Joined Feb 2021
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San Francisco
"Gigi, come in, come in. Great to see you today. Please, have a seat."
smiles from behind desk
"Would you care for something to drink, a water or perhaps even a little wine?"
"No tha-..."
speaking into his desk intercom
"Marie, please bring some water and maybe that nice bottle of Chianti that we received the other day."
pauses
"Marie, I've changed my mind, how about that Ribera del Duero? Thanks babe."
snuffing his cigarette & turning while removing his glasses
"Gi, we have a bit of a marketing problem here. You understand such things, right? Of course you do."
leans back in chair, removes another cigarette and offers one to Gigi shakes his head no and relaxes his posture a bit
"You know, I received this lighter as a gift from Barry Sheene. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, we have a numbers issue and we need to make some moves to ensure that we keep the necessary market share. You understand the importance of such things, right? Of course you do."
Gigi nods with a half smile and stiffens
Marie enters with the opened wine on a small tray with two glasses, placing it on the desk between the two men and quickly exits
"Ah, Spanish wine. I don't really have a preference for it. Do you? Well, I'm certain you will learn to like the flavor. After a while, the palate gets used to it and drinking enough of it, you forget that there was ever any other wine in the world to begin with."
Gigi attempting to smile while the half gulp of Spanish wine sticks in his throat
"You see, it's really not so bad, not that different from the Italian wine. So about that marketing problem, we think you can really help us out here. You and your team that is. Sounds great, doesn't it?"
Gigi, turning green, struggling replies with a small gasp
"Yes sir. Yes, very happy to-..."
"Good, good. Glad to hear it. Because we gotta break some eggs. Break some eggs to make an omelet you know! Ha ha!"
Leaning in, blowing smoke in Gigi's face
"We're going to put the Marquez boy on your red bike. That's right! The Marquez boy. Seems the back room has made the calculations and it's the best thing for our market share. What do you think?!"
Gigi, attempts to speak but is cut short
"We knew you'd love it! That's just great, just great. Thanks Gigi ol' boy, thanks a million!"
Stands and shakes Gigi's weak hand as he attempts to breathe through the wine in his throat and straighten himself
"Well, good seeing you today. Marie will show you the way out... Er, go ahead and take this bottle with you. It'll help you get over the initial shock, and besides, you better get used to the flavor. He's got a brother you know?! Ha ha!"
quietly to himself as Gigi walks zombie like towards the door
"Poor guy never saw that one coming I bet.."
THE END
smiles from behind desk
"Would you care for something to drink, a water or perhaps even a little wine?"
"No tha-..."
speaking into his desk intercom
"Marie, please bring some water and maybe that nice bottle of Chianti that we received the other day."
pauses
"Marie, I've changed my mind, how about that Ribera del Duero? Thanks babe."
snuffing his cigarette & turning while removing his glasses
"Gi, we have a bit of a marketing problem here. You understand such things, right? Of course you do."
leans back in chair, removes another cigarette and offers one to Gigi shakes his head no and relaxes his posture a bit
"You know, I received this lighter as a gift from Barry Sheene. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, we have a numbers issue and we need to make some moves to ensure that we keep the necessary market share. You understand the importance of such things, right? Of course you do."
Gigi nods with a half smile and stiffens
Marie enters with the opened wine on a small tray with two glasses, placing it on the desk between the two men and quickly exits
"Ah, Spanish wine. I don't really have a preference for it. Do you? Well, I'm certain you will learn to like the flavor. After a while, the palate gets used to it and drinking enough of it, you forget that there was ever any other wine in the world to begin with."
Gigi attempting to smile while the half gulp of Spanish wine sticks in his throat
"You see, it's really not so bad, not that different from the Italian wine. So about that marketing problem, we think you can really help us out here. You and your team that is. Sounds great, doesn't it?"
Gigi, turning green, struggling replies with a small gasp
"Yes sir. Yes, very happy to-..."
"Good, good. Glad to hear it. Because we gotta break some eggs. Break some eggs to make an omelet you know! Ha ha!"
Leaning in, blowing smoke in Gigi's face
"We're going to put the Marquez boy on your red bike. That's right! The Marquez boy. Seems the back room has made the calculations and it's the best thing for our market share. What do you think?!"
Gigi, attempts to speak but is cut short
"We knew you'd love it! That's just great, just great. Thanks Gigi ol' boy, thanks a million!"
Stands and shakes Gigi's weak hand as he attempts to breathe through the wine in his throat and straighten himself
"Well, good seeing you today. Marie will show you the way out... Er, go ahead and take this bottle with you. It'll help you get over the initial shock, and besides, you better get used to the flavor. He's got a brother you know?! Ha ha!"
quietly to himself as Gigi walks zombie like towards the door
"Poor guy never saw that one coming I bet.."
THE END
