It was obvious that these guys knew exactly how to do business with Mark. When the company plane hit the runway they had a limousine waiting for, enormous stretched Lincoln Continental. When we got in the thing there were four Eastern European escorts in there. Two of them jumped me right away and they had nearly undressed me before I got free of them. Mark laughed his butt off, then informed me that it was too bad they had not provided enough of them for both of us. Eventually he decided that I got one of them, she was apparently Estonian and she spoke perfect English. For some reason Mark did not like that. Of course I was there to take care of the details. Mark could fire me for spoiling his fun, but there were plenty of other people who could fire me for letting him make a bad deal.

His father in fact did not exactly leave him completely in charge. It looks that way from the outside, but this is a quarter of a billion dollar company and Mark never broke his neck working to learn the finer details of how things work. Partying with beautiful girls is a million times more fun that boring details. I was actually pleased when we sat down to do the deal. He seemed to understand what he knew and when he needed me to cover his butt for him. The other guy seemed disappointed. He had tried to get Mark alone, with a glass of cognac hopefully. He cursed under his breath and told us that we had to give the girls back if we were going to drive such a hard bargain. Apparently they never got the message. When I got back to the room the Estonian girl gave me an incredible massage and she stayed with me for two more days doing whatever I wanted to do.