It’s something you expect. You come out to a city full of skyscrapers and scandal. People love the challenge. But me? I just got lucky that I have good instincts. This deal was a lot to handle; apparently a huge feud over who gets what and how much. This mans office seemed to be what looked like a small palace. I almost wanted to ditch my bar crawl this evening and take him up on his Japanese Whiskey tasting tour offer. But I didn’t want him to include his kind gesture in whatever deal we were about to make.
With one finger, he slipped me a piece of paper across the marble or onyx or whatever table this was. I skim it at first. And as I finally begin to read it I can’t help but notice how complacent he was with his so very predictable behavior. You could tell his philosophy on life was a lot different than mine just by the grin on his face. As if he has a lot less to lose than I do. So, I slid the paper back and asked him for 60/40. He looked surprised. Not as though he was offended, but the type of shock you have when someone see’s you for who you really are. He agreed. After I signed the contract and before I left his palace I said, “Remember you are paying me to create something that you simply can not.”
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