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“If you’re cooking,” Cal said. “I’ll be there.”
“You don’t expect me to eat your food, do you?” his grandfather asked.
“Nope. Something on the grill will go down well.”
“Then that is what we’ll have,” his grandfather said. His grandfather watched him going through the inventory. He didn’t need to worry too much, as his grandfather didn’t overdo it. At least when he was around. “Tell me how your meeting went the other day with the pub and brewery.”
Cal realized he hadn’t talked to his grandfather since then. Or seen him.
It’s not like he was here daily. He had too many businesses to check in on, plus he had to spend time in his office on top of it.
He had a few staff. Someone to do a lot of the paperwork, take calls on his properties and deal with landlord issues that always arose.
Though he didn’t work at the ice cream shop, that thankfully was only seasonal, and didn’t work at the restaurant, he did stop in all the time and check things out. He had some good managers and that helped.
He had his finger on every pulse of everything he owned and operated whether he did the work there daily or not.
He spent most of his time working in the liquor stores in his adult life. He had to say he liked it the best.
He’d met so many people that way. Contacts that helped him grow what he had.
“It went well. I like the vision he has. I see the potential. We are still negotiating the money and amount of the business I’ll own before we go any further.”
He knew Neil didn’t want to give up much of his pub, but if Cal was putting up that much money and risk, he wanted to know there was part of it that was pulling a profit right away.
“How’s the beer?” his grandfather asked.
“Pretty good. Better than good. His sales in the pub are out of this world. He’s got a lot of local distributors lined up once he starts bottling. Other pubs in the area too.”
“And you’ve got those contacts that he wants also?” his grandfather asked.
“Yes. I bring a lot of that to the table. He knows it. I don’t like being a salesman.”
“Please,” his grandfather said, waving his hand. “You were born for it. Just like your father. I think he solved as many cases as he did because everyone opened up to him.”
Cal laughed again. “He did have a way of getting people to talk.”
“Just like you,” his grandfather said. “Not that you share much about yourself.”
“I talk all the time,” he argued.
“You talk but don’t share personal things.”
He snorted. “Not much to share. Most know what they know about me. It’s not like I’ve got a wife and kids or anything else in my life other than work.”
“And you should start thinking about that. Maybe doing something about it. You’re not getting any younger.”
He’d heard this before. “Same dance, different song,” he said.
“It’s supposed to be same song and dance,” his grandfather said.
“I like it better this way,” he said.
“And you’re done talking about that. I’ll go unlock the door and open up while you finish up back here.”
“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll come out to see you before I leave.”
“I know you will,” his grandfather said.
