Sex and the City Contract

Even in New York, a black Bentley driving past still attracts countless amazed eyes.When they came to a commercial building with glass curtains, the car stopped, and a few seconds later, a young man walked briskly to the black and bright rear window.

The young man is tall and thin, with half-length brown hair that seems casual but is precisely tucked behind his ears; he wears sunglasses on his face and has a fashion magazine in his hand. He flips open the magazine and opens the folder to reveal the On the rear window, a full-page advertisement with him as the protagonist can be seen impressively.After a while, the car door opened, and the young man quickly got into the car.Then Bentley walked away again.

"Mr. Broadis, what do you think of this ad?" the young man smiled and asked the people sitting in the car.

Lawrence Brodys, who was just the boss of the construction company four years ago, is now the president of the Drakkar Group.His pale blond hair was brushed back, accentuating his sharp gray eyes.

"I've already seen the advertisement. The effect of the advertisement is very good...the most important thing is that you like it." Lawrence reached out and took off the sunglasses on the young man's face, "Don't wear sunglasses in the car. Archer, you have a good-looking one face, don't cover it."

Archer obediently asked the other party to take off his sunglasses, "I don't know how to thank you."

"You don't need to thank me extra. In Shangyanshang, your agency and endorsement company have paid for it." Lawrence frowned lightly. It can be done more elegantly.

"I know." Archer looked at Lawrence meaningfully, "But I'm not the only model in the agency."

"Archer, I want you to understand that I'm not doing this to fuck you. It's because you 'are' my bedmate and I want you to be happy."

Archer gave a sexy smile and turned to kiss Lawrence's lips.Lawrence held Archer's face in one hand, while the other reached into his clothes and gently stroked down his back, into his jeans, and straight into the crotch.Fueled by deep kisses and caresses, Archer began to twist his body against Lawrence.

Lawrence licked and kissed Archer's ears and neck. Hearing Archer moan softly, his breathing gradually became irritable.

A few minutes later, Lawrence suddenly stopped, and pressed the black partition window separating the driver and the rear seat,

"Mr Broadys?"

Lawrence said to the driver with a calm and serious tone, "Eddie, the time is right now."

He looked at the IWC on his wrist, and the Breitling clock on the driver's console.

"Come pick me up on time in 75 minutes. And please stop by Carmine's for my lunch: poached chicken breast sandwich on whole wheat bread, no salad dressing or mayonnaise, lettuce salad, Tuscan olive oil and Modena Balsamic vinegar with buffalo Campania. And Expresso.”

"no problem."

A black Bentley stops in front of a building near Central Park.Archer followed Lawrence out of the car and walked into the building.

"Mr. Brodys, hello." The concierge greeted him politely immediately after seeing him, and Lawrence also nodded.

They entered the elevator, and Lawrence pressed the button. "My house is on the top floor."

"I can't imagine that I can go to Mr. Broadis's residence." Archer was a little excited, but Lawrence smiled and said nothing.

The elevator door slid open smoothly, and Lawrence walked out first to open the only door in front of them. "Please come in."

Archer walked into the room with a smile, and as soon as he stepped through the door, the smile on his face froze and he was dumbfounded. "good……"

The room is tall and bright, full of space, and a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park; but there is not even a piece of furniture in the room.

"It's so spacious..." Archer was almost speechless in astonishment, so he could only politely say, "Mr. Brodys...do you live here?"

"This is my house, not my house," Lawrence said with a smile, "I'm staying at a hotel." Pulling Archer closer, he began kissing him.

Archer frowned, "Here?" There was nothing in the room, could it be done on the ground?

"There is a very comfortable bed in the bedroom next door." As he spoke, Lawrence continued to kiss Archer along his ears, neck, and collarbone, and then unbuttoned his shirt. clothing……"

Archer leaned into Lawrence's ear and said softly, "Didn't you say that 'dedication' is the most important thing?"

"Well behaved, I'll give you an extra reward." Lawrence smiled appreciatively, and slowly unbuttoned Archer's jeans, licking his tongue along the midline of his abdomen, all the way to his lower abdomen.

