"Let's cut to the chase," Chef Gustaeu said, sitting down at the table opposite Michael. "I want to establish our new restaurant on your Golden Road."
Michael wasn't surprised. It seemed that the dark-skinned chef was able to see through the potential of a fast-food restaurant.
I guess there is merit to him being one of the top chefs in his company, Michael thought.
"Rejoice!" one of the chefs beside Gustaeu proclaimed. "Having Chef Gustaeu's restaurant established in your territory is a privilege that many people would kill to have."
"Now, shall we talk about the split of profits and the fees. We propose that we will pay a 0.5% fee of profits to the Reborn company in exchange for using your territory as the base of our restaurant—"
But before the other chefs could start the discussions, Michael raised his hand, stopping the conversation dead in its tracks.
"Wait," he said. "I haven't agreed yet."
