Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2002 09:25:59 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Orphan - Chapter #22

AN ORPHAN
By
Lee Mariner

September 2002

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Chapter #22

It had been a pretty hectic day and I was feeling more then a little tired
but there was one more thing I wanted to do before Stu and I went up to our
room. I could see Scott Anderson working in his office and looking at my
watch it was almost 10PM. We finished our drinks and as we left the lounge I
steered our path too the front desk and the young lady sitting at the
reservation desk jumped up when she saw us saying "yes sir Mr. Hampton."

"I've seen you here everyday since we arrived and I still don't know your
name." It was obvious she was a little nervous and I tried not sounding like
the owner as I spoke.

"Ethel sir, Ethel Johnson."

"Well Ethel, would you ask Mr. Anderson if he would come out here for a
minute?"

Anderson had taken his jacket off and he was wearing the usual white
business shirt with a black and red tie that he had loosened a little. I
couldn't tell if it was from being nervous or from working but the telltale
dampness under his arms was evident.  He started to speak when he exited his
office but I cut him off.

"Scott, how about a drink? Would you mind sharing one with us?"  I said and
noticed his hesitancy.

"I was getting those records together that you wanted Mr. Hampton but I
could use one if you don't mind. Let me get my jacket."

"Forget the jacket." I said, "You don't need it."

Stu was looking at me quizzically cocking his head but not saying anything.
I glanced at him and he grinned seeing the twinkle in my eyes. As Scott
walked back through his office for the door that led into the lobby I spoke
to Ethel. "Ethel, would you mind getting me a list of the reservations and
occupied rooms and bring it too the lounge?"

"We don't have any reservations right now Mr. Hampton," Scott said
overhearing me make the request.

That surprised me. "What about occupied rooms, how many?" I asked as we
walked to the lounge.

"Only 18 right now not counting the rooms you and Mr. Ricksford are
occupying. I believe 11 of those check out tomorrow, 6 on Thursday and the
7th on Friday. Mr. Granger rented 202 for the week. He usually stays with us
every other month when he has business here in Lincoln." Scott said
following Stu and I.

"Damn" I thought as we walked. A 9-floor hotel with the Branston's
reputation should have many more guests then just 20. It was going to take
some hard work to bring it alive again.

I hadn't paid any attention too the number of people moving in and out of
the hotel since we had been there and I had a hunch it was not going to be
easy attracting paying guests.

Moving around the end of the bar, I pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels from the
back bar with two shot glasses before looking at Stu and Scott.

"Just ice and soda for me Clyde." Stu said.

"Whiskey okay with you Scott?"

"Yes sir and a little soda on the side please."

While I poured the drinks I asked Stu to hand me one of the bar stools, they
were backless and not very comfortable.

Sitting down I looked at Scott and he looked back at me his gaze not
wavering.  I liked that in a man gay or straight and I didn't know which he
was but intended to find out. I could care less if he was or was not gay but
I didn't want someone working for me that had any hang-ups. He was a
good-looking young man, brown hair and eyes, well groomed and from what I
could see nicely built and he wore a gold band on his ring finger.

Sitting the drink down after taking a sip, I took a deep breath, "how old
are you Scott?"

"27 sir and I'm married. I saw you looking at my wedding band."

"That answers that question. How long have you been with the Branston and
what are your plans concerning working here?"

"Mr. Branston employed me 3 months ago. Mr. Martineze objected but there was
not much he could do about it but he didn't like it." He said sipping his
drink his eyes never wavering from mine.

Just as I was getting ready with my next question he took a deep breath and
spoke.

"Mr. Hampton lets be frank. I think Mr. Branston suspected something was not
right and he hired me as a sort of spy for him and I think Martineze knew
this. Martineze acted like he owned the hotel and there were rumors that
there was a deal being worked on and someone was buying the Branston. With a
little more time, I think I would have uncovered enough information that
would have been sufficient for a criminal case of fraud and embezzlement.
Monies were being spent on advertising but the results didn't justify the
amount of money being spent. Restaurant supplies were not of the quality
that justified the money spent. Devon had mentioned that to me a few weeks
ago. The restaurant manager was a friend of Martineze but he was off an
inordinate amount of time and Devon was more or less running it although he
had very little input. The supposed to be limousine service we were
contracted for was a joke. Half of the time there were no cars for guests.
Cody Walton had mentioned this too me but there was nothing I could really
do, Martineze controlled it. He kept those records under lock and key and it
was not until today that I was able to see them. I haven't had a chance to
do an analysis but I'm willing to bet they will show Martineze was
skimming."  Scott stopped for a moment and took another sip of his whiskey
and soda.

