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Archie had taken the envelope from the drawer tray Ianto had slid out to him, then peeked inside, looking at Ianto with interest "what is it boy?"
"Grandy has… gifted me something. I need you to go over it and I have included my notes on the subject. If you can get it sorted, I will be happy" Ianto said and the old man nodded, the cryptic way Ianto spoke was not unlike that of the other old man who had been here and they did know one another so Archie was sure what Leland had done something… cheeky.
Archie rose from the chair and looked at it, then Ianto said "yeah, another thing. Can you get a nice comfy chair in this booth for our conversations. Grandy has that bad hip."
"Not a problem boy" Archie nodded, heading for his car with growing excited.
Only there did he open the envelope and read the letter and instructions from his client.
And godson.
Oh boy.
He drove off with the widest smile.
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"You seem in a happier mood" Jack said as he slid up behind Ianto, cuddling into him as Ianto did the afternoon dishes.
"I am in a better mood. How can I not be. Got the fella of my dreams locked in here so he can't escape" Ianto replied and they both sniggered, this being more for the camera. Then Ianto added "and I am content with you. Here."
"Oooo, nice" Jack kissed the lobe of his ear and whispered softly "Wanna get… neekid?"
Ianto snorted loudly and then replied in a laughing manner "Well that sounds like a good idea. I will be finished soon, why don't you go… turn the bed down for that snooze?"
Jack slapped Ianto's' arse hard, the sound loud in the quiet space and as he took off Ianto looked directly at the camera and winked.
The world giggled with him.
They were so cute.
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"Well... you are correct." Archie said as he settled into the large comfortable arm chair in Ianto's personal visitor Pod.
"Good. Good, so…" Ianto left it hanging and Archie grinned, placing a small envelope in the drawer before pushing it across to him.
"Talk to me about that man of yours. Seems a keeper" Archie settled back, the job done and the Boy happy with it all. Let's have a nice conversation.
As always, Ianto was so polite and pleasant.
Ianto slid the envelope into his inner jacket pocket as he rose and went to the Africa Dome to find his half naked lover sunbathing.
"Hey there" he called out.
"Hey your own fine self" Jack said without opening his eyes.
"Got time for a… rub down?" Ianto asked, and then decided to go for it, sinking down to his knees to place his hands on that lovely smooth chest.
Jack's eyes were now open "tiger? Afternoon delight? Again? Really? Like… it's only been a day?"
"Oh yeah… let's make it a daily thing… like… for mental health or something" Ianto said as he leaned down and kissed him, the long grass shifting with the fake breeze.
"Oh my" Jack sighed, letting his head fall back on the ground as Ianto felt around for his belt buckle "My love."
"Yes please"
Ianto and Jack gave them another show… why not.
This was turning into a good day.
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Excuse me?" Ianto asked politely.
"The Board would like a meeting to discuss the future sales of the Dome networks" came the reply.
"I am busy" Ianto replied, throwing another weed in the bin for the pigs "Tell them…. No."
"Well, they are ready in their conference booth" then Donna's eyes narrowed "you fucking with them like they fucked with you, are ya Boss?"
"Well you know me Donna… poke me…."
"You get out your ketchup" she finished for him, chuckling as she headed off to tell them he was not available today, then she turned and called out "Tomorrow? An ungodly hour, like the morning walking you do?"
"You know… you're right. Thanks. Yes, five tomorrow morning sounds about right to me" He said, turning back to weed some more, the plan coming together as he hummed to himself.
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They looked shattered, clearly having stayed over in the accommodation down the road. Something he knew they would have hated, now they were unkempt, bleary eyed and he was in top form, his three piece suit one he had saved for such an occasion. He pulled the bottle of ketchup from his pocket and placed it on the small table top between them.
Like it was some sort of declaration.
"Good morning" Ianto settled to grin widely at them.
"Mister Jones, this is an ungodly hour to have any form of joviality and we would prefer to keep things on an even keel please" came a tepid reply.
Ianto shrugged, waving a hand at them to continue.
"We are here to discuss the sale of the Dome Project specs as we have a buyer who…"
"No. They are not currently for sale." Ianto replied with the same calm expression "I am going to look into that in the future."
"Excuse me?"
"I am not selling the specs as they are still being tweaked during this experiment" Ianto replied.
"We have an interested party in the space race, the purpose of these domes to prove colonization is possible on..."
"Nope."
"Mister Jones… you do not have the right to …."
"I own the specs to the Domes. I copyrighted them upon completing of their being drawn up… also… I patented the special joints and the entire venting system… the entire thing." Ianto smiled.
"And what makes you think this company … that paid for all this… will simply hand it all over to you?" came a scoffed question and he answered it with a wide grin, so wide he was almost a Harkness.
"Because I own over sixty percent of YOUR company as well. I am your major shareholder."
Yes.
Ianto's shares combined with those his Grandy had ever so calmly handed over made Ianto a scary person to fuck with.
And the ketchup sat beside him smugly like it knew it too.
Crunching commencing LOL