A Lion's Share
This story is great in both its set-up, which is a little lengthy (but well worth it!), and of course its hardcore male on male, lion on wolf action. It gets hot and heavy, believe me. But that also means that you kids under 18 have to look elsewhere for your enjoyment. Go to MySpace, you all like that, right?
Now, on to the story...
"A Lion's Share"
By Drake Blackmore
(c) 2006
"Well," his advisor told him, "that would represent the lion's share of our sales growth in coming quarters. We really should look into buying HXI Technologies before the year ends. It would be advantageous to our shareholders."
"I do agree," the CEO said, "but I would like some more time to look over these numbers, you know, to see if the hostile takeover is really required."
"Okay, well call me in the morning, and we should have a meeting with the Board of Directors first thing tomorrow." And with that, the CFO, a little beaver, left the room.
The CEO reclined in his deluxe executive chair, supremely ready to make a hostile takeover if need be. He swiveled around in his chair, and looked out from his 42nd floor window. His company, Leo Cyprus Holdings, was a huge conglomerate, but with any large corporation, needed an influx of new blood to continue growth. And it seemed like blood was what he sought. The charismatic head of the company, Leo Cyprus, guided the company toward dominance, toward capturing the lion's share in every market they were in, be it cell phones to magazine publishing to investment banking to real estate development. Leo Cyprus had a rapid ascendance to be one of the largest companies in the world.
It was perhaps because of course Leo Cyprus knew something about taking the lion's share. He was a lion, and a large, muscular one at that. In his rise through the corporate ladder, he was always out to prove his worth, and later his dominance. He thought that this was often best shown through physical presence, and transformed himself from a relatively skinny little runt into the powerful lion he is today. Leo slowly but surely weight trained and trained to build up his physique. But of course he wasn't satisfied. He leapt at the chance to take any experimental formulas that the companies he was working for had up their sleeves, so over the course of his career, Leo had taken a great deal of hush-hush, you-got-this-from-someone-else, nano-chemicals.
But to any worried investor, the mere sight of Leo Cyprus was enough to calm nerves. After taking over the helm twelve years ago at SKH Holdings, Leo implemented many reforms, cost-cutting strategies, and growth initiatives. He changed the name of the company to one bearing his name, and in the past twelve years, the stock had increased 1,400%. Most of this phenomenal increase was due to the numbers at Leo Cyprus, but every time Leo would talk on CNBC, enthusiasm and trust of this company would grow. The powerful lion and a beautiful, thick, flowing brown and gold mane, atop his powerful golden body and around his tastefully aged face. He still looked amazingly young for his age. And with a custom, Italian-made suit, the CEO looked unstoppable.
To many of his competitors, that is exactly what he was. A brute force, always taking the lion's share.
"Yeah, so maybe these numbers are good enough..." Leo was pondering to himself, alone in his office. He was urged on from within to make the deal. Within minutes, he was talking to the head of HXI Technologies.
"Well, I thought maybe we could talk about the future of our two companies, you know, how we might be able to benefit each other," Leo said, always giving the front of a symbiotic relationship when all he wanted to do was rape the company for all it was worth. And of course it worked. It always works.
The lupine CEO of HXI was at his receptionist's desk an hour later.
"I'm here to see Mr. Cyprus," the wolf said. "I'm Mr. Raewood; I'm the CEO of HXI Technologies. He should be expecting me."
"Oh, yes, he is," the receptionist replied. "He should be ready to meet with you shortly. Why don't you wait over there," motioning over to a lounge area with a couple of couches. The wolf obliged, and was soon thinking about his situation from the comfort of an Italian leather sofa. "Man, I know what they say about Cyprus... I wonder if it's true... But if I were he, I would totally hit that," thinking about the receptionist, a seductive looking panthress.
Cyprus was pacing his room. He was thinking, strategizing, plotting his next move. Always. But fuck, was he horny! But that was what deals did to him. It was all power to him, always gaining, striving, working for that next ledge in corporate success. And maybe that just spilled over. Deals were always done in private. Leo Cyprus could negotiate better than anyone, they always said, and time and time again amazing deals would always get done. It got to be a fetish. For many reasons.