The sweat stains had increased some but I didn't think it was from
nervousness but more likely from the adrenalin pumping into his system from
being able to get things off of his chest. I liked him more as he talked and
out of the corner of my eye I could see the attention Stu was paying to what
was being said.

"Clyde, we let the SOB go."

"I know Stu, I'd wish I had him here now. Scott, how much of this does Mr.
Branston know, anything at all?"

"He only knows what I suspected but couldn't prove. I'm still not sure of
what I just told you but I'm pretty sure I'm right. After I can finish an
analysis, I'll know more if that's what you want."
I wasn't sure if what I had just been told was another bombshell or not, I
needed to talk with Robert. Scott seemed sincere in what he had said but he
hadn't answered the second part of my first question.

"You didn't answer the second part of my question Scott. What are your plans
where the Branston is concerned? Do you plan on staying or leaving?" I asked
watching his reaction closely.

He took a few minutes twirling his shot glass before looking first at Stu
and then at me before answering. "Mr. Hampton, I'm married and I have a 3
year old daughter. My wife is a teacher but she can't teach because of
taking care of our child. I graduated from the Univ. of Illinois with a BA
in Economics and Accounting and I worked days trying too earn a living for
us while I was going to school at night for my Masters in Hotel/Motel
Management. I was born in Lincoln and as far back as I can remember I wanted
to work at the Branston. I guess that is kind of foolish but it's all I ever
wanted. I tried but I couldn't get an interview with Martineze for a job, he
wouldn't even talk with me. My dad was in the Army with Mr. Branston and he
asked him for a job explaining how I had tried. When I met with him and we
talked I had the feeling he was suspicious of Martineze and someone else but
he didn't tell me who. I don't know it for sure but I think that person was
Brian Dickson a lawyer here in Lincoln. It's just a suspicion I can't prove.
I mentioned it to Mr. Branston and from the way he got so nervous when I
mentioned it I had a feeling in my gut that I was right. Mr. Branston
visited the hotel several times and he and Martineze would be gone
supposedly on an inspection but Martineze always came back alone.  Dickson
would come in for dinner every evening afterwards and he and Martineze
seemed too have a lot to say to each other. Martineze was always pretty
cocky after Dickson left. You asked me about what I want. I want to stay
with the Branston if you allow it."  He said reaching for the whiskey bottle
and pouring another drink.

Stu had a look of amazement on his face and I was feeling pretty dumbfounded
myself.

"That's a mouthful Scott. Anything else you think we should know?"

Sipping his drink, it was obvious he was struggling with himself. Turning
and facing Stu he looked at him and then me.

"You may not want me after I ask you this Mr. Hampton but since we are being
frank, are you and Mr. Ricksford lovers?"

I could see Stu stiffen at the question but I only laughed saying, "nothing
like being frank is there Stu?"

"Jeez, I should say not Clyde. Is there a sign hanging on our backs or
something? The next thing you know Scott will be asking us about my
brother."

A broad smile spread over Scott's face as he looked at Stu. "I know Devon
Mr. Ricksford, he went to school with my younger brother and I know Cody and
Adam. It does not bother me in the least. To be honest I dabbled once or
twice when I was in college but I love my wife deeply."

"I guess that answers another question I was going to ask but to answer
yours, we are."

"And what was the other question Mr. Hampton?"

"I wanted to ask if you had any homophobic feelings but you answered that
before I could ask it. I don't intend that the Branston is to be staffed
with gay people but I damn sure do not want them excluded if they qualify
should any apply. If you want the job as General Manager its yours but let
me warn you, it's going to take a lot of hard work to bring the Branston
back." I said standing and extending my hand too Scott.

Stu watched intently as Scott stood and shook my hand his eyes shining.
"Tell me how you want the hotel ran and that's the way it will be run. If I
have any complaints you will be the first I talk with but I wasn't expecting
to be General Manager do you have someone in mind as Manager?"

"I'll reserve that until after the remodeling. Would you object to telling
Stu's brother what you have told us? He will be the Attorney of Record for
the Branston and should know everything that has any effect on its
operation."

"Let me know when you want a meeting and I'll be glad to. I'll get those
records for you now." He said turning and walking towards the front desk.

