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In the Hamptons...
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Jun. 9th, 2009 @ 07:35 pm
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Outside a bevy of models, socialites, and heirs to various fortunes scamper about in one of three heated pools and drink alcohol suited to their jaded paletes. The host of the party is not cavorting among them He's a little to busy listening to the news.
"The DOW Jones industrial average rose again today on the strength of good news from the banking sector on new home sales...."
The woman next to him gasps as the second woman with them moves a hand up her leg. He glances over. The brunette is pretty good at this.
"...Stark Enterprises made marginal gains, based on a new contract allowing for defense technology to - " He sucks in a breath. Fingernails slowly moving down his chest makes it harder to think about the news. The big news is out though. He and Pepper won another victory for shareholders. Go team.
"Spells trouble for the beleaguered Williams Munitions..."
Just when the ladies were starting to use their lips on him the phone rings. He ignores it. It goes to voice mail and then it keeps ringing. Whoever this is, they will be kept waiting.
Two hours later, the women are both asleep. He switches off the drone of 24-hour news and calls back whoever it was without bothering to check his voice mail.
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