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"It works, Carl. It just does!" Beasly said around a mouthful of ravioli.
"I don't think it does, sadly. I just -"
"Hold that thought!" Beasly raised his hand in the crowded restaurant. "Waiter! Waiter! You want something, Carl?"
Carl narrowed his eyes holding in his exasperated sigh. "I'm good."
The waiter came and Beasly pointed to his food, the young boy just raised his eyebrows questioning. This only prompted Mr. Beasly to point at his food more emphatically. Which in turn made the boy pick up his plate.
"Would you like another serving, sir?"
"No, lad! Are you daft! The peas! Smell them." The boy did. "Well?"
"They smell fine to me, sir."
Beasly looked at him like one of his misbehaving animals. "You're lucky I don't ask to speak with the manager. Bring me something else. Go! Some potatoes or something."
The boy left. Carl cleared his throat.
"I am sorry to have wasted your time," Carl said.
"What? Nonsense." Beasly fiddled with his food. The meeting was going sower, but he had one more trick up his sleeve. "Have you heard of Neo Tech?"
"Neo Tech?" Carl asked, puzzled.
"Yes! Neo Tech!" The boy arrived with the food, Beasly barely acknowledged him. "It is this new technology our scientists have been working on. What is that look? You don't believe me? Go on! Google it!"
Carl was curious enough to do just that, he didn't like Beasly, but he wasn't one to throw opportunities in the toilet because of prejudice. After a while, Carl smiled.
"Right? Right?" Beasly started eating his freshly brought potatoes.
"This is promising. Yes. I must admit I wasn't expecting this. Do your people -"
"Bahhhh, what is this?" Beasly threw his fork on the table. "Boy! Get over here!"
"Sir?" The waiter came running.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Beasly picked up the plate, brought it back down clanking. "Why didn't you bring me live potatoes while you're at it?"
"Apologies, sir." The boy picked up the dish unceremoniously. "I'll fetch you a fresh batch right away."
The boy left and Beasly turned to Carl. "Sorry about that, Carl. I can't stand sloppy service." He made a show of staring in the lad's direction. "This is how I approach my company as well. Nothing but perfection."
"I see," Carl said. "About this Neo Tech. I just texted my boss and he is pleasantly surprised that's on the table. We have... reconsidered our interest."
Beasly smiled, just as he knew they would. "It's a hard offer to refuse."
The boy brought a steaming plate of potatoes, refusing to meet Beasly's predatory stare as he did so.
"Yes," Carl laced his fingers and leaned forward. "We are ready to offer you fifteen percent equity if you offer us the services of Neo Tech."
Beasly nodded. "I won't haggle with you Carl. I've made that mistake before!"
Carl forced a smile that looked utterly preposterous on his lean face. "You have." He then pierced his lips, he really didn't like working with Beasly but sometimes you had to do what you had to do. And business was business. "My people will contact you shortly."
They shook hands and Carl got up to leave.
Beasly, satisfied with the deal, tried his potatoes then yelled for the waiter again. However this time it was a girl that came to serve him.
"Anything wrong, sir?"
"Where is that - that - that incompetent -" Beasly was flustered by the girl, he was angry and wanted to yell but she caught him off guard. Just as well, Carl was still getting his coat and observing the situation.
"Sir, we have a strict no-staff-insults policy." The girl said in the most polite way possible.
"I demand to speak with the manager!" Beasly said loud enough for Carl to hear. He in turn left the establishment before the resolution.
"Is there a problem, sir?" The manager - a well-dressed, well-mannered middle-aged man - stood with his hands behind his back.
"The potatoes -"
"We'll get you a different serving, sir."
"But the boy -"
"Was there a problem with someone from my staff?"
"He didn't listen that bastard -"
"Sir, I must ask you to leave now. We have a strict no-staff-insult policy."
"Do you even know who I am?" Beasly got up to meet the man eye-to-eye. He was still a few inches shorter.
"No, and I doubt I ever will. Good day."
Beasly, incredulous and offended, stormed out of the high-class restaurant. He made sure to bump as many people as possible on his way out. He was a bull after all. And no one played with the bull without getting the horns.
Beasly's rampage through his contacts to find a link to the restaurant that embarrassed him was cut starkly short by an incoming message from Carl that read:
"No deal."
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