				* * * * * * * * *
Stu and I watched Scott leave and I turned too him. "It's amazing how much
you can learn over a drink and just talking isn't it?"

"I'll say it is Clyde, you almost sounded like Robert from the questions you
were asking. He sounded like he wanted to tell that story. I wonder how much
Martineze skimmed while he worked here. I'm amazed that Branston kept him on
as Manager if he suspected something."

"The real question love, is did Dickson get anything out of it and how long
were Branston and Martineze having an affair. Robert should find that really
interesting."

"An affair? He didn't say anything about that Clyde."

I chuckled softly at Stu's missing the big point. "It surprises me you
missed that Stu. The implication was right there when he was telling us
about Dickson, Martineze and Branston. Remember he said Branston and
Martineze went on a supposed inspection of the hotel but Branston never came
back?  I bet Martineze held that over Branston's head and that's why he was
not able to get rid of him. Don't you remember Cody telling us Dickson and
Martineze were having an affair? You don't think all they talked about in
bed was about making love do you?"

"Jeez, first a lawyer and now you're a detective."

"And we might need one of those after we talk with Robert. Here comes Scott
with the records."

Scott placed a box that had once contained 16oz cans of tomatoes on the bar
but now held the financial records of the Branston. His shirt was clinging
to his chest and it displayed a broad well-formed set of pecs and thick
biceps. I wondered for and instant just how much dabbling he had done in
college with his classmates.

"Thanks Scott. Lock the front door and turn off the lights, the Branston is
closed for now. Tell whoever is still here and too be here tomorrow morning
for the meeting. Goodnight and get some rest, you deserve it."

Tucking the box under my arm and leaning over I whispered in Stu's ear,
"feel like getting some rest, it's been a long day?"

Stu's eyes flashed as he looked at me, "If that's all you have in mind."

				* * * * * * * * *


That was all I did have in mind and it had been a long, long day. It was
almost midnight when we finished showering and were in bed. My mind was
whirling with all the information Scott had given us and I was thinking
about what Robert might say when we told him. Stu moved over close and laid
his head on my chest, his arm over me. His body felt warm and smooth with
the odor of shampoo and Ivory soap filling my nostrils. Usually that would
have been more then enough to set me off but I was tired and everything else
had my head spinning. Stu had said I sounded like Robert but it really was
just letting Scott talk and asking a few pertinent questions. He had been
carrying it around inside of him and the whiskey helped him loosen up and
talk about it. He was a little self-serving at the same time wanting the job
I had given him. Most men can spot the way things are going and switch
allegiances to protect themselves.

I was still thinking when he nibbled my chest with his soft lips and looked
up at me. "Got too much on your mind?"

"I guess I do, you don't mind do you?"

"Sure I do but I've got you for the rest of our lives remember? Lets get
some sleep." He said softly and we kissed gently.

				* * * * * * * * *

A very loud knock on the connecting door woke us both. My hard cock was
pressed up against Stu's ass and his was in my hand throbbing. He twisted
his head around looking over his shoulder at me, "damn and I was just about
to be raped by the best looking man I had ever seen in my dreams."

"It damn better have been me," I said swinging out of bed and picking up a
robe throwing the other at him.

He lay in bed stretching like a tawny cat, his muscles rippling, blue eyes
gleaming and I was tempted to forget the knock at the door feeling my cock
starting to harden. He stretched some more grinning, his hard cock outlined
under the sheets.

"You better answer that before Rob knocks the door down."

"He better have a damn good reason if he does." I growled over my shoulder,
walking out of the bedroom.

Unlocking the door and sliding it back, Rob and Devon walked in carrying a
coffee pot, cups, sugar and cream but I just turned and went back to the
bedroom with them following.

Stu was sitting up in the bed with the sheet pulled up around his waist. He
looked like a little boy with his hair all messed up, grinning at his
brother. "Coffee, great. Pour for me will you Clyde, no sugar."

"I know that." I growled again a little piqued at being awakened so early.
The clock was screaming 6:30 at me its red numbers flashing brightly.
"Christ Rob we haven't been asleep more then 6 hours, why so early?"

"Because Mr. Hampton." He said sitting on the edge of the bed holding his
cup. "You called a meeting of your staff for 9 o'clock this morning and you
mentioned something about driving too the farm. Why were you so late getting
to bed? When we left it was not 10:30."

"Good morning Devon." Stu said as he took the cup of coffee from me. "Clyde
is not always this grumpy in the morning, usually he is more wide awake."

