A meeting is called to solve a problem.
Can You Make it Better?
Mr. Theriault studied the viscous substance in the beaker. “This is a viable solution,” the chemist said to the committee members.
They sat silently, glancing at each other.
Ethan Forester entered the room, placed a white box on the table, and raised his hand.
“Yes, Mr. Forester?”
“I know I'm not on this committee, Mr. Theriault, but I do have a say since I own the company.”
“I’m trying to solve the problem you are facing.”
“I understand you were paid in advance,” Ethan said, his face a deeper shade of red than a moment earlier.
“I’m worth every penny!” The chemist held up the beaker. “The improved product could be on shelves by next month. Your revenue will go up.”
“You think you are so smart.” Ethan slammed his fist on the table.
“It’s the economy, not the product, Mr. Theriault!”
The committee members fidgeted in their chairs, not daring to speak.
“Have you ever tried our product?” Ethan pushed the open box toward the chemist.
“Not in its current state, no.”
“And yet, you say can make it better through chemistry?” Ethan said, pointing to the beaker.
“Even though you have never tried the original?”
“I was summoned, sir!”
“Without my consent, sir!”
“I didn’t know.”
“Well, now you do!” Ethan held out the box. “See for yourself.”
The chemist reached into the box, pulled out the product, and tried it.
“Wow, this is yummy!” He took another bite and another. “This filling is really good. Do you have any milk?”
“This meeting’s adjourned,” the committee head announced. The committee hurried out of the room.
Before Mr.Theriault left, Ethan Forester handed the box of double-filled chocolate cookies to him.
“Compliments of The Cookie Works.”
“Don’t forget your beaker.”