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I looked up from the mail, when I heard the soft yet audible knock on my door.
“Come in”, I said as the door opened a peek. A brown head popped in, my assistant.
“A gentleman from HyperDrive has come to meet you without an appointment. Should I let him in, Mr.Smith?” She made a gesture with her blue eyes toward the waiting room in front of the reception desk. My assistant was a young woman, aged perhaps in her late twenties, wearing a crisp white work shirt with proper fitting trousers and heels.
If that man had come in to convince me to make iCaravan a part of their sham, I would not let him speak and kick him out before he can finish.
I was shocked to hear that they would send someone over after the strict no I had given to their ‘master plan’. I gave a curt nod to her to allow him to come in. “Send him in a minute”, I said as she nodded back and left the room, closing the door. I frowned as I wondered why they would send someone to meet me personally. I was sure that I had given them a clear statement, that I would not entertain their newest invention. If that man had come in to convince me to make iCaravan a part of their sham, I would not let him speak and kick him out before he can finish.
I just had time to collect my thoughts when the man walked in. He was in his early 30s and a bit short of 6 feet tall, well groomed in a grey suit and he walked with an air of confidence. He had a somewhat knowledgable smirk on his face and determined brown eyes. I got up to greet him with a difficult smile and suspecting the reason for his visit, I extended a hand to him. He shook my hand firmly and introduced himself as Joseph Brown.
Gesturing for him to sit down adjacent to me, I took my own seat. I warned him, “If you have come here to convince me to support HyperDrive, I must refuse politely, but I will not support that project.” I was sure that I had once again made my point clear. But somehow, I did not note disappointment in the young man’s eyes, so I suspected that his reason for visit was otherwise.
Mr.Brown slightly leaned forward before speaking, “I have not come here to convince you to use our newest model of engines, rather I am here to reassure you that you will continue to have the constant supply of our engines. Yesterday’s meeting, will not affect our business relationship.” He said all of this as if he were leading to a certain condition. It all seemed too perfectly in place to be true.
“But”, he continued. I sat up in my seat, knowing this was the catch. “There is just one condition. Yesterday you left the meeting without listening to the rest of the information about the latest efficient engine model. We would like you to attend another session where we will inform you properly about the whole ingenuinity behind the model. You will not be asked to agree to the supply of this new model.”
He said this all in a monotonous manner yet it didn’t seem rehearsed. I had no choice. If I wanted to continue to receive engines from HyperDrive and maintain a good relation, I would have to agree to this. I thoght further and realised that I couldn’t leave HyperDrive and look for another engine supplying company after all these years of collaboration. It would instantly hike up the car prices and heaven knows it will affect the stocks, which would lead to unhappy bard members. I mean, going to their session on the working of the engine doesn’t put pressure on me to have to begin to use those engines for iCaravan. I shrugged and decided that going to Hyperdrive wouldn’t do any harm.
I looked up at the representative from HyperDrive and nodded, “I agree, I’ll be there. Just send me the time and date on my email.”
Mr.Brown rose from his chair and after a quick hand shake and a curt nod, he left the office room. I shivered, I definitely didn’t have a good feeling about this.
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