Archer closed his eyes, his muscles heaving at Lawrence's teasing.

Suddenly, Lawrence raised his head, "Ja?" He didn't know who he was talking to in German.

Archer opened his eyes in astonishment, and found that the other party was still wearing a mobile phone's Bluetooth headset on his ear.

Lawrence continued in German: "...I'm going to have lunch now, call me in 75 minutes and we'll talk."

Archer reached out to take off the headset, but was blocked by Lawrence, "Don't touch my Bluetooth." He then buried his head in Archer's lower abdomen and played with it for a while, then stood up, nibbled Archer's chin, and then went up He licked and kissed Archer's lips, raised Archer's legs to his waist, and carried him into the next bedroom like this.

An hour later, there was the sound of water in the bathroom.Archer lay in a bare bedroom with only a king-sized Thai teak bed, wrapped in Pratesi sheets.He had no idea what this man's values ​​were: having such a nice house and not living in it, not having any furniture but being so particular about beds and sheets.

After fumbling for a while, Archer took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his clothes scattered on the floor, and took out one to light.

"Don't smoke while I'm in this house." Immediately came Lawrence's voice from the bathroom.

Not long after, Lawrence came out in his bathrobe and began to change.

Archer looked at Lawrence's naked body, with a height of 190 cm and a strong and strong figure, like a real model of Michelangelo's "Bacchus" statue, and couldn't help but be fascinated.

"You can get more sleep, it doesn't matter how late you sleep," Lawrence said.

"Do you need to lock the door for you?" Archer reached out to Lawrence for the key.

"Don't worry. The cleaning lady will lock the door." Lawrence looked indifferent. "And there's nothing to steal here."

"You'd rather give the keys to the cleaning lady?" Archer asked in a dramatic tone.

"Would you like to help me sweep the floor?" Lawrence smiled and kissed Archer lightly on the mouth, "Being a model is more suitable for you."

Archer was silent for a moment, and tentatively asked, "Can we meet on Saturday?"

Lawrence shook his head resolutely, "I'm going to play, and I have another date."

"Are you dating a player?"

"No, it's a psychiatrist."

Archer froze for a moment, "I didn't know you saw a psychiatrist."

"I don't watch." Lawrence said bluntly, "I fuck her."

When Lawrence went downstairs, the black Bentley was already waiting at the door.After getting in the car, he ate lunch while talking into the Bluetooth headset, and the remote control business developed.

"... Finish the reports for the first three seasons. I'll go back to the company to read it... No way, Montezemolo is the boss of Ferrari, and you actually prepared a Mercedes-Benz car to send him off? I don't know if their team is a deadly rival... Change it immediately, Give that Pollock painting..."

After finally ending the call, Lawrence took the opportunity to take a sip of coffee. "Yes?" After taking a sip, someone contacted him immediately, it was his secretary.

"Mr. Broadis, Metropolitan Bank Chairman Jeff Gusman is looking for you."

"It's the 'former' chairman." Lawrence corrected, "From tomorrow onwards, Metropolitan Bank will belong to the Drakkar Group, and I'm the boss."

"I was wrong, please forgive me. In short, Mr. Gusman is looking for you very urgently."

Four years ago, Metropolitan Bank did not accept the investment plan, so Lawrence turned to other investment partners for cooperation.During the four years, he gradually eroded the whales and acquired 70.00% of the shares of the Metropolitan Bank. At the same time, Jeff also caused a deficit due to human errors in operation. As a result, he had to sell his personal assets to save the embarrassment of bankruptcy.Lawrence then repurchased most of the property originally under Jeff's name.

"If it's something related to the transfer of assets, he needs to find a lawyer first." Lawrence said a little impatiently, "I bought his house at a price higher than the market, and I'm already saving face, but I can't solve it. all his financial problems."

"No, Mr. Broadis, it's not about the house." The secretary hesitated, as if he didn't know what to say. "Mr. Gussman is in the hospital. He said he wanted to see you . . . before it was too late. "

Hours earlier, Jeff Gusman had sat for the last time at the antique Victorian mahogany desk in the Metropolitan Bank chairman's office, lighting a top-of-the-line long-filler Cuban cigar for the last time with the gold lighter on the desk.

