Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Aug 2, 2018 19:20:34 GMT -8
"Mr. Samson? Mr. Reynolds is here for your 10:30."
A moment later Gregory Reynolds was striding towards Joshua's desk, The older man did his best not to look the part, his business suit crisp and neat as he reached out to shake the now standing Joshua's extended hand.
"Mr. Samson? Gregory Reynolds. My daughter and Nathaniel Grant have had plenty to say about you- all good, I might add."
”Please call me Joshua, sir. I’m glad someone has good things to say about me.”
Samson chuckles as he gestures the father of Savannah to have a seat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.
”Have a seat. Coffee, tea, water?”
"Coffee would do nicely. Cream, sugar - and I'll call you Joshua only if you call me Gregory."
He took the proffered seat.
"Now ,I believe you are looking for backing on a certain project??"
Pressing the intercom on his desk, Samson requests that his personal assistant, Linda, bring in a coffee.
”Yes indeed, Gregory, I have a project that I’m seeking investors for. It’s going to be a wrestling organization.”
Gregory smiles. Samson hands over a manila folder.
”This is the business prospectus my team has drawn up. I’m looking to create a manager-member LLC with a select few of money people.”
Gregory pulled the prospectus out and studied it, in silence, for a few moments.
"This is a good presentation. Now…"
He slid the prospectus back in the folder.
"Sell me on it, son. Why should I fund your little dream beyond the fact it will make a little girl happy."
Samson, always prideful, gives the older businessman a slight raised eyebrow.
’This ’little dream’ of mine is a guaranteed cash cow within the first year projected to yield eighty-five percent from the initial capital put into it. Beyond the money aspect, I don’t think anything else should matter to you, Gregory. There is no need for me to shoot smoke up your ass about minute details. I’m a solid commodity in the wrestling business, I’m sure you’ve done your research about that?”
Gregory nods, but his smile has faded a bit.
"Son, I've done my homework and yes- on paper this is a cherry deal. But I've seen more than one 'cherry deal' go sour because the guy's heart wasn't in it. Facts and figures are fine- I want to see where your heart lies.
And I'm not talking minor details, either. My daughter just got out of one situation where the guy's heart was in the wrong place. You want your company to end up like his? It'll happen without the people to make it work. Tell me you have the plan that will make them want to hurt themselves for you."
There is a slight knock on the door before Linda strolls in with the cup of coffee in here hand. She excuses her interruption before placing the coffee on the desk in front of Gregory.
”No disrespect to you, Gregory, but I’m not your son. I find your repeated usage of the word toward me degrading. I understand you have a few years over me but this isn’t my first time to the dance, sir.”
Linda quickly moves out of the room before she can be verbally acknowledged. Gregory nods at her, taking the cup and taking a sip as Joshua spoke.
"Just remember what happened with your last dance partner, Joshua."
”I’m at a lost here, Gregory. You’ve talked as if the formation of this company has anything to do with your daughter beyond giving her a place of employment to ply the trade that she loves. What experiences she may have had with past employers bears no credence on what I am attempting to do here.”
Gregory chuckles.
"Faline would have us both if she thought I was driving that kind of bargain. She's been breaking her ass trying to make it by herself for years. No, Joshua, I'm just using her as an example. Lots of people were screwed over, not just Faline. Anarchy's rise can be directly linked to Mayhem's fall. And I'm sure those same people will follow where you lead. I'm wanting to know that these people won't be screwed over for wealth and power again."
”The rise or fall of either brand is of no importance since EHWF as a company is still chugging along. The majority that have chosen to follow me are very much still contracted with that company. The wrestling organization that I will operate does not hinge on anything from Michael Rissi.”
Gregory spreads his hands.
"If that majority still have contracts with EHWF, then tell me why, when Nathaniel took the reins, they told him to fuck off? I've been watching- even Faline would have to be begged to come back."
Samson shrugs his shoulders as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his desk.
”You’d have to enquire with those still contracted there, Gregory. I no longer have any vested interest with EHWF. I wish it’s continued success but other than that…”
The Executive Representative allows his sentence to hang. Gregory smiles a little.
