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“I do indeed,” Hunter said, not deigning to look at Chuck. He gave a respectful nod to the others, instead, who returned it. I gave them a friendly smile, and we all exchanged handshakes.


“I’m sure we’ll speak later, Hunter,” said one of the women, gray-haired with a regal profile that reminded me of Viola Davis. “I’m certainly interested in what you’re up to these days.”


“Nothing much, I’m sure,” Chuck put in quickly. “Not like the exciting things you have going on.”


The woman forced a thin smile. “Quite.”


Interesting. They seemed to be tolerating Chuck more than anything. I wondered how quickly the tables would turn if he no longer had something they wanted…


“I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing with these fine ladies and gentlemen, Hunter,” Chuck said, his grin ever more malicious. “Well, let me put you out of your misery. These are the soon-to-be new owners of Knox Liquors.”


Hunter raised an eyebrow. “Really? Well, I suppose it’ll be in better hands than yours then.”


One of the men stifled a chuckle.


Chuck was thrown, but to his credit he shook it off and kept plowing forward. He’d gotten one over on us, and by God, he was going to grandstand about it, current evidence to the contrary be damned. “Without your shares we couldn’t sell,” he sneered. “But now the playing field is clear. Knox Liquors is mine to sell to the highest bidder. And so I shall.”


He was so busy gloating, he didn’t notice the looks that crossed the faces of the four people behind him.


“One moment,” said one of the men, balding with blue eyes. “Did you just say Hunter Knox has left the company?”


“Yes, yes,” Chuck said impatiently, “which means that now we can move forward—”


“But this changes everything,” the man said.


“Agreed,” said the second woman. “With the way sales are dropping, the only reason we were considering a takeover was with Hunter’s management. He knows how to lead the business with the best interests of the company legacy in mind.”


Chuck scoffed. “Mr. Knox’s business practices have driven the company straight into the mud.”


The Big Four narrowed their eyes, furrowed their brows. Chuck’s face paled as he realized the implications of what he’d just said out loud to them.


“I mean,” he backpedaled, “Not such that we can’t recover! We’re recovering as we speak! Now that he’s gone we’re moving forward stronger than ever before, and if you’ve seen the new ad campaign you’ll agree that soon enough the younger demographic will more than make up for the sales that the older customers’ve—”


The regal woman scowled in disdain. “We’ve seen the ads. Appalling, really. Clearly a misstep, and one which we’re looking to correct if we move ahead with this plan, which seems increasingly unlikely given the…recent changes in management.”


Her colleagues nodded in agreement.


Chuck looked around like a drowning man searching for something to grab on to. “But—but—well, I’m sure we could work something out, I could invite Hunter back, offer him a consulting position—”


“That won’t be necessary,” Hunter said. His voice was quiet, but commanding; everyone stopped and turned to him. He went on: “I have no interest in working at the same company as Chuck ever again. So I’ve left. And I’ve set up a new brand.”


And like a stage magician, he pulled out one more flyer.


The Big Four immediately clustered around him like flies around honey.


“Tell us more—”


“—the stock options for early investors—”


“—and in terms of marketing, how are you planning to account for—”


“—flavors does it come in?”


Hunter and I swept them away, answering their questions as we guided them towards our booth.


We left Chuck behind, the smirk wiped off his face, gaping like a fish left stranded on the shore.


#


We thought the booth had been busy before, but as we neared it now, we saw Martha’s arms windmilling in a blur, desperately trying to keep the booth stocked in the face of the mob that had descended upon her, desperate for the free samples and only slightly less interested in the business plan. People spotted us and began to push towards us, shouting to make themselves heard above the rest:


“I run a small distributing company with good connections in the Georgia area, I can—”


“—completely free all week if you’d like to speak about a substantial investment—”


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