He opened the drawer and took out a file with a red cover.He had never looked at the contents carefully, but after reading it carefully now, he had to admit that it was really a great plan.However, it was too late.

The wolf-like Lawrence once vowed that "within five years, he will become the leader of the industry through this plan." Now, in only four years, Lawrence has already realized his dream, even faster than he predicted. Estimated a year too early.

Gusman shook his head. What exactly has he been doing these four years?How many wrong decisions did you make and how much did you lose?

This is not something that one can easily let go of.

In recent years, he has put most of his energy on his young wife.Her youthful vigor gave him the illusion of rejuvenation; he handed over most of the company's decision-making power to her, knowing that she and Gabriel were not getting along well, so he sent Gabriel to study in France, and even...

"Tsk! Damn it!" Jeff suddenly remembered a very important thing, and he tapped his forehead hard.He took out the keys, walked out of the office quickly, came to the parking lot, and got into his Mercedes-Benz.

In the past, John, the driver who always drove to pick him up, has found another way out.After not driving for too long, Jeff felt a little rusty.From this moment on, he has to drive by himself. The first time is a novice and the second time is a familiarity. Driving is like playing golf. He told himself: golf needs swing, and driving depends on the feeling of a car. It only takes two more days to get it back.

Jeff held the steering wheel with one hand and dialed the lawyer on the phone with the other.This action was also handled by the secretary in the past, and he only needs to answer.It took some work in the confusion to finally find out the lawyer's number. "Isaac? It's me, Jeff."

"Oh, Jeff. What's the matter, is there still a problem with the transfer of property rights? I really did my best to exert pressure..."

"Not exactly that...Anyway, I need to meet with you, it's very urgent. To save time, you prepare first..."

"Wait, Jeff, I'm out of the office right now. I have to go to court later. Can't tomorrow?"

"Damn! Tomorrow may be too late..."

Old Jeff was so focused on the phone that he didn't notice a big truck approaching at the bend under the bridge.

"Jeff, what do you want me to prepare?"

It wasn't until later that Isaac understood exactly what materials Jeff Sr. wanted him to prepare.

However, it was too late.

When he arrived at the hospital, Lawrence's secretary was already at the door of the emergency room, constantly looking at his watch and waiting for him.

"Mr. Brodys..." Seeing Lawrence approaching, the secretary immediately went up to give him a general report on the situation.

But Lawrence reached out to stop her, and continued to talk to the other side of the Atlantic through the headset in Italian. "...Luca, comevannolecose...si, appunto..."

"Sorry, mobile phones are prohibited." A nurse pointed blankly at the "Mobile Phones Not Allowed" sign on the wall.

"...I'll call you again." Lawrence pulled off the Bluetooth headset and threw it back without even looking at it. The secretary hurriedly reached out to catch it.

"Where's Gusman?" Lawrence frowned impatiently. "Don't tell me that the reason he asked me to come here is because the cholesterol level is a little high."

Ten minutes later, Lawrence walked out of the hospital with a livid face.When passing through the gate, he kicked over the trash can next to him. "Old fox!"

Sitting in the black Bentley, Lawrence put on the bluetooth headset again. He clenched his right hand and hit the palm of his left hand hard, and began to yell angrily.Through the partition window, the secretary and the driver in the front seat could clearly hear his roar, and they couldn't help but looked at each other in surprise.

A few minutes later, the partition window was slowly lowered, and Lawrence returned to his usual calm face.

"Mr. Brodys, what instructions do you have?" The secretary immediately asked wittily.

"Called the lawyer and said I'd come over and have them have all the Met and Jeff Gussman contracts ready."

"No problem. Should I tell them when you will arrive?" The secretary looked at the PDA. "Let me remind you that you have a meeting in 25 minutes."

"Cancel the meeting. I'm going to the lawyer now."

Jeff Gusman's coffin slowly lowered into the grave.

