Chp28 dynasty falls
Saturday: Fairmont hotel. Seattle
I wake to a sunny bright Seattle day, scattered showers and intermittent gray skies. I shower an contemplates the day. I'm headed to meet, my new cousin at her house. A barbecue pool party for some other cousin inbound from New York. I can't believe how much my live has suddenly changed. I have paternal cousin who like me. I wish my father and his parents had lived to see this. I straighten my dress, as the door vibrant with force. I open to Mr. Jorden, the senior butler, with a food cart. He wheels in the cart, sets up the small table with a continental breakfast with bacon. Someone has been long distance calling. I sit a eat as he sips a coffee.
"You want the bad or good news first." He starts
"Bad" I say with dread.
"Several of the new hires, lack papers, we had to let them go, but they showed up this morning. Jeff hired them with promises of work if they perform personal sexual service for him, and his friends. I already fired two Valets, and the assistant bookkeeper, I had to call the police as several of the eight are underage."
I think, lawyer think. "Ok, check with legal, see about shielding the girls under the sex trafficking statue. Notifies the San Diego DA of Jeff sex crimes. Get PR to release a statement about evil Jeff criminal activities, and how we intend to treat and champion the girls." I say finishing my roll.
"Already in the works, Mr. Tolber ok all of that fifteen minutes before I knocked."
"So, a test? Did I pass? What's my prize? And the good news" I sarcastically responded. I dread the old timer testing me because I look like a high school senior and not a 27-year-old college grad, lawyer.
"Good news is you made the tabloids, without a clear picture." He smirks at me. I dread the thought of public humiliation again. And that bastard Jeff caused both.
"That still bad, did then get my name?" I ask dreading the response. "No, but I can get PR to release it." "you do and your fired, after I kick your ass" he smirks. "Wouldn't think of it. if you're finished, a little work before going to the Grey estate" I nod. We head down to the offices. The new mangers and senior staff huddle and work over the weekend events and next week's issues. The staff is infuriated at the sex scandal looming. I head back up to collect my things from my room.
I arrive at my door to find a fireman standing outside. He looks unsure, embarrassed even. "can I help you?"
"Ahm an are you Miss. Diego?" he asks, I notice the boom box and gym bag. O' god please tell this isn't what think it is. "Yes, who sent you?" he pulls a bill from his pocket, hands it to me: COD stripper gram from Jeff and Deb, he expects me to pay the bulk of the stripper gram from him and the debutante shanked he dumped me for. I look about spotting a linen closet. "This is a humiliation, meant to hurt me." He sweats, looking very young and embarrassed "I'm sorry, I've heard of this, but I've never done one. Shit I changed in the elevator." He's looking around scared. "Did anyone see you here in the hall?" he shakes his head no. good. "come with me, you can change in there, hurry." I stand outside talking to the security watch. They thought I ordered the fireman, I explain. Their pissed and humiliated too. I escort him the security office to give a statement. I call Taylor. Replaying last night as I left the Gala.
A military guy, I'd seen hovering about the grey table approached me. Introduced himself, and proceeded to lecture me on security, and how things work in Grey world. Handing me a card with his contact information including the house I'm head to this morning. That if I need anything to call him. Well, this stripper gram and Jeff sex blackmail tapes warrant some help. After explaining, and making sure the poor college student is escort quietly out of the hotel. That all inquiries, packages, and anything else sent to me is screened. I head back up, I'm going to be late.
"Mystery feme fatal! Paging Mystery feme fatal!" I turn to read the riot act to the asshole. "Terry, what are you doing here?"
"I caught the tabloid last night and rush to aid my friend, I'd thought you be huddled and crying in your room. Over the press" she rambles in her BFF style.
"I really haven't seen it. I've been too busy with Jeff's bull shit. And he sent a stripper to my room this morning. Come on I have to leave." Hooking her arm, we head back to my room.
"So, the press is bad?" As she changes to escort me for moral support.
"Yea-pe, you're the mysterious maid stealing hot hunk Christian Grey from his new born daughters and plain jane wife. That was the main one last night. I checked on the way here. You're now the Latino gold-digger stealing Christian at 60% or Anastasia at 40%, with you being both of theirs new sex slave at 80%. Someone issued a statement that your high-priced call-girl, paid by the wife, you know the just pregnant thing, no sex. So BFF, what's the scoop, inquiring minds what to know?" Terry is a buzz saw of rumors and fake news, the girl from Altus Oklahoma is very easily star struck.
"The truth is last night, the new manger introduced me, and Anna recognized my last name, a quizzed me. Turns out where cousin, from my Dad's family. She the granddaughter of one granddad lambert brothers. I have three cousins, her two uncles in Louisville, and an aunt in South Carolina. They accept me, I wish dad had lived." I trail off daydreaming of my father. I miss him and mom since there death. SNAP! SNAP! "Earth to Marianna, you said we have to hurry." We rush like coeds to the lobby.
The head of security stops us, the tabloids are in force outside. He leads us to a side door and a waiting SUV. During the ride, I call my uncle in Emeryville, and my cousins in Diego. Maria my beloved step-aunt's (from the US GRANT) daughter is the matron of the Diego clan. She wanted to geld Jeff after leaving me at the altar. She works for the DOD at Seal training as the senior admin clerk, the former Miss (two time), Mrs. (four time). California bodybuilder champ, with a 2nd at nationals. Not someone to mess with, as a midlife crisis she's taken up female pro arm wrestling. At first furious, now ecstatic over more family, particularly over the Lamberts clan reclaiming me.
