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Eve and I have enjoyed a nice meal. She is cleaning up the dishes and I am attending to paperwork.

I have an email from Mr. Belmonte, asking me for a copy of my visa. OK, I know what he wants but, what he really needs is a copy of my ACR-I card. I send that to him, CC'ing Cynthia, only to get back an email from the lawyer asking for the visa. I patiently inform him, with a CC to Cynthia, that the visa was only good for entry into the country as that status, temporarily. It has long ago expired. The 'I card' functions like a green card in the USA. The visa in the passport is meaningless.

The idiot continues to complain. I send him an email, copying the rest of his world back there, explaining that if he is going to be this stupid, incompetent and intransigent on such a simple matter that, as far as I was concerned, we were already at a stopping point. I can see no way to work through any legal matter with him. I attach once again the scan of my 'I card.' The card notes the status as 13A and Permanent Resident.

I get an email from Mr. Anderson and another from Mr. Packer. Both telling me that I will never hear from Mr. Belmonte again. I am frankly dubious that they can work around their attorney.

But then I receive a letter from corporate counsel for the company. In it, she tells me, that I was fully right in my presentation and assertions. She will be the one to deal with the legal matters for me. She trusts that she will not be as 'blockheaded' as Mr. Belmonte. Next I get an email from Cynthia.

Good! I told Packer that his attorney was an ass!

An email containing a standard consulting contract for me comes through. I can and do sign it. It is scanned for now and I will send it in the mails as well.

I expect I will not see the other contract, the one for Bayan Na, for a while. I just sit back only to hear Eve say, You scared me in those emails.

You mean about the attorney?

Yes.

Never be nice to an attorney. It's bad form. It's sorta like feeding the bears in Yellowstone Park.

Huh?

Sorry I scared you. It's OK now.

Here it is very dangerous to argue with an attorney.

In the USA, it is not. Sometimes it is required. It's a different culture.

Gordon, are you going to give me a job and leave me?

You worrying about what Cynthia said?

Yes.

Oh, Eve, she's just jealous.

I don't think so. I think she tell me the truth. You have my virginity, Gordon. You have my love and my heart. Do not be evil and leave me.

As Eve is talking, she is unzipping my fly, unbuckling my belt, opening my slacks. Pulling my slacks and boxers down, she has my instrument of desire, hard in her hand. She lowers her lips to my glans. She licks up and over. She encases my glans between her lips and slides her lips down over my shaft. And then, back up. She looks up, her eyes looking up at mine, before returning to her mission. For a female who didn't know what giving head was just a day ago, she is doing a remarkably proficient job of it. She is working me in earnest effort. She pulls her head off me, and is stroking me with her right hand. I am doing correct?

Uh-huh.

I watch videos like you show me. I learn how to do this. And she licks again. I do everything you want. Always. I learn. She returns to giving me head. I like head but, right now I want to be inside Eve. I stand her up from the squat she is in, remove her dress, remove her panties, remove her bra, and take a good appreciative look, before I turn her over the desk and enter her cunt from behind. I am fucking her and Eve is talking. You think I look OK? I not pangit?¹ Gordon, find us an apartment. Oh, Gordon, harder, my love. Harder. Yes! Good! Oh Gordon, I am so full. You stretch me!

I reach under Eve and grab a nipple. Eve bucks her hips into me. She is gasping and moaning. Her cunt is dripping and lunging backward to meet my thrusts. It doesn't take much longer to send Eve into orbit. The screams are intense. I fuck her right through it and bring on another orgasm. If she wasn't already on the desk, she would have crumpled. Now she is almost weeping, crying. She is whimpering, Yes, I be good, Gordon. I be good. You see. I be good. I yours. Forever. Yours. Forever. Yours. Forever. Oh, Oh, OH! And she cums again.

This young lovely girl is everything a man could ever want. But I already have a wife. Jana is a good wife and she is just as loyal as Eve now professes to be. I am a rat bastard as I loose my cum inside Eve.

We clean up. Eve sets up the computer to answer Cynthia's email. I get an email from an engineer who reports to Cynthia. He is asking what computer hardware we have here. In return I ask, what would he prefer to deploy on? His answer is a Linux platform with virtualization. That makes sense to me but, I am not a guy who can deploy it. Maybe Jana has a lead on the guy she mentioned. I tell this guy that we will follow through to provide that. He sends me some recommended processor, storage and memory specs.

