Incest stories, mom and son, Power shifts from mother to son, At five minutes after nine on a Monday morning I left Warren’s office with a broad smile on my face. I was going to enjoy this project a lot more than I should. I’ve only been a real investment banker for about two years so getting to rescue a company single handed was a big vote of confidence from the two partners. What they didn’t know was that it was my mother’s company.
I’m John, 25 years old and working for a small hedge fund. I graduated Suma Cum Laude from Penn state and then got my MBA from Wharton. But what I didn’t put on my resume was what got me here. Somehow Warren found out I’d turned twenty thousand dollars, my tuition, into one and one half million. I took out loans to cover the tuition cost and then invested the money my mother had given me for grad school. Sounds good, right? It was, till I made a risky options play in my second year of grad school and ended up with about 50K. I was humiliated and pulled back from the market.
Me? I’m six three and lean also. I work out but I’m also blessed with amazing genes so I’m well, damn good looking. I was approached to do modeling but declined. It doesn’t challenge me. My hair is blonde and my eyes brown. Oh, and I have a thick 7 and half inch long circumcised penis and I shave my pubic region too. I figured you’d like to know.
I have what people have called ‘presence’, that innate aura that I’m somehow in charge. I like it.
During my interview with Warren Jasperman I thought I was doing well when he suddenly asked some very specific questions as so why I chose that options play. I was stunned. I figured this interview was toast. I answered him in detail, no point in trying to cover since, as I found out later, Warren and Calder’s network was very big. He listened very carefully, asked more questions and then told me I was hired. My stunned look asked the question my mouth wouldn’t. He smiled and explained.
“You had the right position, as you know. You just lacked the deep pockets to ride out the dip. We have those pockets.”
And that is how I became an investment banker. For the next two years I was tutored extensively. I had no social life. Whatever time I had way from the office was spent on case studies. This was going to be my test. Warren and Calder had given me the briefing and the doc box.
“John, this company was closely held until two years ago. To fund expansion the owner made a public offering and handed out options. However, she didn’t pay attention and now over 50% of the stock is out there. There are vultures circling. She has a couple of good products but it’s the research they want. She has asked us to defend her company. In return we will get a big piece of it and we will have any future public offerings. Now go save our company.”
I had no other clients so the rest of my day was spent dissecting my mother’s most cherished accomplishment. It was impressive.
Growing up, I, of course, loved my mother but I also admired her. She was always in charge, always ‘on’. It was from her that I inherited my ‘presence’. She could also be very affectionate and my sister and I were well aware that she also enjoyed sex. Even with the door closed it was obvious. We’d sit in the hall and giggle listening. Mom worked long hours but always made the games and plays that my sister and I were in. Now I was seeing what she had built.
She had a small manufacturing company that made stuff not germane to this story. But more than just her products, she had a research department that spun out one idea after another. That was what they were after, those ideas. It was clear that mom had not considered the concept that someone might come after her company. I had my work cut out for me but the biggest challenge was going to be to get her to listen to me.
By the time I left my office at nine PM I knew as much about Miranda’s company as she did. Warren had set up a meeting with her, in her office, tomorrow at ten. She assumed it was with Warren.
My mom kept her maiden name for business reasons and the partners had not delved into her personal life so they were sending me to what they thought was a tough meeting with a tough broad. That part they had right.
Mom’s secretary tried not to leave her mouth gaping open when she looked up at me. We chatted briefly, I was of course, charming. The secretary was fortyish attractive and well-built with a small maybe B chest and a wedding ring. I made no attempt to make a pass at her even though I knew she’d say yes if I did. I had much more important issues. She ushered me into her boss’s office, got me some coffee and left.
Five minutes later Miranda Kaufman, my mother, strode through the door. I stood up. She saw me, quickly looked around the room and looked at me again, this time quizzically.
“John, it’s wonderful to see you but your timing is a bit off, I was supposed to meet with someone. Could you come back another time?”
“Hello Mother. Actually I can’t come another time. This is my appointment.”
She was back in charge now. She sat at her desk and called up her calendar.
“I’m not sure if you’re trying to be funny but you’re not. I’m meeting with Warren Jasperman today and it’s very important so I need you to leave.”
“I work for Warren, he sent me.”
I had told mom I worked for an investment bank but she never asked which one. In her world, nothing was serious except her. She looked at me in surprise. There was a pause.
“No, no, no, there is some mistake. I am NOT putting the future of my company in the hands of a child.”
I began to speak and she waved me off as she poked the phone. I sat as she talked to Warren. He clearly was not letting on he knew nothing of this and he also was not giving ground. After a few minutes mom hung up. She just stared at me.
“You really traded your tuition into a million and half?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Ask me to invest?”
“Because I knew you wouldn’t take me seriously. Would you?”
She thought for a moment.
“No, I wouldn’t have.”
I looked straight into her eyes.
“And what would you have said after the position cratered, mother?”
She did not like my inquisition but she answered.
“I would have told you that you were stupid and an amateur.”
She paused.
“Well, Warren, whom I trust beyond words, says you are the best and that they will be reviewing any moves with you so I guess I’m stuck.”
I decided to ignore that remark.
“I have a plan of action and I’d like to go over it with you.”
“I have an hour, let’s get started.”
We moved to the conference table and I spread out the papers and computer printouts. I gave her the background of her adversaries and what we believed they wanted. That part was easy. When I laid out the plan she listened for about twenty five minutes. It was radical, but it was the only way. I watched her face get tighter. Her hands clenched. She finally stood up. She towered over me. As she spoke she hit the table for emphasis.
“NO! I will NOT do this! You’re going to cost my people their jobs, your going to strip me of my power to run this company and it will fail! You’re a damn child and you have no idea what it’s like to run a company!”
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