The lion rubbed the crotch of his pants. The substantial genitalia that lay beneath stirred to life. Leo went over to the window of his private office and looked into the reception area. Well, there he was, the young wolf who was the CEO of flourishing HXI, which was a start-up company that produced data-carrying carbon nanotube-packets. It was a hot technology, to say the least. So of course Leo Cyprus had to own it. It was a matter of when. "Yeah," Leo thought, "he is pretty damn attractive." Ray Raewood. The wolf was sitting there, looking very nervous and downcast, but still, Leo saw, the lupine body was thick and meaty, young and muscular. The substances below stirred further. Well, not nearly a Leo Cyprus, but...
The doors came crashing open. The wolf leapt. Out strode the lion, and Mr. Raewood was quick to put his nerves behind him. But it was Leo who controlled the conversation.
"Yes, Mr. Raewood, CEO of HXI Technologies; market cap of $7.9 billion; 3,200 employees; headquartered in Palo Alto, California; founded in your garage; how can I help you today?"
"Well, um..." the lupine stumbled.
"But I know what you want: more resources, a better access to the world's best researchers, cross-media branding. And partnership with Leo Cyprus is the perfect way of you getting those resources. Yes, of course it is..."
"Uh, wait..."
"Of course you want a fair deal and share in the partnership; oh, don't worry, no one will be disenfranchised in this process. So, Mr. Raewood, why don't we step into my office and discuss the particulars of the offer," Mr. Cyprus transitioned. "Claire, hold all my calls until Mr. Raewood and I have had a chance to talk business." The receptionist gave Leo back a sly, I-know-what-you're-up-to look, because of course she did. Business deals with Leo Cyprus Holdings always shared a commonality.
Both CEOs stepped into Mr. Cyprus's plush executive suite, and apparently Mr. Raewood had just entered a mutual stock merger deal with speaking maybe four words. He would have no idea.
Mr. Cyprus, the huge, muscular, golden lion breezed through the office. He went to behind his desk and planted himself in his supremely ergonomic executive chair, ready for negotiation. The doors behind them closed.
"Why don't you take a seat, Mr. Raewood?" Cyprus offered, gesturing to a plush visitor's armchair. The wolf settled in.
"Okay, Mr. Cyprus, I know you have a reputation for being slightly biased in your business dealings. You know, not really maximizing shareholder value for the company entering one of your so-called 'mutual agreements,'" the wolf was being very up-front about this whole thing, mostly because he watched Cyprus devour a similar technology company last year, basically shredding it apart, leaving only the core, highest-value assets, and selling off the rest. For the mutual benefit of all, of course.
"Now, Mr. Raewood, I don't know what you're talking about or who you're referencing. Leo Cyprus Holdings has immense resources and capital for a reason: we make good business deals that work equally well for both parties involved. Of course they work for both sides, or else why would my company make so many of them?" Cyprus reasoned.
Ray could hazard a guess, but no, of course not; those were just rumors.
The wolf started again, slightly emboldened by the utter disregard to fact and the chance to confront Cyprus directly. "Now, Mr. Cyprus, I do want to talk business with you, and that is why I am here. I would not have come if solely for the dribble you gave me over the phone about 'the future of both of our companies.' Give me a break." Leo Cyprus liked this guy. It would be tough, hard, rough (to get the deal done, of course). "But I came here to discuss the possibility of a joint venture with your African fiber-optic Broadband ISP, King Net. I think the roll-out into Kenya and Tanzania will need my carbon nanotubes to be feasible. You need my help." With that, the wolf was done, and the lion was left to respond.
"Wow, he will be quite hard," Cyprus thought, "and yes, I do need his help." He looked down at his crotch, now fairly filled out and even more impressive than a couple of minutes previous. Leo started adjusting himself, albeit surreptitiously.
"Well, Ray, I have a couple of choices. I do like your offer, because I am floundering a little bit in Africa, and HXI technology could probably help that process along. I could agree to your deal, and hash out the specifics later, or, and I have called them already (a lie), I could negotiate with Foxboro Systems to licensing for their technology." The wolf was afraid of this. Foxboro was their biggest competitor, and he could definitely see Leo going there. "Or..." There was a long pause. "there could be a buyout offer in your future."
Ray Raewood didn't like the smell of where this was going. But he figured it was inevitable. Because isn't that what Leo Cyprus does, gobble up companies. And the smell. Was that perfume? Air freshener? Pheramones? He finally answered Leo.
"That might work."
With that, Leo got up and out of his chair, and walked around his desk, heading toward the two chairs facing the window outward. What a view of the city. The golden lion sat in one. "Come on, Ray, join me."
The wolf had been following him with his eyes; of course he would join. He didn't really have a choice.
"We need to hash the details of this deal out."