I get a sample contract for Bayan Na. I am a bit surprised. It provides for all I have hoped but only as long as I am in control of the project. Should I be removed from the development, all software is to be removed and the development agreement is void. I get why they are doing that. I just didn't expect it. The rest looks fine and I ask for a final copy, so that I can forward it to Jonathan. I do send Jonathan a draft, explaining that it is not in the final form. I 'CC' the email to Cynthia. She needs to see whose company this is.

It's now 6AM, and 3PM in San Jose. We call it a day. I tell Eve we won't need to come back until midnight. The sun is well up by the time I drive home. Janna is up. As I go to the shower and bed, I drop a copy of Cynthia's first email on the table along with copies of the contracts. I know Jana will read them. I am under the sheets by 7AM.

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It's 4PM. I have showered, dressed and am having a meal of fried rice and tuna kinilaw.

She has a lot of nerve.

You mean when she says I am hers? Yeh, I told her she would get push back on that. I also told her my choice of her had nothing to do with anything other than pure business. I pointed out to her that after all these years, she should know that about me.

Good. How did she take that?

Other than griping that it wasn't fair that she couldn't use her feminine wiles on me, she was happy to have my business. Actually she doesn't really have any business, as they don't make a cent on this.

But she stands to make a killing if they can roll this out to others here.

Yes, and actually, so do we.

Yes, I am not unaware that you may make more now that you are retired, than you did when you were employed.

Yeh, weird.

Who will you get as your assistant?

It must be someone with all the major languages here, including Muslim and a business degree.

Yes that makes sense. How long will you be doing these late hours?

It might be for a while. I'm not sure. Did you get a lead on that guy who knows about data centers?

Maybe. You ever run into an American named Jake?

No.

Someone said he's been here for ten years. Has a place here. But no one I know has met him. No one knows who his wife is. It's weird. I asked, if any of my friends find a contact for him, to text me. Just an hour ago I get a text from a Filipina. Name of Mitch. She is not local. She writes in Tagalog. She do know some Cebuano but not ours, like how they use it in other places maybe. She not know Ilonggo. She prefer Tagalog. Anyway she is asking what you need. I ask her if this is for Jake. She answer, she do the work now, not Jake.

Mitch, a girl?

Yes, I think so.

OK well, this is probably not going to work but text back this. I give her the specs I got from the engineer.

Five minutes later a text comes back in English.

OK we can do this but, suggest these upgrades to your specs. How fast do you need this?

I text back

Once I give you the 'go ahead' how long will it take?

One week so that we can burn the system in and make sure it is stable.

How much?

The answer is less than half what I paid for a Dell Edge server a couple of years ago.

OK I can get you the money in two days. But I don't know you and I don't know this Jake. How can I be sure this is really OK?

OK, Jake will call you. What number should he use?

If he's calling now, he can use my landline.

I give her the PLDT number.

OK assuming I decide this is OK, where do I bring the cash?

We will come for it. Where should we come?

I tell Mitch that I will check and that I will text her with the location once I have everything ready. I give her my cell number as I have been using Jana's cell phone.

I hand the phone back to Jana and just shake my head. That was weird. I hope I didn't just get burned. I can't talk to Jonathan about this until he sees the software contract.

Not more than five minutes later my phone rings.

Hello?

You Gordon?

Yes. Who are you? It's an American accent in my ear.

Jake. My girls tell me you need a good server. That right?

I need a Linux Server that is set up for virtualization. I texted your Mitch the specs.

Yes, she showed it to me and a suggested upgrade. Can't say I see any issue with this. It's pretty standard stuff and the upgrade is just because we live in a challenging environment. You need anything else?

Like what?

Well, no offense but, it sounds like you aren't going to be the one really in the box. I would think you want a Cisco ASA for protection and VPN access. Your contacts asked for that?

No, but I expect they will.

Well, let Mitch know. She can get you set up. I used to do it but, I have handed the business over to her and Abbey.

Huh. OK. So tell me, how come none of the expats I know have ever even heard of you?

Just lucky I guess. Didn't come here to hang out with expats. Got what I need and am happy about that.

So servers were your business?

No. We used servers and built our own but, no. Still, I don't figure anyone can build a better server than we can. You won't be sorry with what you get.

OK. Well, you're just a disembodied voice without a face but, I guess I need to take this on faith.

Oh hell, fuck faith. You need references? OK, you tell me you were in retail. You ever deal with Summit Labs?

Yeh.

You know anyone there?

Used to but, I imagine they are gone now.

Got a name?

Yeh. And I mention a couple.