We pull up to gate crowded with press. We follow a line of three SUV into the estate. Its large, yet intimate. The house seems to grow up within the landscaping. Beautiful trees, frame and shelter the old house. I see solar panels, rain water storage, a security. A lot of security. Near the gate are two small two story cottages. A small meadow, with wildflowers captures the east land side as the famous Puget Sound peaks thru the western trees. We pull up to the door. Getting out I find myself with a small family and rough, hard womanizer, he strips me and Terry with his eyes. I think I want to slap him on principle.
"Hi, I'm Marianna Lambert-Diego, this is my friend Terry Sullivan." I introduce us.
"I'm Wanda Wilks, our son Patrick Jr., my husband Patrick and his brother Paul" Wanda say wary. Before we can continue, the door opens to a harried looking Christian. "Sorry, please come in. were in a bit of a crisis. Please come in, this way." He leads us into the house to a huge room with windows overlooking the Sound, WOW what a view. "Bathroom is second door down that hall which ends in the kitchen. Snacks and drinks are laid out. This is the great room. O' good Anna here." As Anna walks up soothing a loud crying baby.
"Welcome, (turning to her husband) we discovered the problem, uncle Carl cologne is causing the ruckus."
"It was rather strong. Anna's cousin, Carl Lambert showed up this morning at dawn unexpectedly. Please make yourself at home, this is Samantha. Everyone is at the pool house. Follow me." Taking the infant as if it was normal, no like it the best thing in the world. We talk as we head to the pool; the Wilks are Anna's maternal side relatives.
The pool house is beautiful, Malibu hand tiles, frame a 19th century pool, of blue and gold tiles. Plants and teak furniture, it's like we walked into a royal spa in Bath, England. Terry is really awestruck. The introduction fly about the crowded space, I'm a little shocked to learn their still more people who haven't come. The Dr. from last night, Christian mother introduces me to her step kids. As five infants swim and frolics with their nurses, Anna, Gracie kids and Christian. A matronly lady in a one piece introduce herself "Hi, I'm Gail Taylor, the housekeeper. Let me know if you need anything. Enjoy the water." She shucks her wrap and jumps in a play with the infants.
I can see she is more than a housekeeper, I suspect she Mrs. Security Taylor's. Wanda wades in and play with the infants. They seem to love the water. A freshly washed older man, comes over talks to us. He's my cousin Carl, brilliant but flighty. Terry loves the guy, reminds us of her uncle Joe, at Lawton. Brilliant but eccentric, very eccentric. I get teary eyed and dreamy about how much my father and his parents would have loved this Lambert family, how easy it is for them to accept me, Anna.
The feud Anna talked about, is reality in the sad account of this gentle, giant of a man. What a waste of resource, effort, to hate us, over race, and economic class elitism. I'm proud of my grandmother 1/8 African heritage, my adopted Hispanic heritage. Anna is younger than me, but so much older, experienced than me. She is strong and feminine, motherly and mischievous. The perfect woman, a copy of my stepmother. I feel so loved and included. I see Wanda looking at Anna with awe and respect. My petite little cousin is never a plain Jane, she's a natural, unvarnished woman, as granddad Lambert use to say. Terry hugs me. "you lucky bitch. Getting included in three great family"
"Three?" I ask
"Yup, Grey clan, Diego clan and of course the best clan Sullivan" she smirks, rolling my eyes I check the pool and push her in. she just mange's to pull me with her. just as three hot hunks in naval causal dress walk into the pool house. Dr. oldest daughter skip up to the short one and kiss him like it forever. "This is my fiancées, and his friends. We look water logged from the pool, great first impressions.
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Sunday morning: ray-pov
The government moves in slow steady surges. The congressman is the first to break. Like a large field of dominos, the first one topples and the rest cascade out into a clear picture. The general tries to suicide, but he's incompetent. Only managed to shoot his jaw off. He gives up everyone, particularly old man Washburn. The general as a second lieutenant was Sgt. Lambert's squad leader on the failed night jump. He bribed a druggie soldier to not check Lambert parachute harness. Washburn paid cash and political patronage to kill Frank. I hate, with a deep vengeance, they corrupt my military, my political government. For what? petty revenge, over two star crossed kids. The shit the Washburn's are into. Several soldiers paid dearly to enrich their fortunes.
The oldest jumps to the Caribbean, gambling and drugs to an soon to be early death. The Daughter and her husband hide out at a horse farm in Thousand island New York, giving her sexual taste I suspect the police will be questioning the stallions on the farm. The youngest still sit in a Seattle jail. Washburn's trophy wife flees to Pittsburgh, of all places. Fed and state police swarm the Washburn compound. To find a burning wreck of a house, with Old man Washburn shooting at them from inside. The house collapse on the bastard. Ending the feud and the Washburn clan's power. Christian may save the small towns and factories but I suspect he'll just sell them off.
The Washburn dynasty is fallen and will never rebound. The Grey clan has survived internal and external hardships that would have destroyed most. I nearly destroyed myself, But my little girl is strong, and wise. I have to laugh at the dream like future, more grandkids, more strife. But incredible people and love. My girl will do just fine. In the world.
I sexy redhead leads me to a well-deserved rest and sex romp in the tidewater outer islands of the Carolina. She has two weeks at a friend's beach house on Isle of Palms, outside Charleston, SC. The car ride south is very interesting, I didn't know I could drive with my brains suck thru my little head. Or playing magic fingers on a certain red hair part of the anatomy. I relish eating grease white castle sliders off a very well-endowed set of breast. Or chocolate could be better on Angel's sweet skin. I may need a couple of blue pills to finish this trip, because I've never had this much sex in my life. It's true, some people are late bloomers.