"Nathaniel's fighting a losing battle. Can't say that stubborn stops with my family- but I do admire his will to keep fighting for one more show."
”I guess. As much as I’d like to wax on Sah’ta Thor’s EHWF success during the sabbatical of Michael Rissi, this meeting is about your potential investment into Iconic Professional Wrestling.”
Gregory smiles and nods.
"Don't worry, S- Joshua. You might not have said what I wanted to hear, but I get the feeling you know what I'm wanting you to know- just not in words."
He chuckles.
"Maybe if we got you drunk…"
”I’m definitely not one to pass up a good round of cognac and a cigar, but I’m so busy with this project and my impending nuptials in a few days I really don’t have the time. Raincheck?”
"We'll lift glasses on your launch. Both of them! I assume your marriage is to the lovely young lady I met online?"
Smile upon his face from the thought of his wife-to-be, Samson reaches forward to grab the framed picture of Astrid Sedin that rested on his desk and turns it so that Reynolds can see.
”Yes, that’s my small bundle of chaotic energy: Astrid Sedin.”
Gregory's smile almost matches Joshua's.
"Haven't seen a smile that wide on a face since the day I took Nora as mine."
”My second time around I definitely have to get this one right. Although she’s very….unfiltered, she still has my heart.”
"'Unfiltered' is a good word for it. For all of our women."
”It doesn’t help any that she’s only twenty-six either. This new age generation don’t have the same level of respect our generations has.”
"Yes, well. Unfortunately she's in a sport where people are more than eager to teach respect."
The look in Gregor's eyes made Joshua wonder just who he meant by that.
”Yes indeed but she’s well aware of that. So that prospectus is from your keeping. I really want you onboard as a member of Iconic Media LLC, Gregory. Give it a long study and get back to me.”
Folder in hand, Gregory Reynold rose and shook Joshua's hand again, smiling.
"I hope to talk to you again, then. After cognac, of course."
He gave Joshua a wink, then makes his way for the door. Joshua strokes the stubble on his cheeks as Gregory exits.
”Pompous old man.”
Gregory Reynolds
A moment later Gregory Reynolds was striding towards Joshua's desk, The older man did his best not to look the part, his business suit crisp and neat as he reached out to shake the now standing Joshua's extended hand.
"Mr. Samson? Gregory Reynolds. My daughter and Nathaniel Grant have had plenty to say about you- all good, I might add."
”Please call me Joshua, sir. I’m glad someone has good things to say about me.”
Samson chuckles as he gestures the father of Savannah to have a seat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.
”Have a seat. Coffee, tea, water?”
"Coffee would do nicely. Cream, sugar - and I'll call you Joshua only if you call me Gregory."
He took the proffered seat.
"Now ,I believe you are looking for backing on a certain project??"
Pressing the intercom on his desk, Samson requests that his personal assistant, Linda, bring in a coffee.
”Yes indeed, Gregory, I have a project that I’m seeking investors for. It’s going to be a wrestling organization.”
Gregory smiles. Samson hands over a manila folder.
”This is the business prospectus my team has drawn up. I’m looking to create a manager-member LLC with a select few of money people.”
Gregory pulled the prospectus out and studied it, in silence, for a few moments.
"This is a good presentation. Now…"
He slid the prospectus back in the folder.
"Sell me on it, son. Why should I fund your little dream beyond the fact it will make a little girl happy."
Samson, always prideful, gives the older businessman a slight raised eyebrow.
’This ’little dream’ of mine is a guaranteed cash cow within the first year projected to yield eighty-five percent from the initial capital put into it. Beyond the money aspect, I don’t think anything else should matter to you, Gregory. There is no need for me to shoot smoke up your ass about minute details. I’m a solid commodity in the wrestling business, I’m sure you’ve done your research about that?”
Gregory nods, but his smile has faded a bit.
"Son, I've done my homework and yes- on paper this is a cherry deal. But I've seen more than one 'cherry deal' go sour because the guy's heart wasn't in it. Facts and figures are fine- I want to see where your heart lies.
