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Post by Carson Furlong on Jun 20, 2020 11:20:47 GMT -4
A quick meetup to discuss some shares and official signings – one of many in just one day. But this one in particular was one to single out. Under the guise of an anonymous employee, Carson had managed to secure a proposition for partnership with a seemingly burgeoning clinical joint. Any new place that was popping up could always use some kind of funding, which was where he and the business swooped in to make a deal. Simple as that. Although, from what he had seen, Kabuchiko seemed the most shady part of this town. Crooks everywhere, more than likely wanting to key a car or two, or perhaps a little more. In fear of the former, he was only being driven in one of his smaller Ventley cars. It only had full leather seating, a few cup holders, and only bulletproof windows, not tires. Cheap shit, something to rub off the receipt since it was so little.
With conformation from his chauffeur that this was the place, Carson stepped out. This was a business meeting, so he had to maintain professionalism – but it did make him look a pretty big target, dressed in a thousand dollar suit, hundred dollar shoes, and a million dollar smile. He pressed on, checking the signs. His Japanese was rusty, but good enough. He had proper tutoring from a native, as well as the right phrases to use in business, a result of good stature working with other places in the country before and after his arrival for permanent stay. So, armed with such knowledge, soon enough he saw the sign for “Stone Clinic”, and pushed the door open, flinging it wide. The guy who ran it said the door was always open, so why not, right?
“Hello? This is Carson Furlong, I'm here to see whoever runs this place.” he announced, hoping someone would walk out front to shake hands with, and get a deal up and running in the hour. “I got another client to talk to soon, so if we could speed this up, that'd be great.”
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Jun 22, 2020 2:36:51 GMT -4
The day had started off quite normally actually. Waking up to the sound of his alarm, Cyril found himself in his office after another long night of research. He had hit a rut, a rather large one this time around and he was unfamiliar with the necessary materials he would need to get past it. The clinic he had opened recently was doing quite well, the patients who have come in were mostly criminals looking for a quick fix of meds for various situations. Having to be careful with his supply Cyril gave out what he could and charged people where he could. Unfortunately that often put him in difficult spots financially, the amount of days he has gone without eating is reaching a new personal record.
This was out of necessity though. The money he would use for meals would go to repairing old or buying new equipment and making sure his options of medical healing and recovery did not force him into suboptimal situations. The small light at the end of the longest tunnel of his life however, was the DNA material he was slowly acquiring. He would still need much much more for what he had in mind but this clinic was a great idea towards reaching that end. Stretching and feeling stiff bones comfortably crack, Cyril would sit on his chair and use it as a method of transportation, rolling to and fro continuing the nights research well into the day. He had no real appointments today, and he was within a reasonable distance from the Clinic door that if someone came in he would hear them.
Not many emergencies happened around here during the day however, so Cyril would likely be able to enjoy his alone time.
Time would bleed into the early afternoon when the door was flung open and a voice rang out. Scratching the back of his head he would roll out from his office and make a quick turn through a door as he would slowly come into the lobby where the owner of the voice likely was waiting. A rather tall looking man would of been standing there expectantly. His was sharp and well taken care of its full price probably outside what Cyril could guess but what he could not understand was why he was here. If he was here for a checkup his outfit spoke of money that could definitely buy a private doctor, so why come all the way out here.
He mentioned having another client so Cyril knew that he was pressed for time.
"Ah attend that would be me. Hello I am Dr.Stone of the Stone Clinic and you are?"
He would say lazily. Still on the chair sitting in it in a reverse way most would Cyril would roll until he was within arm reaching distance and reach out to shake the man's hand. He was both tall and blond clearly a foreigner if Cyril would bet money on it. If he was to stereotype it, he would definitely put money on the gentleman being American or from someplace along there. Making sure to keep his pinky out while he shook the man's hand it would quickly all come rushing to him.
The man from the chatroom!
"Dieu! You are the one from the chatroom! Yes yes yes how could I not put two and three together quicker! Come come!"
