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"Ms. Pearsons...?" Bentley questioned, speaking slowly. His secretary nodded, causing Bentley to inwardly sigh. This was the third time this week that that specific Ms. Pearsons had attempted to scheduled a meeting with Bentley, and he had already sent her to speak to at least four of his specialists. But no, she demanded to speak with the CEO of the company.
Just get it overwith, Bentley. You'll have to talk to her eventually. Bentley closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing his temples. He disliked the kalon, even though he had never met her, due to what he heard from the employees that had worked with her. Apparently, instead of complying with what they said, she just repeatedly asked to speak with him. "Fine, send her in."
A few minutes later, Bentley sat at his desk, paws folded as the female sitting across from him asked for a loan for her business. Bentley knew well enough that Ms. Pearsons' business was doing just fine how it was, and wasn't in need of aide from his company. But she insisted on talking to him anyway. "Please, Mister Moore." She pleaded. "We haven't been getting new customers recently, and it worries me."
Bentley didn't really know what to make of that. "But, according to our statistics, you're company is making profits at a fast pace, and is doing fine without our intervention." Ms. Pearsons was quiet for a moment before replying.
"Well, you see, it's just a small family bakery. You're father helped me sort myself out to start it up and begin selling merchandise, and put the ads in your company's magazine like they always do. But, it's just a bakery, and I want to expand it, Mister Moore." Ms. Pearson explained. Bentley raised an eyebrow. He had spoken with his employees that had tried to work with Ms. Pearson before, and they had made it seem like she was trying to take advantage of the company. But here, that seemed far from the truth.
"Expand... in what way?" Bentley leaned forwards, his face betraying no emotion. "Opening another shop, or selling new products? Upgrading your current building, more advertising? Please be specific, Ms. Pearsons."
The female kalon wrung her paws together, looking down at the ground before glancing nervously at Bentley. He could tell that she was worried he would reject her idea, and prepared himself to hear a bad business pitch or greedy request.
"I'd like to have the resources to either donate portions of my profits to orphanages or to have the means to give pastries to the children I see wandering the streets alone, without family."
Bentley blinked slowly. He wasn't sure he had heard her correctly, and tilted his head lightly, asking her to repeat her statement. "I want to help the children living on the streets of New York." She said again. Bentley exhaled through his nose, leaning back and readjusting his posture. He grabbed a pad of paper and a pen, scribbling down a name and a phone number.
The tall male stood, striding around his desk and pressing the paper into Ms. Pearsons' paw. "I'm so sorry that my staff didn't do this immediately; this is the number to our Service Branch. Ask for Mishki, she'll be able to help you secure what you need to begin." Bentley gave a small, sideways smile. Ms. Pearsons stood, a joyous grin cracking her muzzle into two. She took Bentley's paw, shaking it viciously.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She exclaimed. "You have no idea how much this means to me!" Ms. Pearsons clapped her paws together. "Thank you, Mister Moore!" The female called, exiting the room and hustling off to the lobby so she could call the Service Branch. Bentley shook his head.
If she had just listened to the kalons I sent her to in the first place, they would have given her the same information... Some kalons just had to go right to the top, I guess.