While Ray would have liked to keep HXI, the company he founded, independent, he figured that at this stage, it really wasn't much of an option. "Yes, we do, Leo."
"Okay, here's what I'm offering: a $9.2 billion stock and cash offer, which is more than a 15% premium on yesterday's closing price for your company. It's really a very good offer."
But wait, maybe he does have a chance now. Other big companies had been courting HXI with offers of their own. Better ones. "I think you're going to have to do better. Light Edge Holdings has already offered a $10.5 billion deal, and I really have almost decided on them...." The wolf might get out of here unscathed after all.
"But they don't have what I have. Light Edge is a joke. Really. Have you seen them?"
"Yes, actually I have." Ray replied. "I talked with their CEO last week in fact, Shirley Pa..."
"Exactly," the lion came back. Leo cut him off to make his point.
"Exactly what?" Ray wondered.
"Shirley. Therein lies your problem. They can't offer you what I can. Plain and simple." The lion tried to make it blatantly clear.
"What, do you think just because they're run by a female that they can't compete." Ray Raewood sped up, progressively becoming more angry, partly because he was and partly because he needed to hold his own against this powerful lion. "Wow, that's sexist, macho bullshit, and you think just because you're a male, you can win..."
Leo had stayed calm through the whole outburst. He got up again. This time the lupine's eyes didn't follow. He was angry. Leo Cyprus stood in the middle of the room. He then adjusted his package to make sure it was just right to get the right effect. "Turn around and look at me." Cyprus commanded, his forcefulness increasing.
The young wolf got up and, in getting up, looked at the golden lion. And yes, he glanced at the huge bulge. And yes, his fears about today were getting on their way to being confirmed. "Now, Ray, what do you see?"
Now, he could have answered with what he really saw. A tall, handsomely golden lion. One who was aging with grace, and one still packed with thick muscles all over his massive frame. A lion whose mane, in addition to flowing gold, was tinged with silver, which made him all that much hotter in that mature kind of way. A leonine face with wrinkles in all the right places, deep blue eyes that were both fierce and wise. And of course, a massive bulge in the crotch of the suit that fit tightly over his taut body.
But of course he didn't. "I see Leo Cyprus; that's it." The wolf was definite.
But now he made it explicitly clear. Leo grabbed his massive genitalia, fondled them, and stretched his pants tight over everything. Making the healthy, heavy balls, and thick sheath and cock stand out in near hi-def clarity. (And for a reference, Leo's cock is not hard at this point, just fully out of its sheath.)
"Well, yeah, guys do have those," Ray continued his nonchalant demeanor. But he was questioning how long it would hold. The executive suite was noticeably getting hotter. And he could tell now that that was no air freshener. That was the mature musk of a full-grown lion. Leo Cyprus's.
"Now, I don't want to seem prehistoric, but the male phallus has always represented power. And here is the power of Leo Cyprus Holdings, right here, Ray. I don't discount the achievements of females in our society; they are perfectly capable furs too. But for some things, don't underestimate sheer brute force. And for all this fancy technology we play with nowadays, business is still very much a Neanderthal-like operation. Power is power, and believe me, Leo Cyprus has a lot of it. Come on, how else do you think I've raised this company this much this quickly?"
And with that, many of Ray's suspicions were proved true.
"Well, okay, fine, but I still have a healthy balance sheet over at HXI, and we are completely self-sufficient. I mean, hell, I invented carbon nanotube-packets, for God's sake. I'm fine without you..." and with that, the wolf started the first steps to leave.
"But do you have as much power as I do?" the lion countered, knowing he didn't. No one did.
He couldn't believe he was going to be sucked into this contest. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned around to face the lion. "Well fine, Leo, look at me, I'm young, I'm an ex-football player, and I'm a fucking male wolf," and he quickly grabbed his own sizable endowment.
Leo laughed. "I like you Ray, and yes, you most definitely are male." The lion looked again at the male wolf, again noting his muscular body. "But as with everything in life, it's all relative. Power is relative. And it is most definitely evident to me that I possess more of that than you do. Of course I'm only guessing though; I would have to see a little more than what I get through this conservative viewpoint. If you would like me to check, however, then I might be proved wrong. Maybe you do have more power than I do. Maybe."
Ray was feeling confident. And he had always been proud of his cock, and his many girlfriends agreed. He could size up to the great Leo Cyprus. "Yeah, sure, why not?"
