Ten Hours: Chapter Nineteen
Kendra takes control from Chutswith and his business partner after a meeting turns the wrong way
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The true reason emerged for the visit to the resort.
“Welcome.” Jeffrey Hough opened the door to what he called the conference room, a spacious and beautifully decorated area on the second floor above the resort’s entrance.
Floor to ceiling windows opened to the courtyard in one direction with the hot tubs, pools, and to the Las Vegas skyline in another. A waterfall spilled from an outer wall and cascaded into a fountain below. Instead of a typical round conference table, the room had sofas, love seats, and several chairs with movable tables.
“Where do we sit?” Kendra stepped onto the wooden floor, eyed the wet bar, and held Asher’s hand.
“Your choice,” beamed Jeffrey.
She led Asher to the sofa, curled a leg beneath her while Max and Darla waltzed in and took seats opposite.
Chutswith entered the room and waved a greeting. Kendra noticed how he nodded to Jeffrey and took a seat but Jeffrey was the one who was standing.
The conference room was built for informality, but it had the trappings of a work site. Jeffrey hit a remote and a screen whirred from the ceiling and opened. A project was attached to the ceiling.
“We’re delighted to have each of you here,” said Jeffrey, “and we share your vision of sexual freedom and enrichment. Kendra, thanks for pursuing this. We’d like you to see something that will change your lives.”
He hit a button and an image appeared of Kendra gracing a magazine cover; lifting weights; and standing in a home setting. “Kendra Schot, sexually liberated homemaker and global trendsetter.”
Kendra glanced at Chutswith who seemed remarkably silent while Jeffrey continued.
“A host of podcasts, a leader in fitness and—”
Another image appeared.
“—the sexual leader that society needs.”
A provocative photo of Kendra came onto the screen of her in a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned and silk panties.
“It’s all about me?” She was taking in the presentation.
Asher placed a hand on her thigh.
“No. You’re the focal point. You’ll have a global stage with podcasts and videos, you’ll be a spokesmodel for our resorts like this, and we’ll shape your view of sexuality, relationships that people need to enrich their lives. You’re the center of our media empire.”
