Novel Catchup
Chapter 93
Ethan's words made the room buzzed with a frenzy of shock and whispers and incredulous stares as the reality of Ethan's offer to the spoke man sank in. It was an absurd amount of money, far beyond what any sane business person would consider for such a small stake in an under proven venture and the kid just did and with the look on his face he's not kidding.
"Is this kid out of his mind?"
one of the other spokespeople muttered under her breath, her perfectly manicured eyebrows knitted together in a mix of envy and disbelief.
"He's going to bankrupt himself before he even gets started!"
Another shook his head, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Youth is wasted on the young,"
he quipped, leaning back in his chair with an air of smug superiority.
"But hey, it will be his funeral soon, because I know he's going to die pretty soon when he realizes he invested wrongly."
Ethan, however, seemed utterly unfazed by the whispered criticisms and skeptical glances towards him. He sat perfectly still, his eyes locked on the spokesman, with a serene smile on his face.
"Last I checked,"
he said, his voice calm but firm.
"It's my money to spend as I see fit. And I have complete faith in this project and the team behind it, it's none of anyone business."
However the spokesman looked like he'd just been hit by a freight train.
His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open in shock.
The offer was beyond tempting - with that kind of money, he could build his own fashion empire again, travel the world, and never worry about paying another bill for the rest of his life if he spends it wisely.
But as he stared at Ethan, seeing the unwavering gaze on his eyes, something stirred deep within his soul. This project wasn't just a job or a paycheck to him - it was a labor of love, a dream he'd poured his heart and soul into even though he has the most little share in the project but he believes in it. Could he really walk away from that, even for a life-changing sum like this?
At that moment he took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he clasped them together on the table.
"Mr. Ethan,"
he said, his voice quivering with emotion.
"I... I don't know what to say. Your offer is incredibly generous, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted."
He then paused, swallowing hard, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "But the truth is, I believe in this project with every fiber of my being. It's not just a clothing line to me - it's a vision, a dream. And that's not something I can put a price tag on, no matter how many zeros are involved."
Ethan's smile widened, with a glimmer of respect and admiration in his eyes he was expecting the man to accept his proposal, but since seeing the way he's so determined to keep his 2 parcent shows he has confidence about it.
"I was hoping you'd say that,"
he said softly, standing up and extending his hand across the table. "Because that's exactly the kind of passion and dedication I want in a partner."
The spokesman blinked, his mouth falling open in shock hearing Ethan words.
"Partner?"
He repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You... you want me to be your partner?"
Ethan nodded, his hand still outstretched.
"Fifty-fifty."
he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"I bring the money, you bring the vision. Together, we're going to take this project to the heights neither of us ever dreamed possible."
For a moment, the spokesman just stared at Ethan's hand, his mind reeling with the implications of what was being offered. A partnership with a young billionaire, a chance to bring his dreams to life on a scale he'd never dared imagine...
With a shaking hand, he reached out and grasped Ethan's, feeling the strength and warmth of the young man's grip.
"I... I accept," he said, his voice choked with emotion.
"Let's do this, I will do my best to make sure it's a success."
Just then, the secretary's arrived with the paperwork, a thick stack of documents that made the spokesman's head spin seeing he's finally getting closer to his dream.
But Ethan just grinned, signing his name with a flourish and transfer fifteen million dollars to the amount provided, five million each like it was nothing more than pocket change.
The room watched in stunned silence as the deal was sealed, something they thought would never happen but it just happened right in front of them, the weight of what had just transpired slowly sinking in. someone unknown, had just bet a fortune on a clothing line that most of them had written off as a lost cause from the beginning.
As the secretary departed, Ethan turned to the spokesman, his eyes sparkling with excitement of the future ahead.
"We've got a lot of work ahead of us."
he said, pulling out his phone to exchange numbers.
"I want to go over the manufacturing plans again, see where we can streamline and improve. This is just the beginning, my partner."
The spokesman nodded eagerly, his mind already racing with possibilities of what was about to Come. With Ethan's financial backing and his own creative vision, he felt like they could conquer the world with the partnership
The other spokespeople, seeing an opportunity slipping away, surged forward, their pitches tumbling out in a desperate rush. If Ethan was willing to invest so heavily in an unknown brand, surely he'd be interested in their own company which was far bigger and better than the trash he just invested in.
But Ethan just held up a hand, his smile apologetic but firm.
"I'm afraid my dance card is full for today, ladies and gentlemen,"
he said, glancing at his watch.
"But I appreciate your enthusiasm. Keep dreaming big, and who knows? Our paths may cross again someday."
Upon hearing what Ethan just said immediately all of them walked towards Ethan, with a calm voice they said without even allowing the other to finish their words.
"Sir, please we have a great deal for you, if only you–"
"please Sir check us out, if you want me to explain our project to you, I will gladly do"
However the other was about saying something else when Ethan simply
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" I don't have any of your time."