Forming the Company Part 2

The handshake across the breakfast table had settled the leadership question. It immediately raised a hundred more.

Arthur was the first to point out the stark, legal reality of their situation. He picked up his coffee cup, took a long, measured sip, and looked at Hollen over the gold rim of his spectacles.

"Congratulations, Hollen," Arthur said dryly. "You are officially the President of an enterprise with no physical plant, no payroll, no commercial product, and precisely zero operating revenue."

Hollen grunted, leaning back against the velvet cushion of his armchair. "You certainly have a way of painting a rosy picture, Arthur."

"I manage the group's financial health," Arthur replied smoothly. "Optimism is a luxury reserved for engineers and inventors."

Ernest let out a soft chuckle as he pulled the master organizational layout back to the center of the table. "He's right, Hollen. On paper, you're currently commanding a ghost ship."