Cyril would say and he released the man's hand from the handshake and kicked his feet off the ground sending him in the chair backwards towards the clerical desk. Grabbing a file he would motion for the man to follow him as they headed to Cyril's office. Well one of them, this one would be a bit cleaner than his personal one as this one was used for consultations.
"Please please have a seat, a well dressed giant of a man like you had me confused for a tiny bit there! Did you find the place alright? You mentioned not having a lot of time, so lets talk business. Straight to it as it were."
Cyril would say keeping the file in one had as he motioned for Carson to take a seat as he set up the desk. The consultation room was rather big, the room a plain white color with pictures of scenery again in smaller frames set up on small stands. The décor was green and gold with the desk itself being a deep brown giving off "forestry" vibes, aided by the vaguely minty incense burning somewhere along the ceiling of the room. The chairs were black with a soft armrest and backrest allowing those interested to sit to have a comfortable stay while the doctor on the other side of the table would either give them good or bad news.
"You have mentioned financial backing at the cost of a bit in return right?"
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Post by Carson Furlong on Jun 22, 2020 14:11:03 GMT -4
Taking in the appearance of the place, for the most part, it matched the aesthetic outside. The place was a little run down, but could easily be fixed up with a little extra dough. Aside from that, typical doctor's office affair, with some chairs, a little décor based around medicine, and of course, a small reception area. Stepping out of a nearby door was the buy-in, definitely. White coat, very tired looking, seemed like he'd been at his job for some time now. A less savvy businessman would see this as a client to clearly be exploited, waving money in their face to get them to agree quicker – not Carson's plan. He was very tired sure, but willing, definitely. Introducing himself as 'Dr. Stone', with a little French placed very carelessly into his sentence. It was very clearly some kind of stage name. Lots of doctors tried it, but he'd run with it. Taking the man's hand, he shook it with a firm grasp. “Good to meet you, Doctor Stone.” he said, with a gleaming smile.
Soon enough, Stone dropped out of his tired stupor, and remembered what exactly was going on, declaring Carson as 'the one from the chatroom'. Not the most flattering title, not by a long shot, but he guessed it was appropriate given circumstances. He didn't want to make his presence there exactly known and traceable, so he made sure to be vague enough, and wanted to continue that. “Chatroom? Listen guy, I got a note from a close friend of mine, I don't know what kind of thing you're talkin' about here. But nonetheless, I'm always interested in a niche partnership.” he said, following the good doctor along to an office. The room was a lot cleaner, something he a lot more used to. Taking the offered seat, he continued to keep conversation: “This place? Not bad, even more impressive if you run it yourself.” As the two were both seated, Stone agreed that Carson had little time. “Straight to the point, like your style. Right, yes – our business focuses on funding for the highest large scale company all the way down to ma and pa's general store. We deliver additional cash to you so you can keep this little ol' place running safely, our only ask in return is a share of the profits. We can work out the split, but we focus on something on the small side to make sure you get the most out of your work. Sound good, Doc?”
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Jun 23, 2020 0:56:57 GMT -4
The guest whom named himself as Carson spoke with a confidence Cyril has experienced only with those in his field. It was someone who knew what they were talking about and were understandably confident to answer any questions that would arise. He was a man with a plan and knew how to get his prize. While they were exchanging words Cyril was using a small pocket of his mind to think of the ramifications of this deal. He did not know much about this company nor did he really think he needed financial backing. But by having a sponsor of sorts he could do things like loans and buy even higher end equipment. He could even look into hiring a security detail to watch the clinic overnight. More importantly he could invest in material that could keep his DNA samples more secure than how he had them now. Yes, nothing was more important than his research and if this could help him take even a small step forward....
"Yes yes I've started and have continued to run it on my own. Your business sounds straight forward and ambitious definitely something I could strongly consider putting my hand into. When you say "small side" things do you mean equipment? Rent? Cleaning and repairs? Many of my patients here come from...unique backgrounds and would require the utmost discretion. I could assume that things like security cameras would be frowned upon as well as well documented information. Would I be at liberty to share my patient information with you and your company at any given time?"
