and a good mother. I knew someone like you, she passed recently, I think she would be pleased to know that I could help relieve some of your burden for a while." Jesse noted the tears in the woman's eyes when he said that. "Just when you get more secure in your finances that you help someone that you see is in trouble. That's all I ask."

"Thank you," the woman said softly. "What was your name again?"

"Jesse Armstrong."

"Well, Mr. Armstrong, I appreciate the kindness," she said, smiling sweetly at him. "I'm Ruth Grander by the way." Holding out her hand to him.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Grander," Jesse said, taking her offered hand.

"Maybe we'll see each other again," Ruth said, waving goodbye to him. Little did either of them know of what fate had in store for the both of them.

"Good afternoon, Jesse," Janice greeted as she stood in the lobby of her law office when the receptionist had called her to inform her, her two o'clock was here. "Please, if you'll follow me?" she gestured towards the elevators that would take them to her third floor office. "I do apologize for not being able to see you sooner."

"No, I understand, you got me in when you could," Jesse said, with a warm smile as he took her offered hand.

"So, how have you been?" Janice asked, her eyes slyly running down the expensive suit he was wearing. She had to say it did look nice on him.

"You know how it is, shaking up my employees, family coming out of the woodwork for money, that sort of thing," Jesse chuckled as the elevator doors rolled open.

"Now, what can I do for you?" Janice asked, once they were settled in her office.

"I need you to look over this," Jesse stated handing her the contract Linda had handed him that morning.

"Certainly, just give me a moment." Jesse made it appear he was checking his phone, when in truth, he was checking her out. Noticing how her dark brown hair lightly moved along her blouse as she leaned back in her chair. The way her amber eyes moved across the printed words. How her soft, pink lips were so captivating. The flash of memory flared in his mind remembering how she flashed him her breasts and her red bra. "Seems like a rather straight forward contract to me, Jesse," Janice said, handing it back to him. She knew his eyes were on her the whole time. She didn't care, she wanted him to look, wanted him to know what she has and what she was willing to do for him to keep him with their firm. "Now, you said something about charities this morning."

"Ah, right," nodding, "I want to setup three of them, one to offer ten low income kids a full ride to college of their choice," noting how she wrote down what his stipulations were in earning the scholarship, "then I want to setup one for low income families to help out with bills and such. Lastly I want to setup one that helps provide food for the foodbanks around the city. Also, I need you to do a deeper look into these charities for me," Jesse listed off, handing the printouts that Brianna had given him.

"Awful generous of you," Janice mused with a flirtatious smile.

"Hey, I got money, why not spend it on what really matters," Jesse said, with a shrug.

"Now, I can see why Greta left you everything," Janice stated not letting on that she and Linda were having Greta's death investigated. They both knew of Richard's greed, even Greta had suspected that her son would try something given how fast he was draining his trust fund.
"Maybe you'll tell me some day," Jesse rose from his seat. "I thank you for seeing me, Janice."

"Anytime, Jesse, you just have to call," Janice said, standing up, displaying her 32C breasts to him as she shook his hand. Biting her lip when her eyes glanced down, noting how his pants contured to his ass as he left her office. Her mind wondered what it would be like having her hands on that ass as he fucked her.

Linda was puttering around her bookstore that specializes in rare first editions and text books for the colleges around Seattle. She only had two part-time college employees, minus herself, and only two worked at one time given the limited funds she has to pay her workers. She was cataloging the few editions that had just come in into their computer system before she had Max shelf it with the others of its kind. While she wouldn't cross the line in sleeping with her hot, young, male employees, they were a nice distraction to the dullness of the hours that the store was open. Her gaze lifted at the sound of the jiggling brass bell over her door. Her eyes widened at the sight of her cousin. She didn't think he would come by so soon.

"Jesse?!" Linda greeted, her excitement was clear as day as she noted what he held in his hand.

"Hello, Linda, nice, quiet shop you have here," Jesse uttered as he stepped up to the counter.

"Thank you, I, and my employees, do try to make it a warm, inviting place to visit," Linda said, with a warm smile.

"Ms. Anderson?" Max's voice called to her from the rear of the shop.

"Yes, Max, what is it?" Linda called back not liking the tone in his voice.

"I think you need to call that guy, the spine..." Max stopped in his tracks as he noted the well-dressed man. "Forgive me, I didn't know we had a customer."