OK, I think you can still find them on Linkedin. Ask them about me. And he gives me his last name. I thank him and hang up. I find him on Linkedin. Sure enough it lists his residence as the Philippines. I send a couple of emails to old contacts just to verify but, I guess the guy's for real.

Tonight we may see the final contract for Bayan Na. There's not much else we can do until they sign it, so I will just be hanging out I guess. That raises the issue of just what I am going to do with Eve. I thought I was going to get a fuck buddy out of the deal. She sure is not thinking of 'us' in that way. Even when Cynthia told her she'd be running a big operation, she looked unhappy that it might mean losing me. I had hoped she would see it as a promotion of sorts. Maybe she will later.

This evening I can relax at home, watch some TV and decompress. My best guess is that we won't see the final legal draft until close to six in the morning. I emailed the attorney asking for an early turnaround of the paperwork, or it would sit here until after the weekend. We will see. I don't think it's likely the attorney gets it that her Friday evening is my Saturday morning. If I don't have something from her by Thursday, she won't get anything back until her Tuesday.

This weekend, Eve will look for an apartment. As much as Cynthia thinks I have this all planned out, she is very wrong. Or at least my plan has gone sideways.

Jana is filling me in on doings among our friends and acquaintances. I am half listening. She tells me that she got a call from Jonathan today. My ears pick up. He has told her that I have done a wonderful thing for his company. Jana should tell a Miss Everly, what she needs and Everly will take care of getting it delivered. Jana asks what the scope is and Jonathan tells her not to worry about the scope.

I have been enforcing a no email policy away from the 'office' but now I break my rule and fire up the laptop.

There in my inbox are a series of emails between Jonathan and Cynthia. . He is asking her what the software his company is going to get is worth. He is told that the value of all the modules, fully implemented, which is what he is getting, is worth about $500,000. Yes a cool half a million... of course it is also true that no company this size in the USA would need all this, still that is what he is getting. But on top of that, Cynthia, operator that she is, tells Jonathan that I would be getting a quarter of a mil a year to do this work. Now that's a stretch but, she sure has increased my stock with Jonathan. If that is not enough, Cynthia tells Jonathan that I am one of the top guys in my field in the USA and that others would just about kill to get me. Now, that just isn't true. Sure, I am good but, I am not unique.

All this was going on while I showered and slept. So Jonathan is already on board. That's good to know. It is also good to know that Jana has Eve's name.

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I get to the office about 11:30 and it has changed. A wall has been removed. The office is twice as big. Instead of the cot I have asked for, there is a bed. There is also a fridge, a microwave, and a hot plate. I put my food in the fridge. When Eve walks in fifteen minutes later, she has a bemused look on her face as she asks, what has transpired. I show her the emails between Jonathan and Cynthia. I don't provide any comment. Once she appears to be done reading, she looks at the laptop, and then at me, and down at the laptop and again up at me. Gordon, you can have any woman you want on this island. If you think I don't know this now, you are very wrong. You are a very important man. Whatever you want I do for you. All you do is ask.

Oh, Eve, she is exaggerating.

OK, maybe but, it is really based on truth, right? I mean I see how bad they really want you. You cannot tell me they didn't. I see it. I believe she is telling the truth about the cost of their software. I know you say that in the USA, no company needs all this but, we are not in the USA. You say that yourself. Jonathan will give you anything you want. I know this because I get a text from him. He tell me to get anything Ma'am Jana want. I already text her to say I ready to do that.

She answer you?

Yes, I meet her tomorrow. I tell her that my hours will be irregular. She ask why. I tell her that Jonathan select me to be your assistant. She say good. She want to meet me.

I bet she does.

If I heard that right, Jana will have heard that Jonathan selected her, not me. That is good. I further heard that Eve has not told her she is already working for me. That was either very lucky or Eve is very very smart. She is setting the table herself. I choose to assume intelligence and not luck.

The laptop is running. If mail comes in, I will hear it. There is little to do other than wait and talk. I mention the server and mention Mitch's name. Eve knows Mitch and Abbey. They had both gone to MSU. I ask her if they were capable of doing what I was asking for. Eve thinks so. She tells me that there were times they seemed to know more than did their instructors. They sailed through college. This is a big city but sometimes it functions like a small town. Eve asks for Mitch's cell number. I provide it and as late as it is, she texts the girl. Mitch clearly is texting back and a series of messages are swapped. In the middle of this, I ask why a girl has a boy's name. Eve giggles. Gordo! Her name is Michelle.