What Cyril was trying to find out was whether or not his clinic would still be his own. With a financial backer in some cases he has read up on, the company funding the money would have a hand in certain aspects of the business. Cyril was worried that the confidentiality of his work with those "unique" patients might be compromised by accepting this deal. Surely there were laws in place for that sort of thing, but at the moment Cyril preferred not to get them involved. He did have others plans you see, and those were best kept away from watchful eyes.
"I assume your company is like an umbrella oui? With many different smaller companies underneath it. What are the specialities of those ones if I may ask? I question because if any one of those businesses come under investigation or you yourself come under investigation for criminal charges or any other broken law, how would that affect my clinic? Watchful eyes become prying eyes and between two business men I think I can say that we do appreciate our privacy."
Cyril could tell that this gentleman was pretty high up in the company he was here representing. Perhaps it was the fact that he walked in with shoes more expensive than anything Cyril had on, or the suit that screaming wealthy he himself was not sure. However what Cyril was sure about was that he did not want to sign up for a loser's end of deal. He would try to get as informed as he possibly could before coming to a decision...despite the pocket of his brain screaming at him to hurry up and sign.
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Post by Carson Furlong on Jul 6, 2020 10:37:07 GMT -4
The good doctor seemed very thoughtful, only natural to think about such a ludicrous offer for a while, and ask the questions that matter the most to you – this deal was going down quite quickly, very good for both Stone and Carson. However, what mattered most to this guy clearly was safety, security, more than anything. So, classic business etiquette was of course, tell them what they want to hear. But Carson wasn't doing it for the sake of it, lying to a client was a terrible thing to do, especially one so wide-eyed and hopeful as this one. “Well, by 'small side', I more meant the profit split, but if it's what you expect us to give you, then I can certainly divulge.” Carson adjusted his seat a little bit, getting closer to the doctor. “What we do is we supply you the funds to help you grow your business, so if you need surveillance or guarding, rentals or equipment, we can work out a delivered payment time-frame to you so you can get what you need. Oh, and don't worry – we don't need any patient information from you at all.”
The deal seemed to be going very well, as Carson kept explaining further. Dr. Stone was very perceptive, understanding the ins and outs like a pro – maybe he could convince him to ditch this place and join up at the firm. “The Furlong Concern is... very close to what you describe, but a little bit further away from it too. Lemme tell ya: the only direct connections you have with us, is the fact we give money to you, and we get some back from you. You don't gotta slap our branding on everything, place magazines with my mug on the coffee table, none of that, ok? This is your business. That being said...” he leant in further, with a more hushed tone than before. “...if say, a place that we were funding got investigated, it would be linked to us, due to even the simplest connection of transaction. That's just how the law is. I have top lawyers, so I can try and mitigate any liability, but it's not 100%, nothing ever is. All that would happen if some kind of investigation was opened, is that it'd happen, and if in the very, very unlikely chance we got shut down – all that would happen is this little deal would close.” he said. Carson then leant back into his chair with a small leap, placing his arms behind his back, continuing on. “But besides, even then, the help we'd have given you would make this place a paradise, man! So, recap, bottom line; you get the cash for whatever you need, we get some profit you make, and if anything illegal happens, you don't need to worry about a thing! So, does that answer your questions?”
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Jul 10, 2020 4:25:29 GMT -4
As the man spoke, Cyril made sure to keep an eye on his facial expressions as well as his body language. Nothing gave away any sort of deceit or treachery so Cyril decided to believe the business man at his word. It was people like this that made the world go round in a sense and if Cyril was able to have someone like this in his pocket then further expansions would be quite easy in a sense. He could hire expendables and not worry about being able to pay them. He could look into security detail for the off hours he was not inside the clinic.
More importantly he could possibly gain enough time to do his own personal research. With that type of motivation who cared what it would cost him? Nodding physically as he came to the mental decision to agree and accept the man, Cyril would clap both hands together as the man finished speaking as if affirming the man's suspicions about whether or not all of Cyril's questions had been answered.
"Yes. We are finished, well I am with the questions at the moment. I am also ready to accept the deal, so do we sign something or is a handshake type deal?"
