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salesperson brought three shirts and four ties for every suit. Jake also took him to the shoe department where his foot was sized and a pair of cordovan shoes plus a pair of black and brown shoes were slated for delivery by six that evening along with the first suit, the ties and the shirts. Every time he tried to mouth a word of protest, he got what he was coming to call that look from Jake and he immediately stopped talking.
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    Indiscreet, Thursday Morning in Reed’s office
    Bull was almost nuts. The phones were ringing off the hook as one sub called another. Bull finally put his head in Reed’s office. “What the fuck is going on here today? I’ve been literally thrown out of Jamie’s office twice. I met Johnny, Danny and Robbie downstairs in reception on their way into the sub’s room and they said they were expecting Greg, Jamie, Brian and Jim.”
    Reed shook his head.
    Bull bellowed, “I’m asking again, Tom came into my office to get me. What’s going on? I got a call from Caden who got a call from Gary that the subs were having an emergency meeting at the club. Should we be holding one of our own?”
    “Sit. It’s Jake. He’s found a potential submissive who he believes is perfect for him and he wants the sub club to adopt him and show him what being a submissive means,” Reed said. “What’s worse in their eyes is that Jake just met him and doesn’t love him, at least not yet.”
    “Oh shit.” Bull slumped in his chair. “Another drama.” Bear walked into Reed’s office and sat down in his usual chair.
    “Somebody should call Cisco,” Reed said in a tone clearly indicating that he was unwilling to be the patsy who took on the job.
    “Fuck you, Reed. I’ll do it.” Bear picked up the phone.
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    Indiscreet, Thursday Morning in the new sub’s room
    All of the subs had arrived, Johnny being the last since he had to travel the farthest. “Tell Aubrey that Junior is in the kitchen having coffee and fresh scones,” Brian told Johnny.
    Johnny, having relayed the message, rejoined the table. “Are we all here?” asked Jim, counting noses. Brian, Greg, Jamie, Danny, Johnny and Robbie, he counted, seven subs all accounted for.
    “Why are we here? I had to postpone an appointment with a colleague,” Greg complained as he took a sip of the tea Jim had prepared earlier. He looked around the table.
    “All we have are the scones Marcel made for the staff this morning, so no grumbles.” Jim turned so he could see all seven of them at the round table.
    “We’re having an emergency. Jake Cohen called me this morning. He wants our help with a potential sub. The problem is that Jake doesn’t love him yet and he wants the guy to sign a three month contract to live with him and work for him,” Jim said, putting the problem directly on the table.
    “He’s signed a contract for a sub?” Brian sputtered. “With no input from us and now he wants help. Do I have this right—one of the Masters has requested our help with a matchmaking project?”
    “My God, is Jake losing it signing a BDSM contract without running it by Bear or Reed?” Jamie broke his scone in half and dipped it into his tea.
    “Jake is a contracts lawyer.” Danny pointed out to the rest of them. “But he should run a BDSM contract by Bear. Who represented the kid?”
    “Patience people, don’t jump to conclusions. “I didn’t say he signed the BDSM contract yet.” Jim began to pour the tea. “He’s going to sign some kind of agreement that has the kid staying with him for three months so they see if they suit.” Jim handed a cup to Danny.
    “He said if everything works out this weekend, he intends to press the kid to sign a submissive agreement in the near future. Otherwise he’s going to put him up for a few months until the kid gets on his feet.” Jim poured his own tea.
    “After only a week? He’s going to make his decision after only a week,” Brian muttered.
    Jim turned to him and said in an