Bought By The Billionaire

“So, what do you think?” asks my Master. “How did it go?”

We are sitting in his office, following a meeting with Alexander Thornton, Senior and Jaye Thornton, Junior.

My Master, Richard Haswell, is negotiating a real estate deal with them worth tens of millions. I have been acting as secretary at the meeting, taking the minutes. Also, I have been acting on instructions from my Master to be his eyes and ears; to gauge reactions, to people-watch.

What do I think?

I sip my coffee, choosing my words.

“I think that Thornton Senior wants the deal. He thinks that being associated with the Haswell Corporation will enhance his company’s reputation and that he will be able to pass that legacy to his son. However, I also think that Thornton Junior believes the opposite; that their company will be swallowed whole by Haswell and lose its identity. It doesn’t matter to him how attractive the deal is financially. He doesn’t want his father’s company to appear to be the junior partner.”

My Master chews his bottom lip and stares at the ceiling for a minute. “I think you’re spot on with that Elizabeth. Any suggestions on how to deal with it?”

Sipping my coffee, I ponder for a minute. “Well, the actual deal is all but agreed, isn’t it? The legalities, the finances, the share split, and so on. Am I right on that? No-one is saying that the deal discussed is unfair, or poor value?”

Nodding “Ah-ha…I would say so, yes.”

“Well, in that case, it’s about face-saving surely? Giving a perceived value to their input.”

“Okay… so……?”

“Suppose that some of the more visible parts of the project were branded with their company name, or even better, their names. For example, there’s a theatre complex planned as part of the development isn’t there? It could be called something like the Alexander Thornton Arts Foundation perhaps? I don’t think that would make any difference to you, would it?”

My Master snaps his fingers. “Perfect! You’re right. It’s all about Jaye Thornton’s ego. And you are quite correct. I don’t need my self-image boosting. We’ll see if a little flattery will win their hearts and the deal.”

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beautiful restaurant; myself and my Master, with Alexander and Jaye Thornton. The surroundings are lovely, the staff excellent and the food is

old, silver-haired, twinkly-eyed and charming. His son, Jaye Thornton is a fire-cracker, quick-tempered, good-looking and eager to take offence. I wonder how serious his father is about passing his company on, to this impetuous

discussions this afternoon? It seems to me

father can speak. “No, it is not acceptable. Everything is set up so that your company sees all the benefits, receives the

This can work for everyone. We just have to find the right way of doing

this very point….” He

Nervously, “Well, Mr Thornton…”

Smiling, “Alex, my dear…”

“…. You were saying that you would like to retire and you were considering

Alex is nodding encouragingly.

But other things do. Things that are more visible to the man in the street. John Doe doesn’t care about the name on the ‘Constructed by’ billboard. But if, for example, the theatre complex were to be called something like ‘Alexander Thornton Arts Foundation’, it

recognition he deserves for all his hard

swings his gaze to Thornton Senior. “So, Alex.

we have a deal, Richard.” and he stands, hand

both Thorntons. “I’ll get the lawyers on to writing up a draft form of words

Alex

remainder of the evening is spent in

position in all this Elizabeth? Obviously, you are part of the Company,

people about me. However, he smoothly interrupts my confusion. “Yes, Alex. You’re quite right. Elizabeth and

it, as he is engaged in conversation. However, I have waited for this moment. My skirt was carefully chosen to be flattering, but apparently demure. To the outside world, I must appear a princess. Caesar’s wife must be above suspicion. However, the skirt is a wrap-over and falls