June 1988
Michael eyed his assistant angrily and crossed his arms and legs.
"Hmmf," he snorted and looked away. "Look, I want the ranch. So make it happen."
Across the desk, his assistant, Mark, rubbed one temple and pursued cautiously.
"I just don't think it's a good investment. It's way too much cash and Ты don't need all that land; it's ridiculous, Michael."
"What's ridiculous is Ты not sealing this deal!" He was quickly losing his temper. Michael had been here many times before with Mark. Under normal circumstances he would have dismissed an uncouporative employee. After all, nobody told Michael Jackson what to do.
So it was a surprise to many in the Jackson camp that he elected to keep Mark on and pick-pick back and forth with him. Something that had, needless to say, not gone unnoticed and caused a bit of undisclosed gossip and giggles. Mark could drive Michael through the roof in минуты so there must be a very good reason as to why he was still around.
"Michael why don't Ты purchase one of the lots in Beverly Hills или Bretwald?" Michael immedietly began shaking his head back and forth sending his black curls swaying. Mark trailed off and watched as one of them caught and came to rest across his petite nose. Michael peered at him now looking disheveled and quite peculiar. Mark restrained his smirk and continued, "two или three mil for fives acres. Come on."
"The ranch." Michael didn't blink. There was silence.
"...fine." Mark rose and snatched up his phone and folder after the announcement. He flung on his барберри, burberry and faced his boss once more. "I'm going for some coffee. Ты exhaust me, Michael. Ты want anything?"
"No," Michael snipped. He stared deliberatly out the window at his brother, Randy, who was giving a spectacular walloping to something in the pool.
"Right." Mark slid from the room. Michael quickly turned and watched him interestedly as he went. Then he cleared his throat and stood. Some сок sounds pretty good, he thought, and headed for the kitchen.
Michael eyed his assistant angrily and crossed his arms and legs.
"Hmmf," he snorted and looked away. "Look, I want the ranch. So make it happen."
Across the desk, his assistant, Mark, rubbed one temple and pursued cautiously.
"I just don't think it's a good investment. It's way too much cash and Ты don't need all that land; it's ridiculous, Michael."
"What's ridiculous is Ты not sealing this deal!" He was quickly losing his temper. Michael had been here many times before with Mark. Under normal circumstances he would have dismissed an uncouporative employee. After all, nobody told Michael Jackson what to do.
So it was a surprise to many in the Jackson camp that he elected to keep Mark on and pick-pick back and forth with him. Something that had, needless to say, not gone unnoticed and caused a bit of undisclosed gossip and giggles. Mark could drive Michael through the roof in минуты so there must be a very good reason as to why he was still around.
"Michael why don't Ты purchase one of the lots in Beverly Hills или Bretwald?" Michael immedietly began shaking his head back and forth sending his black curls swaying. Mark trailed off and watched as one of them caught and came to rest across his petite nose. Michael peered at him now looking disheveled and quite peculiar. Mark restrained his smirk and continued, "two или three mil for fives acres. Come on."
"The ranch." Michael didn't blink. There was silence.
"...fine." Mark rose and snatched up his phone and folder after the announcement. He flung on his барберри, burberry and faced his boss once more. "I'm going for some coffee. Ты exhaust me, Michael. Ты want anything?"
"No," Michael snipped. He stared deliberatly out the window at his brother, Randy, who was giving a spectacular walloping to something in the pool.
"Right." Mark slid from the room. Michael quickly turned and watched him interestedly as he went. Then he cleared his throat and stood. Some сок sounds pretty good, he thought, and headed for the kitchen.
The Далее день Michael was still pissed off from lastnight what happen with Tatiana but he couldn't be еще pissed then ever. Michael Любовь Tatiana soo much but she was a сука for cheating on him. But Michael just put that aside for now he had to go to work so he put his clothes on for today. Michael went to work late it was 7:00 so he walk in and he сказал(-а) " sorry guys that I was late the bus was late" (everyone look at him crazy) Michael сказал(-а) " what get the hell to work" (everyone just did what he said) then they took a 5 mins break and went to work and then everybody left exself for Michael he just wanted to know why would Tatiana cheat on him like that??? What did he do to her? then Michael put that aside 2 and left and went home. Michael start to cry and fellsleep. Thinking about Taitana. To be Contuine.. Hope u like it!!! :) sorry if its short again :( but still hope u like it :)
The Michael Jackson estate is tired of waiting for Lloyd's of Лондон to pay out on the $17.5 million "This Is it" insurance policy -- so they're going after Lloyd's in court ... demanding they pay up, stat.
Lloyd's of Лондон originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether by homicide или not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
Lloyd's of Лондон originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether by homicide или not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.