"Jesse, meet Max, Max meet my cousin, Jesse," Linda said, introducing them.

"Pleasure," Jesse greeted shaking the man's hand firmly.

"What's this about the spine?" Linda asked, knowing how expensive that book in his hand was.

"The cover is pulling away from it. I didn't want to put it on the shelf in this condition," Max said, handing the book to her.

"I see, yes, this won't do. Thank you, Max, for catching this. Please put it with the others that need repair," Linda directed noting how Jesse was eyeing her interaction with her employee.

"Sure thing," Max nodded, "I have to leave early..."

"I know, your makeup classes," Linda nodded. "You are coming in tomorrow morning, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Max said, with a smile. He got paid well, for little or no work, he wasn't about to miss out on the hours. "Nice to meet you, Jesse," he nodded to him before returning to his duties.

"So, Jesse, what brings you to my humble store?" Linda asked, in truth, she was eager to know what was in his hand.

"To see this place," Jesse looked around the smell of old books filled the air. "Can we talk in private?"

"Certainly," Linda nodded in understanding. "Max, come mind the counter while me and Jesse talk in my office."

"Sure thing," Max said, as he walked back to the front.

"This way, Jesse," Linda said, when she walked out from behind the counter. Leading him along the middle aisle. Noting how his eyes peered at the titles along the spines of the books.

"Are all of them this old?" Jesse asked, offhandedly.

"Yes, I specialize in hard to find first editions and college text books to augment my sales," Linda said, trying to block out the moans of her daughter from her mind. "The box stores have the corner market on the new release books. Didn't think I'd be able to compete with them. Not at that volume."

"Ah," Jesse said, following his cousin through the rear door that led to the storage space and to her office.

"Please, have a seat, Jesse," Linda gestured to the seat in front of her desk as she walked around it. Watching how Jesse placed the very contract she had given him that morning before her. Her eyes widened and quivered at his 'John Hancock' on the dotted line. Relief and stress flooded out of her body knowing the months of worry were now over. "You don't know how much this means to me," she said, looking up with teary eyes.

"Hey, what's family for," Jesse spoke shrugging his shoulders.

"If there's ever any thing I can do for you, you let me know, partner," Linda stated smiling warmly at him. Knowing now she would be able to afford Brianna's college and keep her store afloat. Just then her phone rang in her drawer where she kept her cell phone when she was in the store. "It's Bree, let me take this?" Seeing Jesse nod before answering. "Hey honey! Where are you?"

"Hey Mom! Just got done shopping!" Linda arched an eyebrow at how giddy her daughter sounded.

"Shopping?! Honey we don't..." Her voice stilling not wishing to hint at their money woes.

"Relax Mom, Jesse gave me the money for new work clothes. Have to say I do like how I look in them."

"How much?" Linda whispered, seeing Jesse not paying attention as he fiddled with his phone.

"A grand." Linda gasped. "Not only that Mom, but Jesse also offered to pay for my college while I work for him. Isn't that awesome!"

"What?!" Linda shouted getting to her feet.

"Now we don't have to worry! Isn't that great!"

"Yes, yes, that's great news, honey," Linda agreed, "I'll see you at home," saying their goodbyes before hanging up with her daughter. "Jesse..." Placing her phone on her desk, "why?"

"Huh?" Jesse uttered in confusion.

"Why did you offer to pay for Brianna's college?" Linda asked, her eyes slyly ran down his body. She could feel her womanhood heating at what she had heard and done that morning. Yet, could she do what her daughter had done? Could she lay with her cousin? She needed time to come to terms with that before she made a hasty decision. However, she couldn't deny the thought didn't excite her.

"Oh. Umm... she sounded sincere in our talks and given what you said to me this morning. I thought why not," shrugging his shoulders, "we are family after all. I might need a good therapist some time," Jesse said, with a light chuckle. He knew he would given what he was doing. Sure, he had no wish to fuck his mother or aunt at first, so what if he spent money, he had a lot of it, if it helped to learn what their plans were. Worth it in his opinion. None could take the company away from him, Greta had seen to that before her passing. Plus, if they're willing to cross that line he saw no reason not to take what they're offering. Why not get fucked all the while he kept an eye on his greedy family. "Plus, I have a lot of money to spend, why not spend it on someone or something that could do some good?"

"I see now why my mother chose you," Linda said, with a warm smile. "Thank you, Jesse, I can never repay..."