OK, I deserved that. That Eve is comfortable to say it to me, is a pleasant surprise. Especially after what she had said just a bit ago about doing anything I asked of her. In the span of an hour I have seen three different parts to Eve. She is subservient to my desires, smart enough to set the table very skillfully for her meeting with my wife and cheeky enough to razz me playfully. Thinking about Eve as a one dimensional character is a fool's mission. She is establishing herself as a force in my life. I think I will survive this. Will Jana?

OK, the server will be here next Thursday.

Eve, I haven't paid for it and I haven't gotten Jonathan's blessing for it.

You will and you will. I told Mitch that it is needed. We will pay. She say OK. They will get started tomorrow.

Eve is right but, did I authorize her to act? Yes, implicitly when I told Cynthia she should accept Eve's decisions as if they were mine, I did. I never told Eve she needed to check with me. She had every right to assume she could read my needs and intentions and act on them. This may be a very dangerous precedent. I will have to watch closely, how she moves forward with this.

I email the engineer in the States and give him the final configuration for the server we will get. I get an enthusiastic response. He says whoever is handling things for us over here, knows their business. I email back asking about a 'Cisco ASA.' His response comes back in no more than 30 seconds. Yes a Cisco ASA 5505 for now. Later we can move that into the field and replace it with an ASA5512-X.

OK, we'll get that, is my reply. Eve, text Mitch that we need a Cisco ASA5505. Fingers fly and a few minutes later it is done.

Eve walks over to the bed, sits down on it and pats the mattress.

I look at her. Eve is a fine looking girl. We have made love, worked side by side (a little) and are building a trusting relationship. She sits there wanting me to join her on what amounts to a formal declaration of all this, love on a real bed, not stolen on a desk in an office.

She will be with Jana in less than twelve hours. My cum will still be inside her at that moment most likely. She has a sweet smile on her face. Her dress is sexy. Her heels are high and convey the suggestion that this is no innocent babe in the woods. Her make up is minimal but highly effective. Eve's shape is without flaw and exquisite. This twenty-year-old wants her man. I get that.

Take off the dress, slowly and sexy-like.

Eve gives me a little bit of a smirk. If I want it sexy, I will get it sexy. In a languid motion, Eve rises, stretches, with hands high above her head, bends over as far as she can go, which in this case looks like there is a hinge in her spine as her body folds over on itself. Her hands touch either side on an ankle before she slowly rises up, hands sliding up a calf, the sides on a knee, up the lower thigh, catching the edge of the dress and pulling it up as her hands continue to slide up her upper thigh. Her hands have now reached her hips. She grabs the gathered up skirt of her dress in both hands and slowly pulls the dress up over her head, hair of her head being pulled up with the dress and then cascading down on her bare shoulders. She tosses the dress, still in her hands, to me.

She stands there, in panties, bra and heels, hands on her hips. Like what you see, Gordon?

Yes. Yes, I do, Eve.

Good. Now come and fuck me.

This is no giggling little girl. This is a woman who has decided to get what she wants. She removes her bra, and then her panties, without breaking the look she is giving me. I can't say I have seen this look in my own life very much and never with anyone other than Jana. I am too busy desiring the female in front of me to be considering the meaning behind all this.

As I approach Eve, a smile is evident on her lips and in her eyes. I am not sure what she is thinking but, something is there as she puts her hands on my ears and pulls me in for a kiss the likes of which could never be called simply friendly. If she could devour me, I suspect she would.

Her hands are now behind my head pulling me in tight. Her breath and mine are synchronized, lips, tongues enmeshed in a ritual of bonding. Her hands and arms are now encircling my shoulders, her breasts pushing fiercely against my chest. She pulls me down onto the mattress, almost in a tumble, rolling me on to my back. Her legs bent and surrounding my hips, her hands pushing my shoulders into the mattress, her lips still pressing on mine. She moves, quickly, sliding down, away from my lips, hands attacking my belt and pants. Eve just about rips my pants and boxers off me.

She slides back up on me, grabs my shoulders, pulling me over on top of her. Fuck me, Gordon. Fuck me hard.

Her hand is on my rigid desire, stroking it and guiding it home. She swings her legs up, tilting her pelvis up to meet me. I push in to a tight but, not resistant, welcoming cunt.

Eve is wet. Her cunt is hot with desire. Her hands once again grab my neck. Her legs lock around my back as I penetrate her, deeply, and with great need of her.

I have not been paying attention to her words as we have been fucking but, I do now. She is exhorting me, claiming her primacy. Do I tell her, no, that Jana has primacy? She is challenging me to do that but, I do not. I do not say a word as she pulls her head back, looks me in the eyes and makes her claim on me once more.

