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When the snow cleared and spring returned to Wilmington, Delaware, Entrepreneur Paul engaged with a client.

“What if we do this…we leverage our shares and transform them into cash on hand for the company?” Entrepreneur Paul suggested. He wore his signature jean jacket with the sleeves cut and t-shirt.

“I don’t think that would be prudent,” Edgar Levy asserted.

“Why not?”

“We’ve got about five billion liquid. We can play with it. But if we start dipping into the shares, we’ll endanger the shareholders and lead them to become skittish.” Levy talked to Entrepreneur Paul via video chat. He wore a black suit with a starched white shirt.

“I disagree. There’s going to be a groundswell of economic activity coming from the provisions prompted by the Council. We shouldn’t have to worry about the shareholders getting nervous. They know my style.”

Levy sighed. “I know you want to scale, but if we move too fast––”

“If we move too slow, we’re going to be left in the dust.”

“I’m just looking out for the good of the company.”

“Well don’t,” Entrepreneur Paul shot back. There existed no malice in his tone, just confidence. He swiveled in his chair slightly and canted his chin.

“I want this, Ed. Get it done.” The vision of a blank screen showed.

Entrepreneur Paul took his motorcycle jacket and his helmet and went into the atmosphere. The warmth drove his mind and allowed him to propel his crotch rocket down I-95 to Loreen’s house.

With a glass of lemonade, one of her house staff lended the beverage to him.

“I can only imagine how you do what you do,” Loreen admitted.

“Yes, well I’ve been doing this for a lot of years. I’m ready to take on all of them. Every last one,” he mentioned.