make me a very rich man. Not that I care much about becoming very rich. I have a comfortable lifestyle, already. But I’m ambitious, and even more so when I think of the possible future I may have with a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl back in my apartment.
This contract will allow me to give her the life she deserves, if she’ll let me, and that alone drives me to ensure I nail this first meeting.
“Please, call me Grayson. May I call you Ryan?”
“Of course, Mr. Knigh - I mean, Grayson.” I smile whilst inwardly cringing at my first slip-up, so early into the discussion.
“So, you come very highly recommended, Ryan. I’m told you’re a talented designer, and well-versed in media and web technologies.”
“That’s correct. My web design style may not be to everyone’s taste, but if you’ve already seen some of my work, I trust that won’t be an issue here. Your online presence has had a very...muted appearance in the last few years. I hope you don’t mind me saying that?” I ask with some trepidation. The last thing I want to do is offend the guy with my opening.
“Not at all, Ryan,” he says with a wave of his hand, dismissing my concern. “I’ve gone over the proposal you sent to us last month, and I like what I’ve seen so far. I have complete confidence that you’re the guy we need to...shake things up a bit, as far as our online presence is concerned.”
“Well, that’s great news. And I just want to make it clear that you can leave the whole project up to me, or have as much input as you see fit. I’m happy to work with you or someone from your marketing team, if that’s more appropriate,” I explain.
I prefer working alone, but I’m going to do whatever it takes to get this contract.
“I’ll put you in touch with Jessica. She’s my head of marketing, and can answer any questions you may have along the way. But, frankly, Ryan, if she could do what you’ve proposed, we wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation,” he states with a hint of aggravation in his tone, that makes me feel a little bad for Jessica.
Oh, well. Her apparent incompetence is my potential gain.
“Right. I understand.”
“Great. I’d like to see a first draft of the website design within the next month.” Grayson sees my eyes widen slightly with that statement, so continues, “We aren’t on a tight deadline for the re-design. I’m willing to pay you handsomely for that and let you go at your own pace, but it’s your other talents where my interests really lie,” he clarifies.
Hacking . He’s talking about the hacking I’ve done in the past for a very select number of clients, who promised me their utmost discretion. Meaning they don’t tell another living soul that I’ve done that for them.
Fucking liabilities. All of them.
I sit back in my chair, feeling the shift of power in my favor. He needs me more than I need him, it would seem.
“I’m listening,” I say, folding my arms.
“Off the record?” he asks, boring into my eyes with his own.
“I don’t keep records, Grayson,” I state flatly.
“Good. I’m aware you don’t offer your services for the purposes of hurting anyone. Ruining businesses. Lives. I know that’s not you and I wouldn’t ask you to do anything of the sort. You have my word on that. What I need is quite simple, really. I buy struggling companies, build them up and sell them on. What I don’t want to do is buy struggling companies just to dismantle them for parts and put the workforce out of jobs.”
“Trim some fat off the story, Grayson...if you don’t mind?” I ask impatiently. I don’t need this guy’s life story to know whether or not I’ll agree to do what he’s asking.
“Very well. When I find a company that I think could be fit for purchase, I need you to access their back-office system and find out if the figures they’re giving me are accurate, or if they’re trying to pull the wool over my eyes to get me to
This contract will allow me to give her the life she deserves, if she’ll let me, and that alone drives me to ensure I nail this first meeting.
“Please, call me Grayson. May I call you Ryan?”
“Of course, Mr. Knigh - I mean, Grayson.” I smile whilst inwardly cringing at my first slip-up, so early into the discussion.
“So, you come very highly recommended, Ryan. I’m told you’re a talented designer, and well-versed in media and web technologies.”
“That’s correct. My web design style may not be to everyone’s taste, but if you’ve already seen some of my work, I trust that won’t be an issue here. Your online presence has had a very...muted appearance in the last few years. I hope you don’t mind me saying that?” I ask with some trepidation. The last thing I want to do is offend the guy with my opening.
“Not at all, Ryan,” he says with a wave of his hand, dismissing my concern. “I’ve gone over the proposal you sent to us last month, and I like what I’ve seen so far. I have complete confidence that you’re the guy we need to...shake things up a bit, as far as our online presence is concerned.”
“Well, that’s great news. And I just want to make it clear that you can leave the whole project up to me, or have as much input as you see fit. I’m happy to work with you or someone from your marketing team, if that’s more appropriate,” I explain.
I prefer working alone, but I’m going to do whatever it takes to get this contract.
“I’ll put you in touch with Jessica. She’s my head of marketing, and can answer any questions you may have along the way. But, frankly, Ryan, if she could do what you’ve proposed, we wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation,” he states with a hint of aggravation in his tone, that makes me feel a little bad for Jessica.
Oh, well. Her apparent incompetence is my potential gain.
“Right. I understand.”
“Great. I’d like to see a first draft of the website design within the next month.” Grayson sees my eyes widen slightly with that statement, so continues, “We aren’t on a tight deadline for the re-design. I’m willing to pay you handsomely for that and let you go at your own pace, but it’s your other talents where my interests really lie,” he clarifies.
Hacking . He’s talking about the hacking I’ve done in the past for a very select number of clients, who promised me their utmost discretion. Meaning they don’t tell another living soul that I’ve done that for them.
Fucking liabilities. All of them.
I sit back in my chair, feeling the shift of power in my favor. He needs me more than I need him, it would seem.
“I’m listening,” I say, folding my arms.
“Off the record?” he asks, boring into my eyes with his own.
“I don’t keep records, Grayson,” I state flatly.
“Good. I’m aware you don’t offer your services for the purposes of hurting anyone. Ruining businesses. Lives. I know that’s not you and I wouldn’t ask you to do anything of the sort. You have my word on that. What I need is quite simple, really. I buy struggling companies, build them up and sell them on. What I don’t want to do is buy struggling companies just to dismantle them for parts and put the workforce out of jobs.”
“Trim some fat off the story, Grayson...if you don’t mind?” I ask impatiently. I don’t need this guy’s life story to know whether or not I’ll agree to do what he’s asking.
“Very well. When I find a company that I think could be fit for purchase, I need you to access their back-office system and find out if the figures they’re giving me are accurate, or if they’re trying to pull the wool over my eyes to get me to
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