The Black Swans

[Mel Rose]

She tensed up and squinted again, visibly annoyed. She found talking to idealists annoying, and talking to opportunists who pretended to be idealists was even worse.

"I am not sure what you mean with the steak metaphor, Damian. And I am sneaking myself towards the suspicion that you might be making the classic mistake of judging a book by its cover." She paused to take sip of the tea and gather her thoughts. After a moment, she continued. "I'm not sure what you mean by the bootlegger's interests, either. This is a conversation between us, not them, and the only person whose interests are of any importance to me are my own. And if the two don't align, someone will have to give in. The invisible hand of the market can only do so much magic."

"You are right that our ideologies differ. I, for one, only pledge allegiance to, in the poet's words, 'the ducat, gold as the Sun'. That allegiance, has led the both of us to this moment, to this table. And since, I believe, now we are done with motivations, we might finally begin talking about business."

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