“I’m glad that you came,” he said. “It’s my job.” “I hope it’s more than that.” I remembered all the things that Blackwell had said to me, and I softened. I felt a deep affection for him, and I knew it was wrong to hide it. I stepped out and kissed him on the cheek. “Of course it is.” “You look lovely.” “You already know how I feel about you in a tux. Tell me why you’re so interested in Henri Dufort. I have an idea, but he’s into everything. Let’s see if we’re on the same page.” “Why don’t you begin?” “All right. Dufort owns Streamed, which essentially is Netflix for the global market. They’re expanding as rapidly as they can, but the global market is the global market, and there are dozens of closed doors. My research shows that Dufort is having difficulty breaking into some of the countries where Wenn Entertainment is already a known player. Sometimes Dufort gets lucky, but then other obstacles arise, likely because he doesn’t have the relationships Wenn has with these people. In this world, relationships are everything. Dufort knows that. Wenn could partner with him in an effort to get beyond the bureaucratic bullshit. And this would make Wenn Entertainment a fortune if you struck a deal with Dufort that allowed him into the countries he wants to dominate before it’s too late before other capitalize on the idea. Am I right?”
