He was handsome, with tousled blond hair. An easy confident walk.
Yeah, the deal is lined up
Crossing the road now and talking… on a Bluetooth headset? A cellphone? I couldn’t tell
They reviewed the presentation and the latest ROI figures on the deal were acceptable. Yes. Uh uh…
It’s 2016 now. I am living in an odd part of Downtown Toronto. Steps from where the rich run their Ferraris in aimless circles to show off. Steps from where the poor buy their “rose in a glass container” crack pipes at the convenience store. My wife often takes the stroller across the road to get away from a weird person.
Yeah, we discussed his concerns with the deal. The discounted cash flow calculation landed it right in our sweet spot.
He was dressed in a neat summer blazer. A T-shirt under it. Creased shorts and flip-flops. I couldn’t tell whether this was fantastic style and he was pulling it off, or if it was falling flat. What I know about fashion is that the most interesting outfits live in that precarious balance. This outfit’s “success” will depend on his age, social status, attitude.
We finalized those details. As the buyer, we’ll take on the $2 million break-up fee, but the audit will have to come back clean.
28 years old? 30? And making these kinds of deals? It always stings to think that my Finance degree could’ve opened a similar Door To Riches, but I chose to walk away from that because of my morals. You can’t even buy a pair of socks with your fucking morals. A career as an email spammer – talk about morals. Shush! Coming closer to him now!
Yes, I spoke with the board of directors.
The Heart says it’s a “go”.
The Lungs approved the deal. Yes.
I consulted the Nervous System and it says that there’s a high probability that the deal will be successful.
The Brain is still not on board but I think I can bring him around eventually.
