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You frown at the question. "Well how should I know? I just started this like... on tuesday. Before that I was just rotting in cells and before THAT I was you know... just Gurie." You shrug. "Not some leader of a prison gang or the mastermind behind the Reaper incursions or whatever they accused me of in prison. I ate food and played games in my room. Sometimes me and Piper goofed off, but I barely left my house. I didn't need to no one expected me to. My dad's from Team Lazy, I had a trust! I didn't even have to waste time in College."
"...Huh." You hear the frown in the voice, you turn to the man.
"What? You have a problem with improvising?"
"No... its just, your the daughter of a mob boss, and a snack empire... shouldn't there be expectations? Duties?" He turns to face you. "I mean... people were expecting things from you. How could you just... ignore all that."
You raise your eyebrow. "No one expected ANYTHING from me. I mean they probbably would've appreciated it, but Team Lazy isn't about just following my dad..." You think about it... and technically you guess it sort of is, I mean it is that for Carrie at least. "My Dad formed Team Lazy to get out of the rat race, this idea that just because something COULD be bigger it has to be... for instance, you know of Slacker Snappers right?"
He nods. "Those are your top sellers right? The cheese snack."
"Good... now who makes them?"
He frowns. "Your company does?"
"No... WHO makes them? Who actually invented the snack?"
"...Wouldn't it be... a bunch of people? With focus groups and the like?"
You shake your head. "Seven guys, John Smalls, his sister Sarah, Bob Jim, Mary Topp, my dad, and Gregor the Munchlax. John came up with the idea and did most of the work, Bob and Mary worked on packaging, my dad organized the taste tests and bought the equipment, and Sarah came up with all the flavors."
"And Gregor?"
You shrug. "He ate them all. Hes got a very discerning palette.... out of all of them only Mary and my Dad stayed with the company. Sure Gregor got bought out by the Poffin Network and now has a tv show but most of them just retired. Because they DID IT, they had a million dollar idea! They made the world a better place, or a place with slightly less bland food... and they didn't need to keep justifying their existence!" You wave a hand in the air. "We could've just kept paying them more, locking them into a contract so no one else could make our food, buy new factories, but for what? We could pay all our staff and pay them well, we had a rainy day fund... it was enough. We gave them the money they were due, and they went off to go paint or run food blogs. Our company doesn't NEED a heir, it doesn't need to go multinational, and if we do we can hire someone who is just into that."
"But all the workers are counting on you, what if the company goes under? What if profits slip?"
You shrug. "If profits slip we will find something else.... what were we talking about? Oh yeah leadership."
