It's the end of another long day at Fags & Mags & Rab(bid)s, a wee family-owned shop and video game company on the corner of a sleepy street in the Parisian suburb of Montreuil.
Michel Guillemot is down on his hands and knees, fishing under the pick 'n' mix display for loose sweets he then dusts on the lapel of his brown cotton shopcoat before popping them back into their correct box.
A yelp rises from the back room. Yves Guillemot rushes out, a dusty bottle of prosecco in his hand and a wide smile across his face.
"Brother!" Yves cries. "They did it! We're safe! We did it!"
Michel slips a gummy egg between his lips and waits for Yves to calm down.
"Vivendi! Finally! They said they would! They have!" he gasps while tearing at the foil on the bottle. Yves notices his brother's bemused look (and pretends not to notice he's eating the stock again) and pauses to catch his breath. "Vivendi finally sold their remaining Ubisoft shares. That's the very end of their takeover attempt. Our family business is safe."
Michel swallows and reaches for a pack of plastic picnic champagne flutes.
from Rock, Paper, Shotgun https://ift.tt/2C8aSFR
via IFTTT
Keine Kommentare:
Kommentar veröffentlichen