No, I do not argue. I cum inside her.

All she says now is, Good.

We have been lying on the bed for some time, just holding each other when I hear a tone telling me that there is some new email. Eve stops me from getting up. I will see. Relax. She goes to my laptop, checks the mail and smiles. Gordon, Cynthia says she had the attorney email the final agreement to Jonathan. She thinks they will have it back, signed, before she leaves work today. She is asking for a Skype session with me. OK if I do it now?

Ha! Get dressed first!

OMG! OK, Yes.

Eve picks up her dress from the floor where it ended up and slips it over her head. She combs her hair and straightens up a bit before returning to my laptop and starting a Skype session.

Hey, that took long enough! What were you doing? Getting your clothing back on?

Eve has a panicky look on her face and is totally flustered, not knowing how to respond.

You were! Oh my god! I did catch you! Eve! You are blushing! I can even see it via Skype! Oh girl, I am SO jealous!

Ha! Yes and you can't have him. Gordon is mine!

Yes, I believe he might be. Can he hear us?

Yes. Eve giggles.

Gordon, you are in deep trouble with this one, boy. Did you know she emailed me all the answers and provided me scans of all the types of documents Bayan Na uses today? And Gordon, baby, I don't mean a sample invoice, I am talking about the complete document chain. The team here is both beyond happy about that, and are also laughing their asses off. They can't believe any company can be so screwed up as to do what they are doing. I told them, based on what Eve told me in an email, that this is the standard practice throughout the Philippines. They all decided to go to the bar and drink to our good fortune. No matter what we charge, we are going to pour money into owners' pockets there. But you knew that before you contacted me, right?

Yeh, Cynthia, I was well aware of all that. I am also not surprised in the least that Eve took the initiative to get you all you needed. Anyone who underestimates Eve is a fool. I speak as one who initially did just that.

Aha! That explains it. She's got you by the short hairs. You know that?

Well, I prefer to think that she is making sure the table is set with a place for her next to me.

OK, that's a nice way of saying it. Look, as much as we all agree, Bayan Na desperately needs our code, we need to talk about how we will change all the processes and what the fallout will be. Eve has given me a heads up that some documents are needed to satisfy government agencies there. I think she mentions the BIR?

Yes, the Bureau of Internal Revenue.

Oh, it's their IRS?

Yes, but, remember they have a VAT, and so it's more complicated.

Uh-huh, we deal with that all over except the USA. So, she tells us, we do have to kick out some extra paper because the BIR doesn't accept electronic transmission. She also mentioned that every staff member Z's out their drawer. That almost all payments are in fiat currency. There is almost no debit or credit card activity.

Yes, that is the case. Also no discounts are available unless paid in fiat paper.

So the owners are not reporting some things?

Can't say one way or the other. I don't know. Why? That does not have anything to do with inventory.

Hey are you dressed yet? Can you get on camera?

Give me a sec.

Oh gee. Gordon, get with it! Actually it does have an impact on how we account for some inventory. So do we build in a dual book option?

Yes. Do you do this elsewhere?

Officially? No. In practice? How do you think we sell into some countries?

Fascinating.

See what you don't know by sticking to the USA?

I learn something new every day, Cynthia. Every day.

Betcha do too!

So you have a hidden flag field?

Yep.

And the merchandise gets listed as damaged... a loss?

Oh! You're good. Yes, exactly, one way you show a loss and the other way you show the sale and the profit. It looks legal to anyone who is looking. The only “tell” is that the receipt the customer gets has a receipt number that gets reused in the next 'proper' sale in the books. So if a customer gets two invoices, sequentially, and one was a hidden sale, the invoice numbers will be identical. There are no gaps in the receipt numbers the government sees on the books. Most governments don't go back and match the 'valid' receipt the customer has to the receipt record at the company. And Gordon? You need to brush your hair before you go home.

Gee thanks. Are we done now?

No, when will the server be available?

Seven days from now.

OK, so we are done until then. If I have anything else in the meantime, I will email Eve.

Not me?

Oh sweetie, there are many things I need you for but, not now. Let me know when we can get onto the server.

We are done both for today and for the next few days. No evening sessions for a while. It is only 3AM as we leave the office following having cleaned up. I get home, get a shower and get into bed, accidentally awakening Jana briefly in the process.

Done?

Yes, for a week maybe.

Good. And she returns to sleep as I try to find the same blessed thing. But sleep seems to be elusive. I am thinking about Jana and Eve's meeting in just a few hours.

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Chapter 5