With that, the lion closed the distance between them, brought their two sizable bodies closer together. Leo was about five inches taller. One of his paws went to explore. Cyprus started to feel up the wolf's crotch, feeling his ample balls and his sheath. And what was that; was the lupine's cock coming to join them? But he didn't know for sure; it was all done through Italian wool.
"You know, you're the first one in a while to come close to me, and you actually had me worried there for a little bit. But no, I didn't have to worry," the lion ended his assessment of the situation.
"How do I know you're not lying?" the wolf was trying to regain some composure, after just being fondled by the great Leo Cyprus.
"Well, you could see for yourself, and he motioned to his own gigantic endowment." The situation was going downhill fast, but the musk was increasing exponentially, and the choice had been gone quite a while ago. The wolf started groping Leo's massive sheath, cock, and balls, and after a while of enjoying it, Ray conceded.
"Leo, you're right, you do have more power than me," the young wolf felt dejected.
"Now, I want you to know that you have the option of leaving. The option of leaving this room right now and keeping your company intact. But you will always know that someone who could buy you out has far greater power than you do yourself," Leo always left it like this. He always gave them the choice. Get raped later for all your money or get it over now sexually and all. Needless to say, no one ever chose the first option.
"I couldn't do that to myself," Ray pried himself away from Leo. I wouldn't let myself live like that. That was the cue.
"Well then," Leo said in a new, growling, seductive voice. "Let's finish this deal."
Ray Raewood didn't need any more inspiration. He lunged at the gorgeous older lion and locked him into a passionate kiss. It got hot fast. The lion reciprocated and pushed back into the muscular wolf. They soon found their way to the couch over on the side of the room. The older lion and the younger wolf passionately made out, and there goes the lamp.
Crash. The receptionist looked up from her work and smiled. Leo's having a good time, and she knew she would too with that wolf. Damn, was he hot!
The deal making went quickly. "Let me see that power, Leo!" Ray said forcefully. And before the lion could oblige, Ray started grabbing at Cyprus's waistband. There went the suit pants. And there goes the jacket. But of course the wolf had to stay in lockstep with the clothing situation. He quickly stripped himself of his own suit jacket and pants. Now, less than twenty seconds later, they had gone from being tastefully clothed to having open dress shirts over obscenely bulging underwear. The young wolf's choice was boxers, whereas the older lion chose the more traditional briefs. They kept getting more playful.
"So, old man, briefs over boxers, eh?" was the young lupine's question.
"Well, actually, it is really only practical. With this much to carry around, I kind of need that support. And what support it was. The brief was bulging in all directions, barely able to keep two massive lion balls and a rapidly hardening lion cock inside. That was soon fixed. The wolf stripped the last layer off. Leo's heavy balls were free to hang at their regular place, and his cock got some room to grow. And it got some attention. Ray started at it. Licking up and down the length of Leo's long and hardening sheath. "But fuck," Ray thought, "if it is this big when it's not even all the way hard, then I'm scared to see it at full mast."
I guess a lot of furs have the same concern at this point, because Leo was quick to fill in. "Oh, you'll see it, and it is quite a sight, I must say."
Well, then. The rest of the clothing would have to come off in that case. Ray started at Leo's shirt buttons to get at the lion's thick and meaty chest. He was having trouble. The lion brushed him aside with his large paw, and did it himself. The wolf turned to tend to himself, and soon both of them were completely naked.
Leo, the professional, knew that they're placement had to change. With all this fondling and removal of clothes, they had worked themselves off of the couch and onto the floor. The large, golden, and now naked lion stood up. The wolf followed suit.
The two well-built furs now stood facing each other, their cocks half erect. "Yeah, I will say, Ray, that I am glad I have those two additional inches, because it does look pretty fucking close." The lion was staring at the wolf's crotch. Just staring at it. And maybe because of that rarity, the sheer uniqueness of a moment when he saw almost his own length, the tables turned. Leo Cyprus loved power.
The lion, the great Leo Cyprus, went to his knees and pulled the wolf toward him. The lupine was in for quite an experience. The huge golden lion was going to give him a blowjob. The all-powerful was going to be his cum slut. "Interesting..." the wolf thought, and promptly proceeded to moan rather loudly. Damn, he was good.
