Gold Wings

Built with precision and care, the automobile gleamed.

“What's the cost?” Gannon Ames asked. He was lighter skinned and was a little over six feet tall.

“No, no you’ve got to think about the worth,” Serrano Kinter replied. He was brown skinned and stood straight.

“You know what I mean….” Ames scoffed.

“This vehicle is worth more than your house. It’s worth more than some mansions. The cost is just merely a number to entice buyers,” Ames explained.

“It’s just ‘Gold Wings’….”

“It’s Goulding, and it’s more than any car. It started as one of the initial car companies in Delaware.”

“You know your history.”

“Somebody’s gotta….”

The two of them surveyed the car with eyes almost popping out of their sockets. With every angle thoroughly viewed, they formulated in their minds how they could advance at Diamente Bank in Wilmington, Delaware.

“I’m a SVP right now. I’m either going to have to climb the corporate ladder or we’re going to have to just become entrepreneurs together in order to get this vehicle…and more,” Kinter announced, looking at his reflection in the driver’s mirror.” They heard footsteps.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” Wendell Waters asked. He dressed impeccably and had pinkish-gray skin.

“We’re just admiring this fine automobile,” Ames commented.

“Okay,” Waters giggled a little bit. “Why don’t we make our way to the center space?” Waters queried.

“We will, we will….” Kinter said.

“How about now?” Waters' tone lowered some in saying this.

Ames and Kinter both strode around the Goulding Forever model.

“If you think we’re casing the joint, we have stature at Delaware’s biggest bank. We don’t need to steal a car out of here,” Kinter addressed.

Waters smiled weakly. “I didn’t mean to suggest…”

“Okay, we can go….” Ames started.

“No. We’re staying,” Kinter spoke again.