And I'm not talking minor details, either. My daughter just got out of one situation where the guy's heart was in the wrong place. You want your company to end up like his? It'll happen without the people to make it work. Tell me you have the plan that will make them want to hurt themselves for you."
There is a slight knock on the door before Linda strolls in with the cup of coffee in here hand. She excuses her interruption before placing the coffee on the desk in front of Gregory.
”No disrespect to you, Gregory, but I’m not your son. I find your repeated usage of the word toward me degrading. I understand you have a few years over me but this isn’t my first time to the dance, sir.”
Linda quickly moves out of the room before she can be verbally acknowledged. Gregory nods at her, taking the cup and taking a sip as Joshua spoke.
"Just remember what happened with your last dance partner, Joshua."
”I’m at a lost here, Gregory. You’ve talked as if the formation of this company has anything to do with your daughter beyond giving her a place of employment to ply the trade that she loves. What experiences she may have had with past employers bears no credence on what I am attempting to do here.”
Gregory chuckles.
"Faline would have us both if she thought I was driving that kind of bargain. She's been breaking her ass trying to make it by herself for years. No, Joshua, I'm just using her as an example. Lots of people were screwed over, not just Faline. Anarchy's rise can be directly linked to Mayhem's fall. And I'm sure those same people will follow where you lead. I'm wanting to know that these people won't be screwed over for wealth and power again."
”The rise or fall of either brand is of no importance since EHWF as a company is still chugging along. The majority that have chosen to follow me are very much still contracted with that company. The wrestling organization that I will operate does not hinge on anything from Michael Rissi.”
Gregory spreads his hands.
"If that majority still have contracts with EHWF, then tell me why, when Nathaniel took the reins, they told him to fuck off? I've been watching- even Faline would have to be begged to come back."
Samson shrugs his shoulders as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his desk.
”You’d have to enquire with those still contracted there, Gregory. I no longer have any vested interest with EHWF. I wish it’s continued success but other than that…”
The Executive Representative allows his sentence to hang. Gregory smiles a little.
"Nathaniel's fighting a losing battle. Can't say that stubborn stops with my family- but I do admire his will to keep fighting for one more show."
”I guess. As much as I’d like to wax on Sah’ta Thor’s EHWF success during the sabbatical of Michael Rissi, this meeting is about your potential investment into Iconic Professional Wrestling.”
Gregory smiles and nods.
"Don't worry, S- Joshua. You might not have said what I wanted to hear, but I get the feeling you know what I'm wanting you to know- just not in words."
He chuckles.
"Maybe if we got you drunk…"
”I’m definitely not one to pass up a good round of cognac and a cigar, but I’m so busy with this project and my impending nuptials in a few days I really don’t have the time. Raincheck?”
"We'll lift glasses on your launch. Both of them! I assume your marriage is to the lovely young lady I met online?"
Smile upon his face from the thought of his wife-to-be, Samson reaches forward to grab the framed picture of Astrid Sedin that rested on his desk and turns it so that Reynolds can see.
”Yes, that’s my small bundle of chaotic energy: Astrid Sedin.”
Gregory's smile almost matches Joshua's.
"Haven't seen a smile that wide on a face since the day I took Nora as mine."
”My second time around I definitely have to get this one right. Although she’s very….unfiltered, she still has my heart.”
"'Unfiltered' is a good word for it. For all of our women."
”It doesn’t help any that she’s only twenty-six either. This new age generation don’t have the same level of respect our generations has.”
"Yes, well. Unfortunately she's in a sport where people are more than eager to teach respect."
The look in Gregor's eyes made Joshua wonder just who he meant by that.
”Yes indeed but she’s well aware of that. So that prospectus is from your keeping. I really want you onboard as a member of Iconic Media LLC, Gregory. Give it a long study and get back to me.”
Folder in hand, Gregory Reynold rose and shook Joshua's hand again, smiling.
"I hope to talk to you again, then. After cognac, of course."
He gave Joshua a wink, then makes his way for the door. Joshua strokes the stubble on his cheeks as Gregory exits.
”Pompous old man.”
Gregory Reynolds
