Rotor blades chopped into the air. Entrepreneur Paul stepped off the helicopter in Sussex County. He strolled from the whirring aircraft into a Goulding. With his seat fully reclined in the back, he used his tablet to see the raw land.
A diagram like a vision or a dream with precise coordinates appeared on the screen. With the power of the satellites and Internet, Atkinson became charged. To keep the excitement going, he looked at all the places where he could conduct business.
Goulding rolled up to a piece of land that marveled in Atkinson’s mind. Sinclair Kipp’s, the original land owner of the plot.
“Sir, it’s been some time,” Kipp said. He had blondish hair and gray water eyes. He shook Atkinson’s hand.
“This is beautiful,” Atkinson admitted.
“To know about the Delaware tract here is to know that there are still other places for sale.”
“Let’s focus on this particular spot, though,” Atkinson commanded. Kipp’s lip quivered a bit and a brilliant smile emitted from his glance.
“You sure know how to get to the business,” Kipp noted.
“It’s the only way to be, Sinclair.”
“But can’t we explore a bit? Does it always have to be about business? Sure we can haggle and all that. Can’t we just shoot the bull?”
“No.” Entrepreneur Paul seemed as serious as colorectal cancer. Kipp noticed this again. His teeth disappeared and a slight scowl crossed his face.
“No, it’s okay we can get down to zeroes and ones.”
Atkinson cracked a smile. “Well, that’s all I needed to hear.”
Kipp presented his tablet and matched it to Atkinson’s. They calculated.
“So,” said Kipp. “I was looking for sixty dollars an acre.”
“I can agree to that,” Atkinson replied.
“Let the dollars flow then,” Kipp observed.
“And they will,” Atkinson responded.
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This felt like Succession meets a land deal — sharp, efficient, and oddly poetic. Loved the tension beneath the surface. Let the dollars flow indeed.