"Man is dust, and he will return to dust." The priest sprinkled a handful of dirt on the coffin in the tomb. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

It is said that Jeff Sr.'s funeral was originally supposed to be a "simple private ceremony". However, in addition to the guests who were invited to express condolences, there were also many uninvited people who came to watch the fun in the cemetery, and flashing lights could be seen from time to time. One after another flickering.The refusal to "refuse interviews" in front of the cemetery obviously has no effect.

The reason why a funeral has attracted the attention of finance, financial reporters, and even entertainment news paparazzi is not only because Jeff Gusman's asset status has been one of the focuses of the financial section in recent months, including Lawrence's The presence of so-called "business tycoons" and "golden bachelors" is also a key point.

The solemn but high-end guests and the sad but professional live music made the funeral feel like a banquet, except that they stepped on green grass instead of red carpet.

Lawrence stood in a slightly remote place, deliberately keeping a distance from the crowd, trying to stand on the sidelines.However, his outstanding height and worth still made him one of the attention points. Many people pointed at him and commented, which made him feel impatient.

"I can't deny that Jin Jie is really a beautiful woman." Gary whistled lightly, "Old Gusman's taste is not his fault."

Ginger Gussman wore a black Chanel suit, her face was half hidden by the black veil on her hat, and she performed her last performance as Mrs. Gussman as best she could.A group of people gathered around her, trying to comfort the overly calm widow.

"She'll drain your sperm first, and then your gold." Lawrence yawned, and said unceremoniously to Gary, "Also, if you want to hook a wife, you'd better ask your husband first." It’s the same even if you’re a widow, not to mention you’re stepping on someone’s head right now, so you should be more polite.” Lawrence pointed to the ground, implying that they were still in the cemetery.

Gary spread his hands, "I'm just talking, how can there be so much money to raise a big whale. Besides, Jin Jie's next target should be you, Your Excellency."

After finishing speaking, Jin Jie looked in Lawrence's direction from a distance, and gave a meaningful smile.Gary sarcastically said: "It seems that you not only repurchased Gusman's assets, but even his wife and children generally accepted."

Lawrence gave him a blank look.

Gary smiled and said, "No kidding. I have a piece of news: Do you want to know who the beneficiary of old Jeff's insurance is?" He glanced at Lawrence, "The price of the news is that you have to give me an intelligence. "

"How do you know the confidential information of an insurance beneficiary?" Lawrence asked curiously.

"I've got insiders. Being one step ahead is the surefire way to invest." Gary pulled the silver cigar tube from the inside pocket of his suit and pulled out the long-filler cigar inside, hinting at the reliability of his grapevine sources. "Learn, lad."

Lawrence shrugged, with a look of indifference. "I think for Ginger, that money is just icing on the cake."

"You know?" Gary stared at Lawrence incredulously, "Damn... the person told you himself?"

"Since I want to accept it in a general way, this information is the most basic." Lawrence said mockingly, with a helpless tone.

"Well, I have to say, this kind of occasion often reminds me of playing roulette." After a moment of silence, Gary said thoughtfully: "All the gamblers bet their chips on the numbers they are optimistic about. There are too many people betting on the number, although it is safe, but the rate of return is relatively low; and although the probability of unpopular numbers is small, once you win, you will get back your money. In front of our eyes—” Gary pointed to Jin Jie, “there are popular numbers The Fire Red No. 13 has opened several games in a row; in addition, it is the black NO.[-]—”

Gary pointed to a black figure, which Lawrence recognized as Gabriel Gussman.No expression could be seen clearly on the face wearing big sunglasses. Compared with Jin Jie's stars and moon, Gabriel stood alone beside the tombstone, like a black ghost, with only the priest by his side.While talking to the priest, he took off his sunglasses. The sad shadow covering his brows made his originally blue eyes turn violet, and the dark eye sockets were a little swollen.He was not as childish as he was four years ago, but for some reason he seemed more arrogant.

"Jeff's second Chinese-French mixed-race wife left him the only heir. However, the years have been unlucky, and he has lost several games in a row and lost all his money." Gary shook his head, then changed the subject, and asked tentatively: "Rom Lance, if I want to enter the market too, from the standpoint of a good friend, which one would you suggest I bet on? The red number seven or the black number 13?"