Faking a swing at his head, I sat down beside Robert. "He's right Devon,
good morning."

"Good morning. It's early but I get a kick out of you two picking at each
other like you do. Clyde, I went downstairs while Rob was showering. The
kitchens are just opening but no one is around except for the cooks. I was
going to bring some coffee and Danish up but nothing is ready yet."

"I closed the hotel down last night after talking with Scott Anderson. We
talked with him until almost midnight and he gave us an earful."

"That is an understatement." Stu echoed from behind me.

"Really Clyde, what did he have to say? Maybe we left to soon."

"You did and it was all spontaneous." I said and then continued telling him
all that Scott had told us about his suspicions and what he had learned.

"Anderson was employed by Branston and Martineze couldn't do anything about
it. He was reporting his observations back too Branston and there seems to
be a connection in it all with Dickson and Martineze figuring in. All of the
Branston financial records are in the other room and Anderson will repeat
everything to you later this morning."

"It sounds like you have been right Devon. Devon has told me a few things he
saw going on Clyde and from what you say Anderson has told you it all
meshes. I'll be interested in hearing what Anderson has to say. Are you sure
you can trust him?"

"I'm pretty sure of that but you can form an opinion when you talk with him.
He seems to be a pretty straight guy, no pun intended."

"I will." Rob said. " How about you guys get cleaned up and meet us in the
dining room. Breakfast should be ready by the time you get there if you
don't dawdle." Rob said glancing at Stu his eyes dancing and a grin on his
face. He sat his cup on the end table and chuckling he and Devon left the
bedroom.

				* * * * * * * * *

Rob and Devon pulled the suite door shut and I heard the click of the lock
falling into place. Stu threw the sheet back; his magnificent body gleaming
in the room lights his thick hard cock lying on his stomach. My cock started
thickening, hardening, pushing the terry cloth robe outward and I slipped it
off of my shoulders letting it drop too the floor. Moving closer too the bed
and opening the drawer in the night stand I took the lubricant out and
slowly teasingly covered the aching 9" length as he watched his eyes
gleaming, the tip of his pink tongue wetting his lips. I could feel the fire
of passion and lust consuming me, boiling in my groin as my nuts contracted
and retracted with every stroke of my hand.

Stu opened his legs drawing them up and his arms reached for me pre-cum
dripping from the head of his cock in anticipation. All I could think of was
this beautiful animal wanted me as much as I wanted him and I knelt on the
side of the bed running my hand down over his down covered thigh. Stu
inhaled deeply his chest expanding, pectoral muscles thickening and his eyes
locked with mine.

I knelt there for a moment, one hand on his knee and the other slowly
stroking my cock. My eyes drinking in his beauty, the beauty I had seen so
many times yet found more enchanting each time it was revealed. The golden
gleam of rippling muscles as he breathed slowly expanding and relaxing his
broad chest, the captivating blue of his eyes and the small smile that
played at the corners of his soft lips. Nothing filled my mind except how
much I loved the man offering himself to me wanting the fulfilling pleasure
that was our love.

I moved closer and into the inviting valley between Stu's thighs, his balls
covering the soft sensitive perineum flesh between them and his anus.
Bending down I ran my tongue over his balls feeling and hearing Stu gasp
sucking air into his lungs and then exhaling in a long slow sigh
"yessssssss, yessssss" and I took first one and the other into my mouth
swirling and sucking them tight. He squirmed and arched his back pushing his
groin against my face and I could feel his nuts contracting, moving in their
soft sac.

I held them tight in my mouth with my lips letting his balls rest on my
tongue, waiting for his body to relax before releasing them. Small electric
shocks were surging filling my cock with fire as I leaned forward pushing
his legs up on my shoulders and he gasped again as the head of my cock
touched his quivering anus, the entrance into his hot smooth rectal passage.
His eyes bored into mine as I moved my hips letting the head of my cock
tease him, my pre-cum mixing with lubricant. The cobalt blue of Stu's eyes
gleamed and in the depths I could see the fire of lust and need and I Eskimo
kissed him my cock slowly opening him.

Stu's hands gripped my biceps tight as he felt the pressure and he groaned
softly, "give it to me Clyde, take me please," He pleaded and I pushed
answering his plea. Sweat was pouring from both of us and I felt the intense
heat, stiffening when his sphincter muscle snapped tight around the head of
my cock but I didn't stop the pressure, plunging deeper, deeper reaching for
his bowels knowing I had reached the inner depths when the pressure of my
pelvis lifted his balls and I lifted my torso up on my arms locking the
elbows.

