47. Still KazMunaiGas with its 1,767 million barrels was the play if one was going to be made. Ben would be there just in time for the companies Annual General Shareholders Meeting, ready to carry out Doyle's takeover bid. But this had to be done just right, greed had a way of enhancing business and cultural misinterpretations. And, Greed, your own or your opponent's, is one of the sins most easily exploited on the checkered field of games great and small.
49. Doyle smiled at Ken with a sneer. The question could not be answered. The chocolate wars cost lives and a fair share of respect on the world stage. That was then. The play now is oil. Crude oil. Billions of barrels of crude oil still in the ground, worth $200 a barrel once the plan is executed. "We lost the game, Ken. We moved on the dairy market and underestimated the Dairy Queening move. So what? Oil is in play now. We're moving on the action. You're in or you're out."
51. It wasn't the best hand, but there weren't many that could beat it, and before the game shifted back from the game of probability to the game of certainty, Ken would have to make sure that he knew where all the queens were and how they stood ...starting with Sheila.
There were lots of holes.
While Doyle had stacked the Company board of directors with favorable lackeys, the Shareholders were none to happy about the recent misadventure and they needed someone to act in their interest or lose the whole venture.
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Originally posted by coquette54. "No not here it would be too obvious" he typed back, " meet me in an hour at the Rendevous,down on Harbour street and go in through the back door. I'll let them know to let you in, and Sheila tell no one".
53. Sheila glanced at her buzzing Blackberry and texted back, "Sure, Ken, dinner and drinks are fine. Leave from here, or meet somewhere?"
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Originally posted by Great Big Stees55. When Sheila told the cabby where she wanted to go he said, " Do you know the area madame? It is not a place for a woman of your ilk". She said, "I appreciate your concern (she looked at his liscence), Parjit, but I can take care of myself and please take me to the back door". After she'd paid the driver and he was on hs way she approched the door and knocked three times. After a moment there came a voice from within asking who it was. She replied " I was sent by Ken, my name is Sheila". She heard a series of bolts and locks being slid and finally the door opened to reveal a little bald man in a three piece Armani. He said, "Come this way please Mr. Ken is waiting for you".
54. "No not here it would be too obvious" he typed back, " meet me in an hour at the Rendevous,down on Harbour street and go in through the back door. I'll let them know to let you in, and Sheila tell no one".
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Originally posted by coquette60. " Latest adventure?" she yelled, "You are taking this all as if it's a game Ken and we both know that it's anything but. First it's 'corner the chocolate market, then it's cheese and now Oil. What's next nylon stockings?" As he was pouring her a flute of Champers she took out the silenced SaturdayNight Special from her Gucci hand bag and as he turned to give her hers she let him have it right between the eyes. He never knew what hit him. She knew it was going to be tough to get out of there the way she'd come in so instead she headed to the ladies room and a window to the alley. Parjit was waiting there with his cab taking her to the airport and a flight to Berne and Fritz.
59. It was a parlour done in burgundy velvet. A magnum of champagne was breathing in an ice bucket. Ken smiled broadly and stepped right over to lead Sheila to a plush sofa. "Come, let's talk over a champagne. We need to talk about this latest . . . . adventure . . ."