Lawrence glanced at Gary, and sure enough, the three words were not far from his own line. "That depends on whether you are operating long-term or short-term."

"It means that black NO.13 has a hole card to turn around?" Gary looked like he had dug up important secrets, his eyes were wide open.

"The hole card? I hope not." Lawrence said a little angrily. "So far, the red number seven has the upper hand. However, things are unpredictable."

The black Bentley passed through the gate and stopped in front of the single-family mansion connected to the vast garden. Lawrence got out of the car and looked up at the exterior of the British neoclassical building in the early [-]th century. From this moment on, he was the mansion The owner of the mansion.

Walking up the steps, the door opened before Lawrence's hand touched the knob.Butler Roland Nelson saluted him respectfully.

"Welcome home, Mr. Broadis."

Lawrence nodded restrainedly, he needed some time to get used to the fact that he had a butler.

To be honest, Lawrence didn't like having outsiders in the house. He hoped that he was the only owner of the house and didn't need to worry about other rash eyes and ears.Before living in a restaurant, the waiter would only show up when he needed it.Before that, he lived alone and took care of everything by himself, which was almost the ideal situation.

However, until now he has no choice, all thanks to that old fox Gusman.

After Lawrence stepped through the door, the lawyer and secretary also followed in his footsteps.Lawrence and his party went up the spiral staircase. Before they reached the stairs, a tall and thin figure blocked their way, "Who are you? What are you doing at my house?"

Gabriel clasped his hands in front of his chest, with an offended look on his face, as if Lawrence and the others were active criminals who broke into houses.

Lawrence frowned. After four years, this brat is just as annoying. "You do not know who I am?"

"Whoever you are, this is my home, please get out." Gabriel didn't even have the will to think about it, he just wanted to drive these people away angrily.

"Sorry, to be honest, you are the one who should go out." Lawrence squinted at Gabriel and sneered, "From today onwards this is my home, not yours."

Then Lawrence turned his head and ordered the housekeeper Nelson to gather all the servants to the hall on the second floor, leaving Doubly stunned and stunned to stand at the stairs.

"First of all, I am very sorry for what happened to Mr. Gusman." Lawrence cleared his throat, "You have served him for so long, it may be difficult for you to accept the new owner and new discipline, which I can understand. "

From the gardeners to the cleaning staff, all the servants gathered in the lobby on the second floor.Everyone's eyes showed uneasiness and doubts, and they didn't know what the new owner wanted to do.

"I have to confess to everyone honestly: I'm not used to having a helper at home."

Hearing Lawrence's words, the servants looked at each other: Does this mean expulsion?The hall was suddenly filled with a paradoxical atmosphere.

"Although I am a person who follows classicism, this is not the Middle Ages. Just like a boss, a servant is a profession, not a status." Lawrence continued after a pause, "I know everyone's situation, because the front room The Lord's financial situation is tight, and it seems that you have owed your salary for several months, and it is difficult to find a job now, so I have a proposal."

Lawrence asked the lawyer to take out the contract from the briefcase, "I will pay off the wages owed to the owner. After you get the wages you deserve, you can choose to leave or stay and work. However, those who choose to stay , will be compared with the new employment regulations: a three-month probationary period, and then it will be renewed into a formal contract. Except for the housekeeper, Mr. Nelson, other people are not allowed to live here like before. They have to come to work in the morning and go back at night; because Those who need to be asked to stay will be paid overtime. Is the above clear?"

After discussing with each other, the servants made their own decisions, some stayed and some left.Lawrence didn't really care, because the next thing was the real focus of his worries.

"Mr. Nelson, please find Mr. Gussman Jr."

"Don't bother." Gabriel was standing at the door without knowing when, and old Jeff's lawyer Isaac Meyer was also beside him.

"Mr. Broadis," Isaac said first, "I trust you will not discuss anything with my client without a lawyer present."

Lawrence's face sank, he gritted his teeth and stared at Isaac, cursing old Jeff "the old fox" in his heart.

"I also believe that you must remember that you promised to fulfill old Mr. Gusman's last wish in the hospital that day. There were third parties including doctors and lawyers present, so your promise is regarded as an oral contract and has legal effect. "