Maybe if she set up an off brand; a subsidiary that is marketed solely for the working class. It would be something we could set up in my more modest malls and it could be marketed as a way for people to get a taste of the richer pleasures of life.
Wait. Why am I thinking about this? The entire point of this deal was to utilize her premium products to help lift the status of my reworked malls.
Thankfully, my secretary walks back into my office, and bails me out of my thoughts.
“What’d you find?” I ask.
“It seems Ms. Dean has been very busy. She’s already met with a dozen big names. Here,” he says, as he lays down a set of papers with names and bio’s on them.
I read a name and I hear the deep grinding of my teeth.
Mattheo Ingram. The files say that they met for lunch a few days ago. They were speaking about his malls and housing stores around the world. Rumors are that it went well. Very well.
“Something wrong, sir?” my secretary asks.
I don’t respond.