Top brass executives in crisp black suits with no nonsense look.
Their designer ties spotless and adjusted at just the right angle to show “YSL”.
I squint and try to move closer. It is an original.
I squint and try to move closer. It is an original.
Dark glasses come off in the dim interior of the fine dining restaurant.
Big guys settle into big chairs. Waiters asking for their orders are given the
icy look and dismissed with a brush of their hand. They move discreetly away and
wait for the appropriate signal to approach the table again but for now,
they wait in absolute silence.
icy look and dismissed with a brush of their hand. They move discreetly away and
wait for the appropriate signal to approach the table again but for now,
they wait in absolute silence.
Two young waiters dressed smartly in their uniforms stand
attentively a little distance away. Legs slightly apart and arms crossed hanging
loosely just a little below their waist. They seem quite familiar with such scenes and
have been well trained and accustomed to lunch time power games.
loosely just a little below their waist. They seem quite familiar with such scenes and
have been well trained and accustomed to lunch time power games.
Interest once again returns to the seated executives.
Eyes cross, verbal swords raise, menacing looks exchange, a wicked chuckle is heard.
And then someone bends and relents, voices softened, differences dissolved,
relationships reconciled, deals made.
And then someone bends and relents, voices softened, differences dissolved,
relationships reconciled, deals made.
Handshakes followed. The whole episode is concluded all within fifteen minutes.
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