It was strange. Cyprus couldn't get enough. And when he felt the wolf's claws dig into his flowing mane that the temporary transition was complete. The mature lion started bobbing his head faster and faster, and the wolf's cock was completely hard. Now 12 inches, Ray was amazed that Leo could get half into his mouth. But still the lion wanted more. He would find a way to get more. Leo Cyprus always got what he wanted. The positions had to change a little bit. The angles weren't right. Back to dominance. With one swift motion of his muscular arm, the lion knocked the wolf's feet out from under him, and Ray took a hard fall to the floor, his large body making a large thud on the sturdy carpeted floor. But Leo knew that the wolf was young and his body could take whatever he gave it.
Thud. "Yeah, he's definitely having a good time alright..." the panthress outside knew.
180 degrees. And Leo the lion got back into position, his massive cock and balls now smothering Ray's face. Oh well, the wolf could deal with that himself. This was better. Eight, nine, even ten inches. Leo Cyprus kept at it, forcing ever more of the thick lupine meat down his throat. He knew what he was doing; he could take it. And the wolf was certainly enjoying it. And now with a face full of hot, throbbing lion meat, the situation couldn't really be improved. Ray breathed in deeply the masculine scent of the lion's crotch; it was heavenly, and made him even more aroused. Aroused. More aroused.
Ray was getting the work of an old master, it seemed. And Leo forgot how good it was, himself. Now getting nine and ten inches in at a time, he could really get a sense of the youthful vigor that was in the heavy scent of the wolf's musk. Leo, with cock in mouth, breathed hot air around the meat impaled in his throat and onto the wolf's crotch. That did it. Over the edge now, the wolf erupted inside Leo's mouth, and thick streams of wolf cum soon filled the old lion's mouth. Leo backed off, but Ray wasn't done. The lion's majestic golden and silver mane was now interlaced with thick ropes of young wolf cum. They both worked their way up. Leo lifted up, taking his heavy genitals off the wolf's face. Ray soon followed, because he wanted to see.
The great Leo Cyprus defiled, his beautiful mane matted down with his own seed. What a great sight it was. Something, however, was switched back at that moment.
The wolf's cock was receding, softening back into his sheath, and as far as he was concerned, the power he was worshipping was leaving as well. His normal dominance could come back. And if the lion's throbbing, 15-inch erection was any clue, power was firmly back in the lion's paws. And guess where those lion's paws went? Back to the power. He started stroking himself, and Ray saw it now. He could have made it out from a mile away. The lion's deep blue eyes looked strong, menacing, determined. Here comes the rape. "The Rape of HXI," Ray thought, as some alternative business weekly would probably report it months later.
"Fuck it," the wolf said. "I know what you want, Leo, why don't you just take it? I mean, you obviously have much more power than I do." Ray was enjoying this. "See, look." His wolven cock was all the way back in its furry sheath. The wolf then went to the desk, so he could make the experience as cliché as possible. Ray leaned over the expansive executive desk, brushed off some papers for effect, and rubbed his muscular, furry butt for Leo. "So, is this is how you normally do your hostile takeovers?" the wolf wondered.
"Well, that first part was unusual. That usually doesn't happen, but you had more of an endowment that I normally see. But yes, this is generally where the cards fall, although, I normally use more force to get them into this position." Leo was obviously telling the truth.
"Well, glad to be make it easy for you," the wolf replied.
"Oh, you haven't made it easy." With that, though, the lion grabbed his cock and guided it into the tight hole. "Fuck, you're tight. Not many hostile takeovers for you, I guess," Cyprus laughed.
"Nope."
The massive lion nonetheless pushed forward, and it was hard going. His massively thick lion cock didn't help matters much, and the muscles of the lupine ass were strong as fuck. But it felt so damn good. He kept going, and soon six inches of his lion meat was inside the wolf. "How're you doing?" Leo asked.
"Fine," the wolf answered. And he was telling the truth. Sure it hurt a little, but it felt so much better.
"Yeah, that's right," Leo thought to himself, reaffirming his earlier notions, " a young body can take a lot," and was this a fine young body or what. The big lion pushed his massive endowment in steadily: eight, nine, ten, eleven inches. He normally has to stop around here. But Leo was excited: not today! He had a fine young wolf in his service, and his muscular body could take a lot of cock. And Ray was certainly enjoying himself. The lion looked up at the wolf's face: utter bliss and pleasure. Perfect. Twelve, thirteen, thirteen and a half. This was where he had to stop that one time during the "merger" with Exis Networks, and up until today, was the furthest he had gotten. Was he going to go all the way with HXI?