Cyril had never actually done a legal business transaction and was not familiar with the proper protocol. Perhaps it would be more "legally binding" if they both did sign some sort of document. But this business man seemed to not only know what he was doing but was confident enough to know that what he was doing was the right thing, each and every time. With all of Cyril's most difficult questions answered everything else seemed either too simple to ask or too unimportant or oddly specific to consider. IF this deal was going to fall back and bite him in the ass, then Cyril knew he would have to deal with it to get by. There was no shame in running and hiding from the law anyway. He's done it before when he was younger, probably the same rules apply now that hes older.
"You yourself are also welcome here if you or any of those you know get into any sort of medical trouble. My hands are here to help others after all."
Cyril would say wiggling his fingers as they pointed upwards in the air. Long, dark and covered in scars along the fingers and wrist, with tattoos starting at the forearm Cyril would show them off proudly. Every mistake each cut was proof that he had studied and worked towards becoming what he was and where he was today. He was not ashamed and would rather starve than be in a place that denied him this level of freedom and self expression.
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Post by Carson Furlong on Jul 10, 2020 9:21:12 GMT -4
Explanation and inquiry were common at these meetings between business owners, so you could get the best deal or offer out of who you were with. Now that both were out of they way thanks to his skill, Carson had pretty much sealed his success here. Not just his own either: Dr. Stone would be glad to be a part of the finance world, the CEO was sure of it. But, he couldn't revel in it for long, the day was long and he had more people to meet, so something this quick was ideal. The only thing left was legal binding, as the doctor had mentioned. “Ah yes, hold on a moment.” he said, pulling into his jacket. From it, he took out a letter, and began to open it with a swiss army knife. Removing the contents, Carson splayed it out in front of his client, a full document. He also took a pen out from his shirt pocket, placing it neatly on the sheet. “One of my best pens, y'know. Cost over two hundred dollars. Can you believe that?” He said, chuckling to himself. After the deal was essentially shut, with a clear win for both parties, he could relax a lot more. But, the legal stuff still had to come.
“I wish I could just shake hands and make it official that way, but law says I gotta pass one of these over to you, so if you could just sign here,” he pointed to a line down near the bottom of the paper: “then we're finished. As soon as you sign, the contract will be effective, and you'll receive a set amount of funding either at the start of each month, or every quarter, yada yada yada. I'm required to mention that the amount and the timing has to be agreed on through verbal contract, but I'm running low on time. You can call me or my receptionist, and she'll forward it to me. Number's on my card.” he said, passing one to him.
Now all the legal mumbo jumbo was out of the way, Carson could respond in kind to Stone's proof of partnership. Offering hospitality, now that's a marker of a good fundee. “Medical trouble? I have my own professional doctors, but I may recommend you to some of my employees. I always try to keep a conversation going with all of them, good environment to work at, but some of them take it way too seriously, end up losing sleep and getting ill. Breaks my heart, y'know? Still...” he said, looking up and down the doctor's arm, covered in tattoos as well as scars. “...could be a lot worse, man. Thank you very much.” Carson stretched his hand out over the desk, offering it to Stone as a final sign of respect, and an unofficial, but definitive way to close the deal out.
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Post by Cyril Donadieu on Jul 24, 2020 19:13:34 GMT -4
Nodding and signing the papers given to him, Cyril figured that he would be in good hands. Even if he was not Cyril would have to deal with the consequences. No point in crying over melted cheese and spoiled wine. Trying to memorize the important parts of what he was signing, Cyril would of gotten tired early on during the attempt and would leave things to the wind. There was a quite of things to do and sign but Cyril would of got it all done right before the eyes of the CEO man. The legality of it was alot for Cyril to understand but it was out of his hands now.
Handing the papers back to him Cyril would clap his hands together and smile excited at what this would bring about for the future. With the solid cash flow coming in Cyril figured that things would be easier now. With some extra cash he would be able to finance equipment as well as hire some employees. This would make running the clinic more smoothly allowing Cyril more time to himself for personal adventures. Cyril had always wanted to explore the city on his own and with this, that dream along with others will become possible. |
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Post by Maya on Jul 27, 2020 11:08:29 GMT -4
Carson had 45 EXP and gained 15 EXP
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