Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 64
“No.”
“Flintkote International?”
“No ... wait ... International?”
“Do you gentlemen and lawyers realize I can’t spend the interest on my trust fund ... I’ve tried ... seriously tried. Bought 18 million dollar boats ... a month worth of interest. I’ll admit mom bought it but she used my trust fund ... educational use.
“Why on earth would an anonymous buyer want to buy my little shop? Now that I’m production I can build one a day ... start to out the door. Fifteen thousand a day. I’ve been paying my crew out of my own pocket. The longer they work at it, the better they get.
“I have the customers ... you bought 7 between you three. And I’m getting orders based on word of mouth. Your mouths.”
The head lawyer said, “It’s been a long, cold day and I, for one, am worn out. It gets cold in Chicago ... but not like this. This is brutal. Miss Flintkote ... you have my heartfelt admiration. That you’ve kept your crew happy and working in such adversity is nothing short of miraculous. Perhaps ... but a nights’ repose and reflection isn’t going to change your mind ... is it?”
“No ... but now you know why a 12 foot sailboat costs fifteen thousand dollars. Hand built ... made in America ... even if the crew is Mexican...”
“Yes, I see. This isn’t something that can be mass produced.”
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