Dabbling in Dialogue now

“Of course you have no imagination in these matters. You lack the experience to even conjure up a fantasy of worth!” The businessman shook his head in disdain as he walked down the alley with his partner. Both men were at the top of their class, elitists with a single goal of dominating the market on soap and body lotions and maintain the position till they died. The object of the game was to maximize profits while minimizing effort but his partner could just not wrap his head around his ideas.

“I’ll see what I come up with then that might please you but with your stubborn behavior im wondering if I picked the right person to associate myself with. The market requires constant change and care,” the partner exclaimed, inspecting his nails scrupulously, “and if one fails to adapt to it than money will disappear quick to a competitors eagerly outstretched arms.”
The businessman chuckled at this as he pressed the button to cross the intersection, “Trust me, adapting is not an issue. I’ve worked with the ice pop market and we pulled ahead of everybody but an increase of 6% within 3 months. But that was back then of course, now I could probably do it in mere weeks’ time.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” the partner replied. The light turned green for them to cross so they treaded hastily, not wanting to be late being early to the meeting.