The owner & CEO of a publicly-traded OTC company goes into a bar looking for a little "action".
He meets a really hot chick who seems somewhat into him. Eventually, the conversation turns to occupations...
"What do you do for a living?" the CEO asks.
She looks at her shoes for a moment, then looks at the CEO somewhat sheepishly. "I work part-time as a waitress & dishwasher midnight shift at Denny's. I also have a side hussle selling vacuums door-to-door for Kirby. On the weekends, I clean business offices. It not great, but all together it pays the bills. You said you owned a small business? What's up with that"?
"Yeah," the CEO says proudly with just a hint of smugness, "I own a publicly-traded jewelery company. You've probably heard of us ... Bergio's"?
"Sorry, no, it doesn't sound familiar. So you're the CEO"?
"Yeah, the owner & CEO. I own more than 50% of the shares in the company. Where expecting to gross between $12m & $20m this year". Hotshot CEO orders another drink. Hot Chick gets another as well. She begins leaning into Hotshot CEO, placing her hand on his leg.
"Wow, that's really impressive! Sounds like you're really successful? Your company must be worth quite a bit".
"Yeah, well, not to brag or anything, but our stock price values our company at almost $1.2 MILLION"!
Hot Chick says nothing for a moment, then asks "Oh, that's just the value of your personal shares, right"?
"No, no. That's the value of the entire company, at least what all the shareholders believe its worth".
"And you're saying you will have revenue of up to $20m this year"?
"Maybe more. Who knows"? Hotshot CEO examines his manicure.
"Wow! That's ..., um, ... something". Hot Chick sits up, removing her hand from his lap.
A couple seconds later their drinks arrive.
"Tell you what, I have to use the little girls room. Watch my drink & when I get back, we'll finish them up & get out of here. Whatcha' say"?
"Sounds like a plan"!
"Okay. Wait for me here. I'll be right back". She walks towards the restroom, located up front by the entrance.
Hotshot CEO watches her as she moves through the crowd.
"Condoms? check. Blow? check", he mumbles to himself. "This is going to be a good one. One for the history books".
Five minutes go by. Then ten. At twenty minures he checks his watch. When Hot Chick is gone for fourty-five, he begins to worry.
Over an hour later, her drink warm but still in his grasp, she is nowhere to be found after a search of the bar. He reports her missing - likely kidnapped - to bar staff & police. After walking the surrounding streets for another few hours to no avaii, he returns home ... alone, again, another long, lonely weekend before him, his rage at humanity deepening. "Soon", he fumed. "Soon" he swears, "soon I will have my R/S revenge on them all"!
The End?
*Based loosely on a true story.
*No disrespect intended to waitresses, dishwashers, vacuum salespeople, or office cleaners. I've done all those jobs myself, in one form or another.
