So why me

Thursday, October 23rd

10h40am - Paris time

In a large office, a man in a chic suit chews his big cigar frantically. Interested by the proposal that has just been submitted to him, looking contemplative, in his leather office chair, he turns from right to left. Slowly raising his eyes to the tens of millions of dollars in a short skirt smiling at him and having fun with their hair, the man scratches his chin before stopping the movement of his chair by putting his feet firmly on the ground.

"You don't promise to invest in a company like mine for nothing, so may I ask what your requirements are, miss?"

The young lady, who represents a huge financial conglomerate on her own initiative, is well aware of the very strong interest of this entrepreneur in her offer. Torn between insufficient assets, a negative annual accounting balance sheet, Koreans with long teeth who keep launching their attacks to monopolize what this man claims to be a Parisian institution and which must remain so, the young lady is convinced, without her, that if this Parisian fashion patriot refused her offer today, he will regrett it from this evening and would open his veins after the transfer of this so-called institution as soon as she will head towards Seoul.

"You misunderstand me on one point. I will certainly not invest on my behalf. My uncle can't refuse me anything, he will transfer the funds on my behalf as soon as we reach an agreement that suits me. If you are concerned about the influence that my American origins will have on your company and its foundations, you can be reassured immediately. I am prepared to sign a document, according to which I will never interfere in the control, decision-making and all that goes with it, of your company, thus in no way hindering your leadership. My claims are extremely simple. You will be able to do them without difficulty and they have absolutely nothing professional, at least not from my point of view. This concerns me on a very personal level and I therefore want you to take care of it personally. I know that tomorrow you will be recruiting a young model named Roy April and I expect two things from you that are by no means negotiable. First: Make Roy your muse and..."

While man does not usually deal this cases himself, he nevertheless keeps himself informed of developments in his company. The words of the young girl who told him this as if she was asking him to throw away a used old shirt made him react. "Just a moment, miss, if I'm not mistaken, our current male representative signed his contract two weeks ago. I'm afraid if..."

The girl feels a little uncomfortable in this position, in which she has now been sitting for more than 10 minutes. Her left leg, which was overlapping her right leg, returns to the ground, then in a delicate gesture, she switches and puts her right leg on her left leg. Not very interested in the complaints of the man waving his hands, she puts her hand in front of her mouth to hide her yawn. To get to Paris quickly, she had to travel at night and has not rested for a moment since. The young lady who thinks that this agitated little man should have let off enough steam for now, raises her hand to silence him.

"Tut tut tut, don't get so agitated, there's no need to panic, I am convinced that you want the best investors to move your company forward. Am I wrong? So we agree. Moreover, the models live for a majority, an unbridled existence and do not always have the nostrils clean. Investigate very quickly and fire him accusing it of damaging your image for one reason or another, the rest doesn't interest me. As I said before you disrespectfully interrupted me, I come back to what interests me much more: Make Roy your Muse and secondly, when I ask you, make sure you retain his agent when he travels for you."

Without a voice, more than perplexed, the man is amazed by the girl's request. This is a huge investment that will make this young lady his main shareholder. So the reasons for this investment are what he thinks he understood? Momentarily rejecting his stupor, the man picked up his phone. It don't take 20 seconds for a woman about 50 to enter the office with a notebook and pen in her hand. Without noise, without even saying a word, with her eyes fixed on the man, she waits for his instructions.

"Contact the various paparazzi Parisians, Londoners, Milanese and others, while we're at it. Contact everyone we have a good relationship with and see if they have any interesting information about Steve Bergston. If this is the case, except for those to those that would involve our house, they will publish them all immediately in their online newspapers. I want to see a flood of shit about him flooding the net. Tell them that we will be grateful for this gesture. That will be all."

Watching the very professional woman leave, the young girl smiles. She doesn't want to take over her father's business, but she has to admit that helping each person's black and greedy heart to manifest itself is quite interesting. Knowing the limited time at her disposal, the girl finds another amusing idea. She opens her Versace white shoulder bag, takes a candy out of it and removes the red packaging, before putting it in her mouth. Cherry, her favorite, the young girl smiles even more widely and refocuses herself to face again the man who sighs in his chair.

"Perfect, now you have until 3:00pm to find a reason to fire this Steve. If at 03:00pm, I don't see anything online, forget the $120 million. However, if the work is done properly, I will come back with my legal counsel and lawyers to finalize our agreement and as soon as the documents are signed, my uncle will make a bank transfer to you. That being said, I now have nothing more to do here, so excuse me."

The man in his chair closes his eyes. Is that what it feels like to sign a pact with the devil? Is it making the right choice by joining forces with these American giants? Tired of these last few months and in front of the tall blonde girl followed by two men in black is already walking towards the door, he gets his act together and gets up quickly.

"Don't worry, Miss Benson, everything will be done in time, but the pressure you put on me will eventually kill me. Now, let me walk you to your car."

Jessica who savours her cherry candy, stops and turns around to the man which she doesn't care about complaints. "Kill you? If I wanted to kill you, your beautiful French haute couture house would already be in my hands and I would tear it in half if my heart told me. I propose this partnership only out of boredom, to spice up my dull life and because I am not very happy about managing companies. So stop complaining, sit behind your desk and do what I asked you to do by starting looking for a way to get this guy out of my Roy's position who, like me, deserves people to chant his name. That's all said and done. See you this afternoon, at least I hope so for your sake."