"We're family, right? Granted, most of them are greedy little cu... you get the idea," Jesse said, catching himself causing Linda to chuckle in agreement. "So, don't worry about it. So, let me ask," watching his cousin sinking back into her chair, "why haven't you asked me to replenish your trust fund?"

"Same reason I was hesitant to ask for your help in saving this place," Linda said, gesturing to her surroundings. "I'm prideful, and very ashamed of being fooled by my brother. You know how it is?"

"Ah, well, we both know you need the cash," Jesse said, when Greta left him everything that included access to their trust funds. He didn't want to insult her in actually saying the amount she had left in it, just that he knew that she was on her last three hundred grand.

"That's very true, Jesse, but I'm not about to ask that you restore my trust fund because of my foolishness," Linda stated arching an eyebrow at her cousin's smile.

"Yeah, kind of figured you'd say that, why I went ahead and did it anyway," Jesse said, smirking when his forty-two-year-old cousin's jaw dropped.

"You gave me thirty million dollars?!" Linda stammered referencing the amount that she had received when she turned eighteen.

"What?! No. Only put ten million in it. The rest you'll have to earn," Jesse said, wondering if she too would be like his mother and aunt. Using sex to get the money they want. "Hey, if they want to sell themselves like that, I'll pay for what I get in return," he said to himself. "Just when Richard comes sniffing do say no," Jesse teased getting to his feet. "I bet he's digging through the cushions of his home looking for spare change with the way he's burning through his fund."

"Probably," Linda said, with a wicked laugh. Getting up from her seat, walking around her desk, and hugging her cousin tightly. "Thank you, Jesse, you're the best person in this family," she whispered in his ear, placing a kiss on his right cheek as she pulled away. "Come by before you head into work, I make a mean cappuccino."

"I look forward to it, cousin," Jesse said, with that he said his goodbyes and headed for home.

Two days later...

"Mr. Armstrong?" Brinda spoke as she knocked on the door to Jesse's office. Knowing how he's been meeting with the other Department heads since he's taken over.

"Bree, give us the room for a minute," Jesse stated looking over at his cousin, trying not to eye how alluring those legs of hers looked as she uncrossed them as she got up from her seat on the couch.

"Certainly, Mr. Armstrong," Brianna said, accentuating his last name in a slightly sexy purr. "I'll just be outside if you need me," she stated flashing him that rather sexy smile she's been wearing ever since she's started her days off with a good fucking in Jesse's office. Closing the door behind her, knowing how those eyes of his would always find their way to her ass when she left whichever room they were in. At first she was apprehensive in sleeping with her cousin, yet she was doing this for her family. Yet when her mother came home all joyous about the news of her trust fund being slightly restored due to Jesse's kindness to them. How she was elated for her mother. She knew how much her mother worried about her dwindling fortune. Knew how much her mother worked herself to the point of collapsing. Now she looked forward to showing up at his house. Her pussy was already wet by the time she would arrive. This was no longer about the money; this was to show Jesse her gratitude for relieving her mother's woes and she did it gladly. Granted the size of Jesse's cock was a very nice bonus in her opinion.

"What can I do for you Ms. Dell?" Jesse asked, leaning back in his chair as Brinda sat down across from him.

"I thought I'd take the initiative and come see you myself," Brinda stated sitting straighter in her chair.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm," Brinda nodded watching him as Jesse rose out of his chair. Her eyes followed him over to the filing cabinet, listening to the metal rollers along the track as Jesse opened the middle drawer.

"You don't mind if we go over the projects your Division has undertaken in the last few years, do you?" Jesse asked, the question was rhetorical.

"Of course not, I'll be happy to go over anything you like," Brinda stated firmly.

"On March 8th, four years ago, why was the funding pulled from that project?" Jesse asked, referring to the Stirling engine site where they were testing to see if it would be a good alterative clean energy source.

"If you read the report on my analysis of the finding, then you would know I fought to keep the project alive, seeing how we were getting good results in the field. Then you also know I was overruled by the board when I objected to their ruling on the matter," Brinda stated factually.

"Let's table the board ruling for a moment, shall we?" Setting aside the file and looking right at Brinda. "Say if the project was given the green light to expand from the testing phase how long do you think it would take to get it up and running?"

"I don't know, sir; I'd have to look at the data and get back to you on that."

"Here, take a gander then," Jesse said, handing her the file.

