Piece on Earth

The boss, Junior and Leon were working out the new deals.

“What do I get from China?”

“We’re charging 10%. Your piece is a fifth. 2%.

“Mexico? She’s already getting on my nerves. 25% on everything. I want 5 of 25.”

“You got it.”

“Canada. Same. 5 of 25.”

“Your piece, boss.”

“What is Epshetyn doing charging for access to me? My piece, not his.”

“We’ll talk. He’ll listen.”

“He’d better. What about the shareholders?”

“We’re sending them a big gold Christmas card: ‘Merry Christmas... yak yak yak.’”

“Will it sell?”

“Sure. It’s all they care about. ‘Peace on earth.’”