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 wewe don't need all that land; it's ridiculous, Michael."
"What's ridiculous is wewe 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 dakika so there must be a very good reason as to why he was still around.
"Michael why don't wewe purchase one of the lots in Beverly Hills au 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 au 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 burberry and faced his boss once more. "I'm going for some coffee. wewe exhaust me, Michael. wewe 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 juisi 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 wewe don't need all that land; it's ridiculous, Michael."
"What's ridiculous is wewe 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 dakika so there must be a very good reason as to why he was still around.
"Michael why don't wewe purchase one of the lots in Beverly Hills au 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 au 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 burberry and faced his boss once more. "I'm going for some coffee. wewe exhaust me, Michael. wewe 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 juisi sounds pretty good, he thought, and headed for the kitchen.
I know I'm your biggest fan
I don't ever have to ask
Who's that man behind the mask
While in this world wewe made HISTORY
But left behind a whole lot of mystery
People are still trying to belittle your name
But I know they're just jealous of your fame
They liked to play with your feelings like a toy
But I always loved wewe my precious boy
People tried to hurt wewe and I'd scream NO!!
Stop talking bad about my hero
I bet they all wanted wewe to come out confessing
But I'm glad wewe left them all guessing
I upendo wewe Michael you're FOREVER in my heart
wewe and I NEVER will we part!!!