Casa Revisited: Cooked Buns - At Bottom Line

Although actually Diego did an amazing job, rapidly rebuilding the wrecked restaurant’s badly beyond-breakeven broken business-model busily, systematically setting stricter standards and spanking sub-standard staff soundly, still stupid, spoiled-silly silver-spoon investor Riley sadly sees no decisive difference with desperately deficient dumbo Aiden’s asinine attitude, appropriately awarded aghast all-attire-abandoned arse-agony into absolute abjection, hence the licking-happy loathsome lout lewdly lays-on the ladle lash-wise as liberally on the laborious lad’s as the lewd, lazy loser-lout’s lower limbs lividly.
It’s true the books aren’t actually in order yet, neither in figures nor in format, which Ridley blames best-educated Diego for, but(t) it’s Aiden who failed to keep any books or accounting, barely collected documents in boxes arbitrarily, Diego is thriftily sorting them and entering them in files for a computer package, alas not realizing for long it’s not quite right for this state, as he got it from kin in his native state. That’s actually easily fixed: a fellow frat-alumnus already scheduled for a free weekend-stay to fine-tune the books, will work-over the warts well in time for the fiscal reporting.
Rather than protesting his pointless perky-puerile-posterior-purple-paining as perfidious part of pitiless personnel-pounding-practice probably pushing-out the productive people, Diego patiently puts-up with his poop-pink-to-purple-paining as piously as when his pa and preceptors properly punished his posterior for propitious purposes, and prays his personnel-pick to persist with him, promising to prepare a proper policy pretty-promptly. As pompous president of the board, Riley insists to sign just about all official papers, without properly reading a percent, pretending it’s micro-manager control, unaware this shifts even shared legal responsibility from staff and management to him, plentifully preparing the peril of his predictable pratfall from perfidious power. Having learned about the illegal accounting aspect, Diego decided to print-out the criminal result for clueless presidential signature and send it to the tax office, before signing alone for his mate’s bill and sending the corrected version as soon as Riley is charged with fiscal fraud.
The court rules Riley, who already squandered most of his huge inheritance, often investing dumbly, unfit to sit on any board and fines him double all his profits, forcing him to sell his shares, which Diego and a few college friends, briefed in time, buy for pittance, as nobody else wants a restaurant seeming an eternal money-pit. Still well short of his fine due within a week, Riley spends several months in debtor prison, while other assets are auctioned off, assigned to the kitchen, where he proves as worthless as in any business, hence gets sternly scolded, stripped and soundly spanked for compromising three meagre meals a day, finally at the right, receiving end of the lash, which workaholic, hence quasi-absent lax lord father French failed to lay on lovingly or to leave that loco parentis to professionals, so sparing the stupid squirt the regularly-required rod really spoiled the silver spoon-spoiled scion systematically, spelling stupid stunts from the start. Getting a negative report from the warden, the court has him locked-up another semester, then assigns a particularly-pitiless parole officer for life -formally until he proves having become a model businessman, while he won’t even be permitted to try again- who will weekly whoop him wretchedly wriggling worm-wise all-on-ankles OTK for standard lecture and questioning, and in the likely case of any other fault, a severe session starkers over the sawhorse for reformatory-strapping, alaways first in a long line of younger charges watching his worshipful-wailing-waking wickedly-well-whipped woes, as demonstrative deterrent of the dire derriere-dermis-doom dreading dumbos who don’t desist demeanours and debauchery in due-course.
Diego meanwhile takes management in hand happily, hard-handedly, however hardly-haughtily, properly, permanently as proud professional perfectionist, painstakingly pulling-up preparing- and presenting-standards, promoting perfectly-performing personnel, peeling-off pants from pink-purple-pounding-promised poor-performers praying pitifully to avoid the proverbial boot by the physical feel on their frockless fannies, while guaranteeing customers satisfaction or taking out any consistent complaint on a concerned waiter or cook’s clothless cones, corroborated in kind or, in case of compounded klutzing, by curs-cones-crossly-crimson-cuts-criss-cross-covering caning by Diego at closing-time. Profits are up even faster than the abject arses, promising professional prosperity by the protracted practice of posterior-punishment for proper purposes.