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I glanced back at the gorgeous blonde he was referring to. She definitely did not look any older than my 27 years, so I wondered how she could possibly have all that experience. Despite her good looks, after what I was emotionally going through with both Nancy and Rosalinda, I was not really in the mood to deal with more interference in my life. "Thank you for the offer but ..." I was interrupted. "The decision has already been made, Mr. Robins, you need the help, whether you think you do or not. Now, if your issue is with Miss Cooper, I'm sure the agency can provide you with replacement. In the meantime, she will work with you to handle your change in residence ."I was confounded by his use of residence and I asked him about it. "Tade," he started, his voice becomhg a triffle paternal and condescendig. I noted that he did not refer to me as 'Mister'. "I was a very good friend of your father .," [source: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624 ]

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"Unfortunately, he is no more to give you the advice for a time like this. There are certain things that you need to understand. The first is that a man of your economic status will always face certain risks. This building cannot provide the level of security that you need. The second thing is that no matter how hard you work, nothing can prepare you to deal with new life better. People you've known for years will suddenly treat you differently." i nodded at him. He was very right. My mother always told me: When the road bends, your choice is to bend with it or you fall off the road. Now, it was time for me to adapt to my new life. I looked at Rubeinstein straight in the eye and told him to let us get started. We spent the rest of the day packaging up my entire life and getting ready to start a new start. I signed the necessary documents to allow Miss Cooper to issue directives on my behalf and the law firm to handle other things. [Source: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624 ]

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We literally spent the rest of Tuesday packaging up my entire life and getting ready to ship it across the world, if need be. I signed the necessary documents to allow Miss Cooper to issue directives on my behalf and the law firm to handle many of my other professional needs.

Lunch was ordered in (I really needed to find a way to get out and get to a restaurant or something). We ate while we discussed various issues that I really didn't care about. But eventually, finally, the endof the day came and my unexpected guests left.




WEDNESDAY

The next day my new assistant, Miss Cooper, came to the door at 9am promptly. "Good morning, Mr. Robins."

I hated hearing a pretty girl call me that, especially when she was no older than me. "Please, PLEASE just call me Tade. It allows me to at least pretendthat I'm normal."

"I don't know if that would be appropriate, sir. I am here as part of your staff service. 'Tade' would be rather familiar."

"Oh, come on. Mr. Robins makes me sound like an old man. And besides, who in the endis paying you? At least call me Tade or something."

The cool, professional façade melted for a moment as she blushed. And I now clearly noticed her eyes, which had been a steely grey now fleck into a warmer blue before she schooled her appearance once again. "I can do that... Tade."

"Now your turn. May I call you Helen?" I asked, referring to her first name which I'd learned yesterday.

"Whatever you wish, sir."

"No, not 'sir'. 'Tade', remember?"

"Yes... Tade." Her blush was back. However, she quickly reasserted her professionalism once again. Her blonde hair was pulled tightly into a bun and her business suit, while stylishly feminine, was also quite rigid. We would have to work on that. It would look too weird if she were following me down the street in a business suit while I was in jeans.

"So you're the pro. What are we supposed to do first?"

"Well, first off here is your new phone," she handed me the latest and greatest gizmophone which was still astronomically expensive, complete with my own fancy Bluetooth earpiece. "It's already pre-set to block all calls except from those on your pre-approved list. We'll talk later about whom you want to include on that list."

And then she got up and started her own mini-tour of my apartment. "Next we need to do is organize you for a move. Mr. Rubenstein made it clear that your first priority will be selecting a new residence."

She turned and reached into a briefcase and pulled out yet another thick folder. I could get to hate the sight of folders, but I couldn't help but notice the tight curves of Helen's ass as she bent over.

If she noticed me ogling her, she didn't let on. "I took the liberty of bringing dossiers on several locations, none of them on the general market. Real estate at this level is extremely confidential and extremely exclusive. There's a place on Central Park West that I think will be particularly well suited for you. It's not overly grand, but it will have plenty of space for you and a small staff.

The building is well secured and ownership will provide you with cars and drivers at your leisure." I loved how Helen pronounced that last word as 'leh-zur' instead of 'lee-zhoor'. Her accent was a soft Australian drawl, and the longer I listened to her the more noticeably sexy it became.

The real estate dossiers were quite elegant. Full color, multi-page portfolios with lots of pictures and lots of luxury features like floor to ceiling windows, rooftop access, and absolutely gorgeous bathrooms.

We spent a couple of hours looking over several apartments throughout Manhattan, all in very ritzy areas and all with spectacular views. I could even get a place in the Trump Tower if I really wanted.

We could also branch outside of Manhattan, such as going to the Hamptons. Helen also let me know that I had the option of moving into Tayo Robinson's old place. But the idea of living in the house of a father I never knew quietly creeped me out. I might want to visit it before everything got packed up, but I couldn't live there.

I finally got a break to just zone out in front of the television while Helen made a series of phone calls. We would be house hunting tomorrow. As it turned out, I completely ignored the program I was watching and instead thought about just which big screen High Definition flat screen I wanted to get.

Afterwards, we inventoried everything I owned, mostly to set things up for a move. Much of my furniture would be sold off or otherwise replaced with a brand new interior decoration once I had a new place picked out. A part of me felt sad over my meager possessions and the idea that they would no longer be mine very shortly.

However, this was more than made up by the giddy notion that I was about to embark on a very big shopping spree. True, a professional designer would likely be making many of the artistic decisions, but I was still the one buying a multi-million dollar apartment and all the furnishings.



Diary of a Playboy: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

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and they trend on fb, It's the explicitness that's bringing the idiot readers...

All these John f*cking Mary bullshit stories...

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