Lowering myself after a few ecstatic filled moments his legs slipped from my
shoulders and locked around my waist. Drawing his body closer with my hands
on his thick muscled thighs, I leaned forward again stretching my legs out
his ass impaled on my thick throbbing schlong. Sweat ran down my chest and
ribs and I felt it mixing with the lubricant between us as if my pubic hair
was a sponge and it was squeezed out with each long slow piston thrust.

Stu's cock had softened as I took him but I watched it grow with each thrust
of my hips, stretching like a thick staff crowned with a regal blood
engorged orb. His hands slowly massaged my arms and shoulders and his face
shone with the pleasure of the feelings he was experiencing from our
joining. I knew how he was feeling from the times he had taken me.  Low
moans drifted up from the depths of his sweat covered chest and my hips were
like a well oiled machine driving my shaft deep into the well of passion we
both felt the speed quickening with each thrust. Our love making had become
like an opiate we both needed and I could feel his heart beating like a
drum, my cock hardening as the seeds of my life surged upwards exploding
with mind numbing force.

We both stiffened and my hips slammed against his ass with a surging force
as we both ejaculated hot molten living streams of sperm. My cock surged and
spasmed uncontrollably filling his bowels and I watched, almost hypnotized,
as he shot great thick loads of his sperm over his chest. My arms felt like
they were being held in a vice as Stu gripped them his body surging upwards
against me, his muscles rippling like sinewy ropes across his chest and
shoulders and his legs contracted drawing me closer and tighter until I was
gasping for air. We both were suspended in that climatic void between
ecstasy and reality and then we collapsed together breathing heavily in the
euphoric after glow of sated and slackening lust.

It took a few minutes for the intensity of our love making to slowly recede.
The sperm from his loins and our combined sweat were like rivulets running
down from our bodies. He slowly played a tattoo up and down my spine with
his fingers as he softly cooed under me. Lifting my head I kissed him gently
our tongues playing games and he had a grin on his face.

"Is that how I make you feel, like grinning?"

Stu gave me a peck on the nose, his blue eyes softly shining. "No, with you
it is always a smile. I was just thinking about what Rob said about
dawdling. Do you think he would call this dawdling?"

"I doubt it but if he does, it's a new name for making love and I love you."

"Me too. Do you know your cock is still buried in my ass? Mmmmm it feels
good, don't take it out, at least not yet. I like it there."

"As long as you grip it like you are its almost like wearing a cockring and
it's only half hard."

Grinning at me with an impish gleam in his eyes Stu started squeezing and
contracting his anus. If he did much more of it, I wouldn't need a cock
ring. The sensitivity was still there and I could feel the swelling inside
his ass. "Keep that up and we are going to miss breakfast and the staff
meeting."

Still grinning, he broke into a soft laugh. "You've never fucked me twice in
a row, think you can handle it?" He said releasing my cock so it could slip
from his ass.

"Try me when we have more time lover."  I said moving off of the bed.

				* * * * * * * * *

Stu and I showered and dressed casually. When we reached the hotel lobby
there was a hubbub of noise coming from the direction of the dining room.
Scott, Robert and Devon were standing at the receptionist desk and when they
saw us get off of the elevator, they walked towards us.

There was a little gleam in Roberts's eyes and he glanced at Devon. Scott
extended his hand saying,
"Good morning" and I shook hands with him. I liked his firm grip.

"Morning Scott." I said as Stu walked past me joining Robert and Devon, I
could almost hear that conversation but I didn't mind if it was helping
bring Robert and Stu closer. "I see you've met Robert."

"Yes, we have had an interesting conversation. I like him. I hope you don't
mind but I brought my wife and daughter with me this morning, I'd like for
you too meet them."

"That's fine Scott. How about the staff, are they all here?"

"All of them are here that are supposed to be and from the noise you can
tell they are anxious. The original staff called for 29 positions, 24 are
here, Nicky I told you about earlier. Martineze, the restaurant manager and
the bartender that we let go last night are not here. I tried reaching
Hector the restaurant manager but his telephone has been disconnected. I
managed to talk with his landlord and he told me he didn't know where Hector
was he had left owing back rent. He has a warrant out for him so I think we
can safely say he won't be back. Here is a listing of the various positions
but I didn't have time to list them by names, I'll get that done later if
that's okay."

