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But I know better than to give him that answer.
Or really any answer.
To end a conversation with him – any conversation – is done by disengaging.
It’s one of those things that makes him a blessing in the boardroom, but a burden as a best friend.
Then again, it’s probably my fucking fault he’s this way to begin with.
Perhaps if I were a bit more normal, he would be.
“Have you given anymore thought to opening another distillery near Applecourt?” J.T. casually inquires prior to me scribbling my name on the final line.
“No.”
“Have you considered my proposal about opening them to tours to become a tourist attraction in major areas such as Keleston?”
Sliding the forms across the table is attached to a repeated answer. “No.”
“Have you considered the ratings and location app idea where consumers would be able to not only rank their personal preferred flavors in their accounts but track where it’s socially available, thus putting my degree and passion of both technology integration and the alcohol business to profitable use?”
“No.”
“Have you considered my proposal about holiday themed events at the larger distilleries?
“No.”
“Will you consider my proposals? Any of them?”
Rather than answer, I simply lean back in my seat.
Fold my olive-skinned hands on my stomach.
“Batman would approve all of my proposals,” my best friend juvenilely jeers. “Especially for hosting a Halloween bash. It’s festive.”
“It’s irresponsible.”
“It’s fun.”
“It’s a liability.”
His immediate, sarcastic head tilt pulls a ridiculously heavy sigh out of me.
Thank fuck, I only have one best friend.
Anymore and I’d most likely stroke out before I hit thirty.
I don’t need more opposing opinions.
I don’t want more opposing opinions.
“Hosting an event where minors are openly allowed to mingle and interact around alcohol creates legality issues. And for what? So that the company can be momentarily branded as one that ‘connects’ with its community?”
J.T.’s navy blue suit covered shoulders instantly sink in disappointment.
“And for the record – as the only person in the room who has read upward of a thousand comics featuring the caped, bondage loving crusader – I can effortlessly conclude that he prefers to alleviate minor related drama not elevate it.” The smallest twitch at the corner of my lips occurs. “Besides, Bruce Wayne runs the business side of it all and – like myself – avoids the professional conferences, boardroom meetings, and all other face to face encounters whenever possible. Batman fought crime.”
Being the majority shareholder of my family’s company – by vast proportions – gives me certain liberties such as not having to be physically present outside of the estate.