Fourteen, fifteen. The lion's golden pubic fur was flush against the wolf's grey furred butt. Leo Cyprus and all his fifteen inches were inside this young wolf. What a great deal he made today! And so Leo started the process of signing the deal. He started slowly pulling out his long and thick cock until seven inches were out. Then back in. In and out, more coming out each time, and each time Leo more firmly impaled himself into the wolf. Oh, fuck, it felt good. The wolf was obviously excited. His cock was all the way erect again, and he was moaning loudly. So was Leo.
Moaning. The panthress was getting antsy. This was longer than usual, and she started to touch herself. If they're having that much fun in there, then might as well...
The muscular lion was now going full speed, jamming and impaling his thick fifteen inches into the wolf again and again. This was the best deal he'd done in a while. The wolf was equally satisfied. Fuck independence. A buyout is fine. Well, obviously, right. Leo used all of his skill, all of his strength, all of his years and years of matured experience, and definitely all of his cock to finish this deal. Harder and still deeper. His large and heavy lion testicles kept ramming into the grey backside of the wolf, and the wolf's equipment kept getting jammed into the desk.
The desk. The lion's desk had been through a lot of fucks in its time, and it always held true. But today was different. It was shaking violently, the heavy, muscular, wolven body getting slammed into it repeatedly by the huge lion. Crack. That was the first that happened. But today was different. Obviously, right.
The lion's huge cock was pistoning in and out now, thrashing the young wolf's ass and consequently wearing on the desk. It was slowly giving out. Crack. Thrust. Crack. But that's all right. Leo was almost done. And the wolf was perfectly fine, lost in a sea of pleasure somewhere wedged between a huge, muscular lion and a desk that couldn't take it much longer. Leo Cyprus loved power. He heard a crack of a desk. Oh, fuck, he thought, if he could be breaking the desk with his thrusts, then he sure had a whole lot of fucking power. This idea just turned him on more. And still he drove deeper and harder into the wolf. Leo was close. The desk was close. And if anyone could here the moaning out in the reception room, Claire was close as well. Here's where the primal rage really comes in. Cyprus started roaring, and with that his thrusts were that much more powerful, basically all fifteen inches out and back in again. Fuck, this was good.
And finally, with a final roar, the deal was signed. A torrent of lion cum came out of the thick rod impaled in the wolf's ass. It filled Ray up, which further added to his heaven, and kept gushing out. Leo's huge balls seemed to be emptying themselves right then and there. And that's when it gave way, mid-orgasm. The lion and the wolf both fell downward as their support splintered into shreds. The sturdy desk was no more. Leo slowly pulled out, and still, his cock kept at it. Thick ropes of lion seed added to the seemingly gallons pouring out of Ray's tailhole. It lasted for upwards of a minute.
And when it was done, Leo Cyprus assessed the situation. Okay, Ray Raewood is naked and lying in the remains of my desk in an orgasmic haze with my seed pouring out his backside. Talk about power. The deal was done.
It was about five minutes later that they had both reassembled themselves to a satisfactory state. They both had put back on their dress clothes, and aside from the fact that all their fur was matted down with cum and just generally disheveled looking, they could go out in public, or do other things. Like sign $9.2 billion contracts as representatives for their respective companies.
"Okay, Ray, just sign here," Leo said, and then motioned to a line on a carefully prepared stack of documents. Papers he fortunately kept somewhere other than his desk. The wolf did.
The wolf was about to leave. "I know now, well..." Ray started. "Well, you're kind of a legend in the business. I knew some from a friend who deal with you in the past. I guess I'm glad I know now that they've been telling the truth all these years. Telling the truth about the great Leo Cyprus."
"Well, now you know..."
"I do."
And with that, the two dealmakers walked out of the executive suite. They looked over at Claire, and before she could say anything, they knew. She enjoyed herself during the time as well. "Bye, take care, Mr. Raewood," Claire said.
"You too," and it was back to Mr. Raewood, he figured.
The wolf turned back to Leo. He looked into his deep blue eyes, knowing know that they are just as fierce as they look. "I'm glad I could do business with you, Leo Cyprus."
"Yeah, me too; why don't you take a look at those papers a little more closely on the elevator ride."
"Okay, will do. Bye, Leo," Ray said the last goodbyes and headed for the elevator. He got in, pushed floor 1, and started glancing at the deal.
They were all right. Everything anyone ever said about Leo Cyprus was right. He fucked you. Hardcore. In more ways than one. Judging by these figures, Leo was going to get the lion's share of the revenue from his own invention.
Figures.