After inheriting his Father's cotton mill at 23 years old , David Newton soon found out that in fact he, the one with the gold did make the rules.

David Newton sat in his office at the end of another day, he could here the mighty machines in his Cotton Mill being shut down, and female voices from the three hundred plus women working in the Mill taking the place of the constant whirring machinery. There came a light tap on his office door."Enter" said Newton, and a not unattractive thirty-ish year old woman came into the room closing the door behind her. " I am Ellen Marks " said the woman standing in front of his desk ," I have been advised I should visit you after work " . " Well your here " said Newton smiling at her "what can I do for you " ?