That's okay Scott. I won't be needing that just now. Lets eat, I'm starved."

				* * * * * * * * *

When we walked into the dining room, the hubbub died to a low murmur and all
heads turned in our direction. The kitchen staff had set up a small but
adequate buffet along one wall and someone had laid the floor of the dining
room out in a meeting fashion with a head table. Turning to the others I
whispered, "go ahead through the buffet, I'll be right with you" and I
walked up to the front of the room and stood facing the small crowd.
Some were holding a coffee cup or a glass, others were still eating and
forks were suspended between plate and mouth but all were anxious. I didn't
feel any tension just an air of curiosity, apprehension.
I wasn't the worlds best public speaker but I had 25 people that needed
answers too the rumors that had been circulating.

"Ladies and Gentleman, my name is Clyde Hampton for those of you that don't
know already. I'm sure you have many questions about the Branston and me. We
will try and answer all of your concerns as soon as I finish breakfast. So
please, finish yours and we will start shortly."

Stu and the others were sitting behind me. Stu had brought a plate of
scrambled eggs, bacon, hash brown potatoes and toast for me with coffee.
Someone, probably Devon, had placed coffee and ice water decanters on the
table. The hubbub started again, but not quite as loud as before, when I sat
down beside Stu. He leaned over whispering, "You surprise me more everyday."

"I surprise myself sometimes."

Finishing my breakfast with a second cup of coffee in front of me I leaned
back surveying the people sitting around the room. They were mostly younger
people with the exception of the chef's. While gazing over the room, the
door opened and someone looked inside.

"Scott, would you see who that is? If it's one of the remaining guests, make
our apologies and explain the situation. No charge for their rooms but ask
them too watch for the re-opening of the hotel."

Scott returned in a few minutes nodding in my direction. Standing I tapped
my water glass with a knife.

"If everyone is finished, let me have your attention. Let me introduce the
people with me. On my far left is Mr. Scott Anderson whom I'm sure you know.
Are Mrs.& Miss Anderson with us?"

"Their right over there Mr. Hampton." Scott said indicating his family
sitting alone at a table close to the front.

"Join us Mrs. Anderson please and bring your daughter."  I said and a very
attractive woman stood up holding a young girls hand. After they joined
Scott I turned back to the staff.

"Next too Mr. Anderson is Devon Walker whom you also know. On my immediate
left is Mr. Robert Ricksford my attorney and on my right Mr. Stewart
Ricksford, my partner. Robert is one of the partners of the law firm of
Ricksford, Ricksford and Luskins in Baltimore. Robert represents me and he
will represent the Branston." I said taking as small sip of water.

"I won't go into a lot of details except to say that Mr. Stewart Ricksford
and I have bought the Branston from Mr. Clay Branston. Mr. Martineze and Mr.
Hector are no longer with the Branston and won't be in the future. On my
instructions, Mr. Anderson discharged one bartender last night." I took
another sip of water.

"I'm sure you noticed that the main entrance is locked and you are wondering
what the future of the Branston is and your futures. It's only fair that you
should know. The Branston will be undergoing an extensive remodeling and
while it is, all operations will stop while it is being remodeled. Each of
you will receive one month's salary at your current level. If there are any
hardship cases, they will be considered on an individual basis. Those of you
that will consider filing for unemployment, we will assist as much as we
can. That's it in a nutshell, are there any questions?"

"Yes sir." A young man said standing. "We have been hearing rumors about a
takeover but this is pretty sudden, closing Branny down. I don't think any
of us make over $5 and hour except maybe the cooks. Servers are paid $2.25
and hour and tips make up any difference. I know you don't have to pay us
anything but $10 a day is only $50 a week not counting tips."

"Good point. Any others?"

"Yes sir, I have one. Will you hire any of us back after you finish
remodeling?" A young girl in the back said standing a little hesitatingly.

"Each one of you will be given first option on re-employment. I would like
for each of you to give Ms. Ethel Johnson your current addresses and phone
numbers before you leave today. Ethel, where are you? Stand up please. In
addition, you all will receive a bi-weekly newsletter on the progress of the
remodeling so be sure your addresses are current. Ms. Johnson will be the
editor and if you have any input during the remodeling give her a call. Any
other questions?"

"Yeah, how about the "cooks?" An anonymous voice growled from the audience.

I looked in the direction of the voice but there were several people that
might have said it. That irritated me some. "I don't know who said that but
lets be perfectly clear. We are trying to help you out as much as we can and
the criterion I have just told you applies too everyone with the exception
of Mr. Anderson, Mr. Walker and Ms. Johnson."

