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Third Person POV

Mean watched Kimmon's reaction intently as he introduced Copter to him. Kimmon had a very wide smile and looked like he was just about ready to have Copter for lunch.

When it looked like Kimmon was not going to let go of Copter's hand during the introductions, Mean knew that he had to intervene.

"Why don't we all sit down and order lunch," said Mean, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

The other two guys let go of each other's hand and did the same as Mean, but Kimmon's wide smile stayed on his face.

A uniformed waiter approached their table and graciously gave each of them a booklet containing the menu.

Mean ordered the shellfish and andouille sausage jambalaya dish while Copter said that he wanted the crawfish and shrimp etouffee.

"What?" Kimmon exclaimed in happy surprise, "that's my favorite Cajun dish here! I was planning to order that too!"

Mean could only shake his head and unsuccessfully tried to hide a smirk.

In a few minutes the waiter returned with the drinks that they had ordered earlier and took their lunch orders.

While they were sipping their drinks, Mean and Kimmon discussed their business agreements and Copter took notes on the office notepad that he had brought with him. Then when their agreements were finalized, Copter took out the contract papers from a dark brown leather satchel that he had brought with him.

Copter handed the papers to Mean and Mean reviewed the contents carefully before signing at the bottom of the last page. Then Mean passed on the papers to Kimmon.

Kimmon reviewed the contents carefully as well. When he got to the bottom of the last page, he looked up, his pen in hand, ready to put his signature on paper.

"What is it, Kimmon?" asked Mean, his voice sounding cautious.

"I was wondering if we could place an addendum after our signatures, that on Fridays when I expect my Wood Flame Pizza branch to be at its busiest, I could have Copter come to assist me with administrative matters."

"No!" was Mean's immediate response, "I need Copter on Fridays as well!"

"But not as much as I need him!" Kimmon countered, "don't forget, if you want my branch to succeed, I should be getting as much administrative assistance as possible, at least at the beginning while I'm still learning the ropes. Copter would definitely be a big help to me."

"Why can't you find someone else?" Mean countered.

"Because Copter has the know-how of your business whose branch I'm planning to run in my city," Kimmon replied, using his most persuasive tone of voice.

"Only in the beginning stages of your business then," Mean reluctantly agreed.

Kimmon rubbed his hands together with a wide and satisfied smile.

"Wait," said Mean, still looking suspiciously at Kimmon, "we have to come to an agreement as to how long you will be needing Copter at your side."

"About three months," Kimmon replied.

"Are you kidding me?" Mean exploded.

"That's too long a time," Copter spoke up for the first time.

"Two months then?" Kimmon tried to bargain.

"Still too long of a time," Copter was the one dealing with Kimmon now, "your city is farther away from my apartment than my place of work. It would be..."

"I will come to your house to pick you up," Kimmon interrupted Copter with his offer.

"I"m not letting that happen," Mean decided to take over the reins from Copter before Copter could respond to Kimmon, "Copter has to report to me first thing in the morning before you can pick him up or have somebody pick him up at my office building. I will be needing to endorse to him what I will be expecting from him on Monday morning."

"Very well then," Kimmon agreed, but not looking too happy about it.

"Also..." Mean said, not yet satisfied with what had been agreed upon, "my company will be charging you for Copter's administrative services."

"Of course," Kimmon agreed, "but I hope that the charges will be applied directly to Copter's salary."

"You didn't have to mention that," said Mean, "it goes without saying."

At this point the waiter arrived with a food cart carrying the dishes that they had ordered. He placed the respective dishes in front of the respective diner, making sure that the dish corresponded with the person who had ordered it.

Business was forgotten for a while as they ate the delicious food that was served for them.

"So what do you like to do during your free time, Copter?" Kimmon asked.

"Aren't you supposed to be asking me that, since I'm going to be your business partner?" Mean complained to Kimmon.

"But I'm asking about after business hours," Kimmon explained, winking at Copter.

Again, Mean could only shake his head, barely able to hide his smirk.

"I'm into horticulture," Copter replied.

"Really?" both Mean and Kimmon asked in surprise, Mean more upset than surprised that he was learning this about Copter for the first time. He would have preferred to know this fact about Copter ahead of Kimmon.

"Do you have a garden at home?" again, Kimmon and Mean asked at the exact same time.

"What the hell, Mean, stop copying me!" Kimmon complained, glaring at Mean.

"No, you're the one who's copying me," Mean glared back at Kimmon.

"I don't have one because I'm just renting a unit in an apartment building, but my parents have a big garden in their property and that's where I practice my horticulture."

"Which particular plants are you cultivating right now?" it was Mean who asked, while Kimmon waited intently for Copter's answer.

"Orchids," Copter replied.

"Wow!" Kimmon was the first to react, ahead of Mean, "are you cultivating enough to be able to supply any commercial orders?"

"Not yet," said Copter, "but eventually I hope to be able to do so. I plan to open my own business in the near future."

"Nooo! Don't do that to me, please, Copter!" Mean suddenly exclaimed, "don't leave me, please! I need you in my life!"

Both Copter and Kimmon stared at Mean in wide eyed surprise, unable to believe Mean's very revealing statement.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Kimmon asked after a brief astonished silence.

"Excuse me," Mean suddenly stood up from his chair, "I need to go to the men's room."

Both Kimmon and Copter did not fail to notice the red tinge that had crept into Mean's face.