slower than it ever has before.”
“Can I be forthright with you, Ravi?”
“I expect nothing less from you, or anyone.”
“Why did you set your sights on Mason Technologies?”
“Well, I am a fan of drones, they appeal to the playful side of me and the business side, as well. In the States there is a drone racing league starting and I see how that would catch on and become an international trend, one that I’d like to get in on. I want to offer the drones and create the events.”
“And that’s the best use of your time?”
“It’s one use of my time.”
“Well, I mostly work with government contractors with my drones, a considerably different beast with different connections and processes than that of someone who is interested in commercial drones for civilian use.”
“The process is compatible. I’ve researched it.”
“You still didn’t answer, how did you come to want to purchase my company?”
“The numbers added up and it had the best appeal to me. I had no idea who you were, personally, as your face didn’t matter as much as what your business provided.”
“My face?” She was surprised at the unusual statement. “Does my face matter now?”
“Well, it’s lovely, for certain. I’m sure you are aware of that, though, and that your looks have gotten you many opportunities in life.”
She was officially offended, but not willing to give him the pleasure of showing that the barb had ticked her off. She inhaled deeply and took a sip of her wine, giving herself those valuable seconds to recompose herself.
“Surely you are not suggesting that my looks has played a larger role than my intelligence in my success?”
“I said no such thing.”
“It would be easy to assume, I suppose, as I’m sure you can relate, having looks yourself and an endless supply of money to spend however you so choose.”
“Are you suggesting that I’m frivolous to the value of money?”
“Perhaps.” Yes, she was able to say that back. It felt good, too.
“I assure you, I am not. I love money, therefore I don’t hand it away on what I don’t think is valuable.”
“Why overpay for my company then, compared to starting your own and bringing on qualified people?”
“It already exists and serves my purposes. Why reinvent what I can buy?”
“But knowing that I’m not for sale—” She paused. Wrong choice of words. “—that my business isn’t for sale, why fly over here and waste your time, money, and resources? I’m not going to change my mind.”
“Perhaps.”
“I’m not going to.” She repeated it, hoping it would be the exclamation point on her statement.
“I don’t want to talk about that tonight. I want to learn all about you and your life, both personal and professional.”
Oh no , she thought, the game has just changed . Sasha wasn’t a huge fan of talking about her personal life. It was always hard to explain and it just was. She lived and breathed technology and unlike many women, at the end of the day she was more than glad to have alone time in her penthouse, free of additional conversation.
Sasha began to answer his questions, sharing information about her family growing up—her parents and one brother—and how she loved New York City and was unable to fathom living anywhere else, despite it not being the most ideal place for a business such as hers to reach its ultimate maximum potential.
“Where do you test your drones?” he asked.
“We have some land that borders the Catskill Mountains. It’s private, lots of various terrains, and ideal. Those are fun days when we get to go test the product, or demonstrate it.”
“Could I have a demonstration?”
“You could, but remember, we mostly work in government drones, which are different than the types you can buy for civilian use.”
“It would still be fascinating to see.”
“Well, I don’t think that there are any events planned in the near future. I’m sure you’ll be back home by
“Can I be forthright with you, Ravi?”
“I expect nothing less from you, or anyone.”
“Why did you set your sights on Mason Technologies?”
“Well, I am a fan of drones, they appeal to the playful side of me and the business side, as well. In the States there is a drone racing league starting and I see how that would catch on and become an international trend, one that I’d like to get in on. I want to offer the drones and create the events.”
“And that’s the best use of your time?”
“It’s one use of my time.”
“Well, I mostly work with government contractors with my drones, a considerably different beast with different connections and processes than that of someone who is interested in commercial drones for civilian use.”
“The process is compatible. I’ve researched it.”
“You still didn’t answer, how did you come to want to purchase my company?”
“The numbers added up and it had the best appeal to me. I had no idea who you were, personally, as your face didn’t matter as much as what your business provided.”
“My face?” She was surprised at the unusual statement. “Does my face matter now?”
“Well, it’s lovely, for certain. I’m sure you are aware of that, though, and that your looks have gotten you many opportunities in life.”
She was officially offended, but not willing to give him the pleasure of showing that the barb had ticked her off. She inhaled deeply and took a sip of her wine, giving herself those valuable seconds to recompose herself.
“Surely you are not suggesting that my looks has played a larger role than my intelligence in my success?”
“I said no such thing.”
“It would be easy to assume, I suppose, as I’m sure you can relate, having looks yourself and an endless supply of money to spend however you so choose.”
“Are you suggesting that I’m frivolous to the value of money?”
“Perhaps.” Yes, she was able to say that back. It felt good, too.
“I assure you, I am not. I love money, therefore I don’t hand it away on what I don’t think is valuable.”
“Why overpay for my company then, compared to starting your own and bringing on qualified people?”
“It already exists and serves my purposes. Why reinvent what I can buy?”
“But knowing that I’m not for sale—” She paused. Wrong choice of words. “—that my business isn’t for sale, why fly over here and waste your time, money, and resources? I’m not going to change my mind.”
“Perhaps.”
“I’m not going to.” She repeated it, hoping it would be the exclamation point on her statement.
“I don’t want to talk about that tonight. I want to learn all about you and your life, both personal and professional.”
Oh no , she thought, the game has just changed . Sasha wasn’t a huge fan of talking about her personal life. It was always hard to explain and it just was. She lived and breathed technology and unlike many women, at the end of the day she was more than glad to have alone time in her penthouse, free of additional conversation.
Sasha began to answer his questions, sharing information about her family growing up—her parents and one brother—and how she loved New York City and was unable to fathom living anywhere else, despite it not being the most ideal place for a business such as hers to reach its ultimate maximum potential.
“Where do you test your drones?” he asked.
“We have some land that borders the Catskill Mountains. It’s private, lots of various terrains, and ideal. Those are fun days when we get to go test the product, or demonstrate it.”
“Could I have a demonstration?”
“You could, but remember, we mostly work in government drones, which are different than the types you can buy for civilian use.”
“It would still be fascinating to see.”
“Well, I don’t think that there are any events planned in the near future. I’m sure you’ll be back home by
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