The voice growled again "Why them, the special?"

I snapped my head in the direction it had come from but still could not
identify the person. I could feel anger rising inside of me and I stared in
the general direction the faceless voice had come from. "If whoever said
that does not have the guts to stand up and address me face to face, he does
not deserve an answer. This I will say to whoever said it. It is none of
your business as to the why and I am not obligated to tell you or anyone a
damn thing. Is that clear?"

An almost deafening silence spread over the room and I was breathing heavy
trying to control my anger as I looked out over the faces looking up at me.
What I had intended to be an informative meeting seemed to be turning into a
confrontation on the basis of one voice injecting suspicion of my motives.
Walking around too the front of the table, I leaned back on the edge with
both hands gripping the edge.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I apologize for the brief loss of my temper. Usually
I am able to confront an accuser face to face but it seems someone of you
prefers to remain unknown. The Branston is not unionized and everyone has
the right to ask questions- - -  "It should be" my unknown antagonist said
but this time I saw him sliding behind another employee and I walked slowly
across the floor to where he was sitting. Stu said "Clyde" but I ignored
him. Two men sitting in front of the man who was trying to hide moved aside
under the steady glare of my eyes and I stood silently for a minute looking
at the unkempt individual hunched down into himself.

"What's your name sir and where do you work in the Branston?" I asked softly
holding him with my eyes.

This loudmouth clod sat quietly for a minute and then mumbled something that
sounded like Richard or Rictor.

"I didn't hear you, what was your name?" Someone from the group said,
"Richard Montel, he's an assistant cook."

"Thank you." I said my eyes not wavering. "Well Mr. Montel, someone has
called you a cook. I think they are being generous in their appraisal. I
would say your appearance is that of a longshoreman not someone that
prepares food for public consumption."

"How would you know? You ain't seen me cook." He growled defensively.

"No, your right I haven't and it's not likely that I ever will. That is
unless I was to visit some slop house. My question is how you remained here
at the Branston but I'd rather not know. Mr. Anderson!" I called over my
shoulder.

"Yes sir." Scott answered standing.

"Mr. Montel is leaving us. Would you escort him out and pay him the one
months salary I promised? Be sure he signs a receipt as payment in full for
his services. Any objections Mr. Montel?"

Montel did not answer, he just glared at me sulking as he stood. I almost
wished he would do something but from my experience in the Navy and on the
Baltimore docks, most sulkers seldom did but I didn't take my eyes from him
calling out again. "Stewart would you go with Mr. Anderson and Mr. Montel?"

I heard a chair scrape the floor behind me and then Stu come into my vision.
He walked behind Scott and Montel and I watched until they walked out the
door before returning to our table. I felt strangely calm and in control as
I sat down and reached for my lukewarm coffee. I could see everyone looking
at me and only a few heads were nodding as they talked quietly. "Lets take a
break. Freshen your coffee if you like or get something from the sidebar. We
will continue in a few minutes, FRESH."

"It looks like I'm not getting off on a very good footing Robert. What do
you think?"

"You did exactly what I would have done Clyde. There is usually one or two
of that type in any business. If you are going to do what you have said you
are, it's always better that you find the discontents early."

"I intend doing exactly that but I don't want the staff thinking I'm a
dictator."

"None of them have left Clyde. I think you know what you are doing although
you might not. Here come Scott and Stu, buck up and lets get this over if
you still want to drive up to the farm."

"I do." I said tapping the water glass again. "If you will take your seats
again please, we continue."

After a few minutes Scott and Stu rejoined us and after everyone was seated
again and I stood.

"I'm sorry for what just happened. But before we go on, does anyone else
feel as he did?" I said scanning the group. No one spoke or stood.

"Good, I appreciate it. I said earlier that the Branston would be completely
remodeled and it will. Each of you will receive the pay I mentioned and we
will consider any special cases on an individual basis. We will help you all
we can. Those of you that leave your addresses with Ms. Johnson as I
requested will be kept informed of the progress in reviving the hotel. I'm
feel sure that most of you realize her condition and if we are to be a
viable entity in Lincoln we must be able to offer top services in appealing
surroundings. The Branston does not just belong to Mr. Ricksford and I. She
is yours. Each and every one of you are her heart and she won't survive
without you regardless of how well she looks. The Branston will not be
operated as she was before. . . ."

