deal?
Location: Coffeeshop on Diagon Alley Time: 3rd of March Status: Closed, for @dedalusdigg
Maddy tightened the grip around her virgin cocktail a little tighter, frowned with determination. “For the first month you receive the full profit of what I sell, the second 50% and the third 50% of that, and so on, until we’ve reached zero. By then I should have my own shop anyway. You wouldn’t make any losses, assuming that the more people know about my business, the more people come, the more income I make, so those 50% would in true numbers continuously grow, making you the same amount of money every month.” She’d done the maths by herself, but even Gerry had said it was correct. So she said all this confidently.
But then she had to pause, tried to rapidly go through what she still had to say to make sure it was all safe and sound, and when it was, she went on: “If, however, less people come because no one is interested in my shop, then I’d run out of capital by the end of the three months, which would only be a marginal loss compared to your habitual income generated from that small section of the shop.” Unfortunately, this was the biggest bit based on speculation: she’d never been to Mister Dedalus’ sweets shop, and for all she knew, there was no such thing as a poor-running section there. But she just had to trust that every business had a few ideas that didn’t work as well as others.
“But I don’t think that’ll happen,” she therefore continued hastily, “because I know at least three dozen of people who rely on my business, and I assume no one would walk into your beautiful sweets shop looking for ballpens without also getting side-tracked by extraordinary cotton candy clouds and delicious chocolate flies.” She added a smile, hoping the compliments would find a home. “So what do you think, Diggl-, Mister Dedalus.”