"When doing business, you have to adopt a business-like attitude, Principal Mendes. I don't care how much the professors from Princeton want to charge for their attendance, but together with the donation to the school, I can only offer twenty percent. I'm truly grateful for the school's modest support for our student entrepreneurship, but that's all the material thanks I can offer. Yes, twenty percent." Tommy Hawk sat in the principal's office, looking earnestly at Mr. Mendes behind the desk.
Mendes took off his glasses, rose slowly from behind his desk, walked over to the window to take in the view, then slowly drew the blinds before approaching Tommy Hawk. He retrieved a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from his suit pocket, placed one in his mouth, and fumbled for a lighter, "Twenty percent, eh? Grandet could learn a thing or two about doing business from you. Got a light, kid?"