I hadn't expected a standing ovation but everyone stood applauding and my
friends behind me had joined in. I glanced at Stu and he was beaming, his
eyes shining. Robert moved behind me and leaning over he whispered in my
ear, "You should have been a politician."  I just grinned at him raising my
hands.

"Thanks for that. Everything I have just said is written in stone, you will
receive what I said but it is for a leave of absence. When the final plans
are completed, there will be work for each of you that want it. I don't know
exactly what but believe me there will be. The past is gone and we have only
the future. Mr. Montel asked if Mr. Walker, Mr. Anderson and Ms. Johnson
were special. Yes they are. Mr. Anderson will be and is the General Manager
and Ms. Johnson is his secretary if she wants the job. Mr. Walker will be
the Manager and Supervisor of all dining facilities. Those appointments are
effective today. Mr. Ricksford and I have other positions in mind but they
will have to wait for now. Right now you number 23 but that will change. I
don't expect anyone to do the job of two people. Consider yourselves the
nucleus of a new and better Branston."

Another round of applause shook the room and I held my hands up again to
quiet them.

"If there is nothing else, thanks for your time. Give Ms. Johnson those
addresses and everyone return on Monday for your checks. If anyone wants to
meet with me privately, I'll be here for another half hour. Thanks again."
I said turning too Stu and Robert.

"You never cease to amaze me. I could hug you if there weren't so many
people here." Stu whispered and Robert shook my hand.

"Clyde, I think you better go back too school and get your law degree. I've
never seen a jury turned the way you just did."

"I couldn't have done it without you guys. I was scared silly."
Unconsciously putting my arm around Stu's shoulders, he didn't move even
though I saw Scott carrying his daughter with his wife walking towards us.

"Mr. Hampton, my wife Veronica and this is Melissa."

"Nice meeting you Mrs. Anderson. Scott has told me about you and Melissa."

"And he told me about you Mr. Hampton. I really appreciate what you are
doing for Scott."

"He deserves it but I'm sure you know that."

"I guess I do but thanks anyway."

"Your welcome. He has quite a job ahead of him. If you will excuse me, I
think Ms. Johnson wants to see me. Scott would you wait for just a moment
and talk with Ethel and I?"

"I'll be with you in a few minutes hon, take Melissa." Scott said handing
his daughter to his wife and turning back to Ethel and me.

"Mr. Hampton I do what the job and I appreciate it more then I can tell
you."

"I thought you might Ethel, it starts today. The personal files are in my
room. Would you get them and condense the information they contain. Scott,
you and Ethel outline the newsletter I promised and we will go over it and
the personal files tomorrow. I've got to go up to my farm in West Point and
that will take the rest of the day. I forgot one thing. Keep two maids on
payroll until all of our guests are gone and then one afterwards so our
rooms can be cleaned and double their pay for now. You might ask them if
they could clean the dining room also. Is that okay Stu?"

"Of course. I never was much at cleaning." He said with a grin.

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The hubbub died out as people left but no one else came to see me. Devon
suddenly appeared from the lounge carrying a tray of Bloody Mary's sitting
it on the table."

"You are a life saver Dev." I said.

"I thought maybe we all could use a pick-me-up after that session. I think
everyone was relieved when you canned Montel; he always was a troublemaker.
He was Hectors butt buddy so not much could be done about him."

"Butt buddy Dev. Really?" Robert said holding his drink halfway to his lips.

"Yes Rob, but I don't have first hand experience, just word of mouth from a
couple of people that do. He always gave the busboys a fit."

"It's a good thing we found it out now. If everyone is finished with their
drinks, how about we head for the farm. We can stop at a diner that Cody and
Adam took Stu and I too for lunch. Stu must think I'm on a diet from what he
fixed for breakfast."

"I know the one you mean Clyde, Diner 77. Gerry Manning works there. I sure
would like him on my staff, he's good."

"Ask him then Dev." I said as we walked towards the lobby. I had forgotten
all about Nicky and he was standing with Scott at the front desk talking.

"Nicky, I thought you were in school until this afternoon?"

"I was Mr. Hampton but they called a teacher's meeting for this afternoon.
Sorry I missed the meeting, Mr. Anderson was just telling me about it."

"That's good. Scott, fill Nicky in and Nicky, come back tomorrow and we will
talk. Will you do that? We are in a rush right now."

"Yes sir, no problem. I'll be here." He said softly.

"See you then."  I said leaving the hotel.

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