"Two to three years from this data," Brinda said, handing him back the file.

"I see." Brinda couldn't read his features as Jesse set the file aside once again. "Let's move on, shall we?"

Brinda nodded she knew this was for the future of her Department. She was nervous as hell watching Jesse opening up the next file. She still had five more to go.

"Ms. Dell can you tell me the cause of the failure of the probe we built for the NASA Mars mission?"

"Can I be blunt, sir?"

"Of course," Jesse nodded.

"Some idiot in their Jet propulsion lab screwed up and used metric instead of inches for the probes entry into the Martian atmosphere. Causing it to dive deep into it instead of the original flight path that could handle the heat buildup," Brinda stated truthfully, noting how he set the folder to the right of him unlike the other one.

And so, she sat on the edge of her seat for the entire hour and a half they went over the failed or canceled projects that her Department had been part of. By the end of that hour and a half talk only two folders sat to the left of Jesse while she feared what the stack to the right of him meant. Her nerves were frayed as they had sat in silence for the past three minutes.

"I'm pleased to hear you were truthful in your assessments." Relief flooded Brinda's body at his words. "Let's not worry about failed projects, hmm?" Jesse uttered dropping the stack onto the floor next to him. "Unlike two of your colleagues, you didn't try to spin your Department's failures off on your workers, nor did you speak one word that wasn't in the reports. I like that, and respect that you didn't. So, I hear you came from back east, why did you decide to come here?"

"Your grandaunt was the one who recruited me. I'd met her a few times at Expos and such, this was when she was still attending them," Brinda stated seeing the sadness in Jesse's eyes when she mentioned Greta. "When she offered it to me, I couldn't wait to jump at the offer. I knew I had gone as far as I could at my old job before taking this one. So I packed up my things with my now ex-husband in tow and moved here."

"Glad you did, you and your Department have done a remarkable job in the projects assigned to you even the failed ones. I always thought you learn more from your failures than you do when you win," Jesse stated seeing Brinda nod along. "That being said, have your people run the data on these again, and report back directly to me with revised plans on moving forward," he said, holding out the two folders to her. "I'm very interested to see what you and your people can come up with. If I understand it all, it appears it will be rather interesting to see the final results of the projects," Jesse said, with a warm smile.

"Gladly, sir, I'll get right on it," Brinda said, her heart fluttering in joy and excitement. Placing the files on her lap, lightly caressing the cover of the top one. So very pleased to have another shot at seeing them to completion.

"Now, that's out of the way, I want to visit the lab down in New Mexico, just to see how its run. Get a lay of the land, as it were."

"I can certainly set that up for you, Mr. Armstrong," Brinda said, with a friendly smile.

"Good, you let me know and I'll have my assistant reserve the plane," Jesse said, walking Brinda to the door. "If you need anything you know where to find me."

"Thank you, sir, I'll keep that in mind," Brinda stated, shaking his hand. Pondering who it was that had lied to him and wondering just what Jesse was going to do. "Oh. He's going that route," she muttered to herself when she heard Jesse ask Denton to send someone from legal to his office. She knew one of them had to be the CFO, everyone kept quiet about it, but all knew he had been making a play for Jesse's job when the news of Greta's death reached them. She recounted how the man cursed up a storm when they had been told that Jesse had been named the CEO of the company. Seeing that same young woman rising from her seat and heading back into his office.

"Something wrong, Jesse?" Brianna asked, as they rode the elevator down to the ground floor where Paul waited for them after his meeting with legal.

"Just wondering what to do with liars is all," Jesse muttered unbuttoning his suit jacket as they left the building.

"If they're willing to lie to you, the owner, then what else are they liable to do?" Brianna spoke as she walked beside him.

"Good point," Jesse admitted, watching Brianna sliding into the back when Paul held the rear passenger door open. "Take us to the house, Paul," he directed once he was in and sitting beside Brianna.

"Very good, sir."

"What are you going to do?" Brianna asked, watching Paul walking around the car.

"I'll wait until legal gets back to me before I make a decision on the matter," Jesse answered as Paul slowly pulled away from the curb.

"I know you'll do the right thing," Brianna whispered in that alluring tone of hers.

"Paul, head home, I won't be going anywhere for the rest of the night," Jesse stated, knowing this will give the man time to beat rush hour traffic home. He noted the man's glee and relief in his eyes.​