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Authors: Fiona Garland
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into the hands of people not ready for them. Some of them don’t know how to wear a helmet properly, assuming they even bother to wear one in the first place. We start young with Luke the Black Hound’s safety tips for children.”
Sam did a double take in mid-bite. “Wait, is that that cartoon dog my kid keeps raving about?”
“The one and only,” Dante chuckled. Appealing to younger had been one of Lucia’s most brilliant if outlandish ideas. Even if the children were too young to be riding motorcycles, they loved that damn cartoon dog named after Cool Hand Luke. The merchandise sales were also significant for the cartoon. “It’s written and storyboarded in American but animated in South Korea. We make a mint in merchandising stuff for younger children. You won’t see Harley Davidson trying to attract women or children.”
“Some purists are concerned with the company’s direction,” Sam replied, his eyes boring into him. “They say you’ve forgotten the roots of the club. Merchandise and quarterly earnings report rule in place of honor and tradition.”
Dante wondered if he was referring to any statements made by Uncle Cass. It would be better not to comment directly on it. “The Black Hounds are a family. And a strong family keeps on growing and keeps on taking care of its members. You don’t need to a Black Hounds motorcycle or a jacket to be a part of the family. We’re an idea that anyone and everybody can be a part of.”
He asked. “And what is that idea, exactly?”
“The same as always… we look after the community we’ve built,” he said, giving Trisha a soft glance. She blushed and drank down her wine. “Except we do it with the craftsmanship of our products and community outreach programs instead of violence and guns.”
Sam seemed satisfied with that answer. He continued to ask about the IPO and potential business partners. Dante had to be careful not to reveal too much. Several of these deals were not supposed to be public knowledge yet.
After a few rounds of drinking and sampling comfort foods, the conversation turned more casual. Sam asked about their relationship. By now, Trisha was experienced enough to enchant him with a retelling of how they met. Dante had to admit she knew how to work a client. The two of them were becoming an unstoppable duo.
When Sam wanted to probe deeper, Dante stopped him. “Like we agreed, no expose on Trisha. Not unless Automaniacs is interested in starting Tractor Thursdays.”
“You’re engaged to a very kind man, Ms. Kaplan,” Sam said, ending the recording program on his. He gestured to a waiter. “Shall we pay?”
Dante laughed and pulled out his wallet. “I got it.”
Trisha joined in on the laughter. “Trust me, he’s not as generous as he looks. For every meal he pays for, he scarfs down twice the food at my place.”
Sam secured his phone in his pocket. “It’s a good thing I can’t cook then.”
Dante glared at his date. “Hey, it’s good pasta!”
Then, he shook hands with Sam and waved him off. After the blogger departed, Dante whispered to his companion. “You did great, Trisha.”
“Not as good as you,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not cut out for this PR gig.”
He comforted her. “It’ll only be until the IPO.”
“Dante, were you serious about us going to Ironville?” she asked with a serious expression on her face. “This schedule’s pretty hectic as it is. But I’d like to visit your hometown.”
He nodded in agreement. “I’d like to but it depends on when all of this is over.”
He and Trisha departed afterwards to continue their busy schedule. Sam remained in contact with him over the next few days to go over some fine details for the final draft. Dante didn’t expect much to come of the interview.
Lucia, however,
Sam did a double take in mid-bite. “Wait, is that that cartoon dog my kid keeps raving about?”
“The one and only,” Dante chuckled. Appealing to younger had been one of Lucia’s most brilliant if outlandish ideas. Even if the children were too young to be riding motorcycles, they loved that damn cartoon dog named after Cool Hand Luke. The merchandise sales were also significant for the cartoon. “It’s written and storyboarded in American but animated in South Korea. We make a mint in merchandising stuff for younger children. You won’t see Harley Davidson trying to attract women or children.”
“Some purists are concerned with the company’s direction,” Sam replied, his eyes boring into him. “They say you’ve forgotten the roots of the club. Merchandise and quarterly earnings report rule in place of honor and tradition.”
Dante wondered if he was referring to any statements made by Uncle Cass. It would be better not to comment directly on it. “The Black Hounds are a family. And a strong family keeps on growing and keeps on taking care of its members. You don’t need to a Black Hounds motorcycle or a jacket to be a part of the family. We’re an idea that anyone and everybody can be a part of.”
He asked. “And what is that idea, exactly?”
“The same as always… we look after the community we’ve built,” he said, giving Trisha a soft glance. She blushed and drank down her wine. “Except we do it with the craftsmanship of our products and community outreach programs instead of violence and guns.”
Sam seemed satisfied with that answer. He continued to ask about the IPO and potential business partners. Dante had to be careful not to reveal too much. Several of these deals were not supposed to be public knowledge yet.
After a few rounds of drinking and sampling comfort foods, the conversation turned more casual. Sam asked about their relationship. By now, Trisha was experienced enough to enchant him with a retelling of how they met. Dante had to admit she knew how to work a client. The two of them were becoming an unstoppable duo.
When Sam wanted to probe deeper, Dante stopped him. “Like we agreed, no expose on Trisha. Not unless Automaniacs is interested in starting Tractor Thursdays.”
“You’re engaged to a very kind man, Ms. Kaplan,” Sam said, ending the recording program on his. He gestured to a waiter. “Shall we pay?”
Dante laughed and pulled out his wallet. “I got it.”
Trisha joined in on the laughter. “Trust me, he’s not as generous as he looks. For every meal he pays for, he scarfs down twice the food at my place.”
Sam secured his phone in his pocket. “It’s a good thing I can’t cook then.”
Dante glared at his date. “Hey, it’s good pasta!”
Then, he shook hands with Sam and waved him off. After the blogger departed, Dante whispered to his companion. “You did great, Trisha.”
“Not as good as you,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not cut out for this PR gig.”
He comforted her. “It’ll only be until the IPO.”
“Dante, were you serious about us going to Ironville?” she asked with a serious expression on her face. “This schedule’s pretty hectic as it is. But I’d like to visit your hometown.”
He nodded in agreement. “I’d like to but it depends on when all of this is over.”
He and Trisha departed afterwards to continue their busy schedule. Sam remained in contact with him over the next few days to go over some fine details for the final draft. Dante didn’t expect much to come of the interview.
Lucia, however,
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