“FOR CRYING out loud, are you even listening to me, Matthew?”
Matthew grunted. Sadly, he was. He’d been listening to his cousin Bryce rant for the last hour and a half. How many times were they going to argue over this?
“You’re as stubborn as your old man.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” Did Bryce see the irony in his statement? If anyone was being stubborn, it was him. Matthew had lost count of how many of Bryce’s proposals he’d shot down. It was becoming a common occurrence. Bryce insisted on bringing him proposals from companies Matthew wouldn’t trust to look after his pet rock, much less his clients or the reputation of his company.
“Well, it wasn’t meant as one,” Bryce grumbled.
“Jesus, Bryce, will you give it a rest? It’s a simple word. I’m not sure how else I can say no to make it any clearer. I’m not selling out to those charlatans.”
“But think about all the money we could make!”
“Serpentine Furniture is aptly named. They’re nothing but a bunch of snakes in the grass. They buy the cheapest materials, advertise their products as luxury items, and then when their shoddy pieces fall apart, they blame the customer. Their guarantee is a joke, and their insurance is nothing short of highway robbery. They’re…