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father’s.”
    “Was?”
    “Yes, sir. He left it to me when he passed away two years ago.”
    “I’m sorry for your loss,” I say, with an empathy I know exceptionally well. I lost a parent young, and it’s something you never get over. “Who’s fronting the other half of the start-up capital?”
    “Me, Ms. Jameson and her family.”
    As public servants, Ms Jameson’s parents couldn’t afford to fund the entire project. If they did, it would draw unwanted and unnecessary attention to their financial situation. I know Senator Jameson wouldn’t want this given his political aspirations. Hence, the Senator punting his daughter and her gorgeous partner in my direction. And I’m ecstatic that he did now that I’ve met Keisha Beale, but I’m playing my interest close to the vest. I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong idea, because if I were to be able to convince her to be my submissive, it would not be about valentines and roses. Love is not something I have a desire to exploit with anyone. Not even a woman as lovely as herself.
    “It’s a terrific idea in principle. The right financial backing, guidance, and mentorship would make it even more viable. This could work.”
    “Guidance and mentorship? We’re not in the market for another partner. Ms. Jameson has a dual business degree, complemented by mine in music. The idea and all the intellectual property of Kente Studio Records will be ours and only managed by us.”
    I rest my back against the chair. “I’m a silent partner in all the projects I finance. I leave management to their own devices until some foolhardy move compels me to break my silence. Also, location is paramount if you expect any crossover clients, and neither I nor the demographic you want to appeal to will drive into south Chicago on a regular basis to patronize a fledgling business.”
    The truth is I’ll want her closer in proximity to me in her work and living arrangement if she’s to become my submissive. It may be a foregone conclusion on my part, because I can tell from the look on her face, she’s not buying what I’m selling right now.
    “You can’t tell me there isn’t sufficient clientele on the south side to patronize our business. As we tap into other markets via the internet, it will only serve to increase our customer base.” She is even more beautiful when she’s annoyed, but I don’t relent.
    “The talent may be there, but I would require you to be in a thriving business corridor if you’re going to use my money to fund this project.”
    “Sounds as if you want to control us, Mr. White.” Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding! Ms. Beale guessed correctly for the win. She stands her ground, though, a trait in her that I find admirable. “Like I said, we’re seeking venture capital only, not a partner.”
    But I want to be your partner in more ways than one, beautiful girl. If only she knew. In my head I have her trussed up in my playroom on every apparatus I own. She would be magnificent in my Grotto. I quickly respond to her, so she won’t think I’m giving in so easily.
    “I haven’t achieved the success I have without exercising control in every aspect of business and life, Ms. Beale.” I smile, because what I’m about to say next is utterly ridiculous given my means. “One doesn’t just hand over a quarter of a million dollars to a couple of female upstarts without as much as a serious gut check,”
    She bristles before responding to my push-back. I am going to fund this project, if for no other reason than to get to know Ms. Beale better. I am utterly intrigued by the submissive underneath the spitfire.
    “We may be female but we’re not upstarts. We’ve been out of college more than two years, and we’ve made all the capital improvements to the building and done the due diligence to get this business up and running.” Her nostrils flair, and she’s resplendent in anger. I have to see how far I can push her.
    “Regular audits of your books and site