She Rules The Wolves 74 I've No More F*Cks To Give

Cally looked up from a fruit bowl. She was currently taking all the oranges and stuffing them in her beach bag. "Hmm? Sure no problem. h.e.l.lo Gentlemen! I am Cally Wotan the new Chairperson of Wotan International. I am the majority stock holder, having acquired all of Rebecca Wotan's stock and Olen Hamundarson's stock. Please treat me well!" Jaime Antunez started to speak but Cally just flapped a hand at him. "I am headed down to the cove for some sun and sand. We will meet this evening over dinner here at the bungalow. I will be bringing a lawyer, James Holmes, Ronald's son with me as well as Renard Durand, the Clan Home President. Jaime as you are more familiar with Clan Home, please arrange the food through the Cafeteria of Guild Hall. We will make further plans for our business meetings then. I have a thing. Ta!"

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Cally exited through the rear patio. She wanted a closer look at the pool area. 'Yes, yes this would be perfect for the girls. She could clear out her love nest! She started humming a little ditty. When she was out of human ear range but not werewolf range Jaime could hear:

'I've tried, tried, tried, and I've tried even more

I've cried, cried, cried, and I can't recall what for

I've pressed, I've pushed, I've yelled, I've begged

In hopes of some success

But the inevitable fact is that it never will impress!

[Chorus]

I've no more f*cks to give

My f*cks have run adry

I've tried to go f*ck shopping but there's no f*cks left to buy!

I've no more f*cks to give

Though more f*cks I've tried to get

I'm over my f*ck budget, and I'm now in f*cking debt!'

Jaime was amused and relieved. This Cally Wotan had a wicked sense of humor. "We are indeed fortunate that this Miss Cally is a lot more mellow than her predecessor Rebecca. I heard when irritated she would eat people. Sir, would you like to have a rest, check up on the office, or take a tour of Clan Home?"

Howell was still contemplating his first encounter with a girl who was not intimidated by him. He looked up at Jaime and sneered, "Cafeteria food?" "Ah, about that. It is not what you would expect. They have a Michelin chef. I will call as soon as you give me an idea of what you might like for dinner. I am aware the Wotan family are quite the meat eaters. So I will order Filet mignon with a very nice Catena Zapata Adrianna Vineyard White Bones Chardonnay."

Thomas Howell IV was appeased. A Michelin chef, his favorite meal and his favorite wine. He and Antunez had worked together for a few years. Jaime knew how to b.u.t.ter him up. "Yes that sounds wonderful. Perhaps a cheesecake sampler for dessert? The rest of the dishes we will have the chef decide?" Heading to the bedrooms upstairs Howell said over his shoulder, " I'm going to rest and look through some work. Perhaps a tour later?"

Jaime was happy to see him disappear. He took a big breath and let it out slowly, releasing his tension. He hated bringing humans to Clan Home. Hated it. Having to put on an act constantly. He changed clothes and made a few phone calls and decided to check in with his old friend Sarah MacLeish. He didn't know why he had been summoned and he wanted a better picture of the Wotan.

When Thomas heard Jaime leave he quickly made some phone calls. First to some private investigators that were tied to HIS family's law firm. They were loyal to the death. "Yes I want everything you can get me about the a.s.sets and wills and estates of Olen Hamundarson, Rebecca Wotan, and who ever was the family head before Rebecca. The treasure of Santa Irelia, that was recently in the news, I want to see if it was pa.s.sed to individuals and not one of the Wotan companies. Send everything to my private account." Thomas sneered,'Little girl messing with me is a mistake.'