This week’s prompt:
Bigfoot, and offer is refused, soap
“Tell them no deal,” Sach said irritably. He ran the razor up under his chin again and frowned. He could not meet the top executives of his competition with a 5 o’clock shadow at 9 am. He lathered more soap and tried again.
“We are not giving them full rights to that,” he continued into the phone. “I don’t care what they offer. Bigfoot Men’s Ware is not giving them the right to name their product after that. It is too damn close.”
Sach looked at himself in the mirror. Well, the bottom two-thirds of himself. Hotels never had mirrors long enough for him. At 7’-6” most places barely fit him at all. He made sure everything was perfect before putting on his shoes. These were his pride and joy. His entire line of big and tall men’s clothing was doing remarkably well, but these babies were the pillar of his line. They were not only long enough and wide enough for someone as large as he was, but they looked amazing. He was going to make a fortune off these.
“I am not going to budge on this,” he told the voice at the other end of the line. “If they are going to keep harassing me about it, I will turn around and good home right now. These meetings are more for their benefit then ours.”
He picked up his coat from the back of a chair. He was bluffing a little. The meeting would be a big step forward for his company. “Yeti is my cousin. If anyone is naming a pair of sneakers for him, it will be me.” He hung up the phone and slipped into the jacket. He looked at himself one more time and ran his fingers across his cheeks. He sighed at the rasp of stubble against his fingers. Some days coming out of the woods felt like too much trouble. But he thought about his comfortable home in the hills of Washington state and quit regretting his decision. Bigfoot was now a big shot.
One final look in the mirror and he was ready. He put on some dark glasses before stepping out in to the hall. The thick carpets muffled the sound of his steps and the green and tan colors made him think of home. This was the right decision. He could feel it.
Look out world.
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