"We need to increase our global reach," Mike said, leaning forward, his palms pressed into the desk. I could see the beads of sweat trickling down his face.
"But," Rebecca said, gently. "We don't sell anything globally, Mike. We're a local company."
"Exactly," Mike said, a big smile on his face, he pushed himself off the desk and I could see the outline of his palms on the service. "I need us to expand!"
I tried not to look at Rebecca. I knew she would be looking at me, probably with a smirk on her face.
"Mike," she said. "We sell t-shirts, beer mats, and keyrings with the town name on them. To local shops. With all due respect, I don't think the good folks of London, New York or Paris, would be interested."
Mike sat down. "Well, this kind of attitude is precisely why we will never become billionaires."
"We are a small charity," I said. "We're not a multinational business."
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