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“I’m in, Mario … but on my terms.”
“Thank you, Eteo. I knew I could count on you … and yes, your
terms”
They clinked glasses and sipped their wine in silence.
“What prospectus would you like, Eteo?” Mario asked.
“How much do you need for your program?”
“Three hundred thousand. Some working capital for a year, minimum
things. I have no other obligations or debts.”
“Okay, let’s say a million and a half shares at fifty. Give me eight
cents commission and my warrants, which you’ll take out at a good
profit, say fifty cents?”
“Hey Eteo, that’s too much. I’ll cross them out at eighty,” Mario
interjected.
“You’ll cross them out at ninety, nothing less, and as early as possible.
If it starts running, I’m not pushing it down,” Eteo insisted.
“Deal,” Mario replied. “I’ll take care of the details, and I’ll have
the prospectus on your desk by the day after tomorrow.”
Mario took another sip of his wine, then asked, “By the way,
how’s Logan doing these days?”
“Learning the ropes, just like anybody else, Mario.”
“That’s great. I hear good things about him.”
“Thank you, Mario. How’s your family, the girls and Lynda?”
“They are all good, Eteo”
“Are you still living in Caulfield?”
“Yes, I’ve always like it there. I see Jimmy the carpenter quite
often.”
“Good old Jimmy. Well, say hello to Lynda for me. Don’t forget,
okay?”
“Of course.” Mario stood up. “Thank you, Eteo.” He shook Eteo’s
hand and kept it in his for a few extra seconds. “I hope we’ll see each
other more often from now on.”
“We shall, Mario. By the way, I like your jacket. From Georgio’s,
I suppose.”
