Post by The Marlboro Man on Aug 9, 2021 15:46:25 GMT
Freshly shaved, Phillip Morris Jr sits at his marble desk opening his silver cased laptop. He lights up a fresh cigarette and takes the first drag of the day before hype focusing on his portfolio. A networth increasingly becoming a competitor with the likes of Jeff Bezos, his father is constantly telling him to let his financial advisors take control so he can focus on the finer things in life.
He takes another drag as he contemplates on what are the finer things in life.
Is it leisure? Happiness? Control?
His thoughts pause as his muscle memory takes him to the business profile of his greatest regret: Netflix.
Phillip had put his gut instinct aside when the Blockbuster deal with Netflix didn't pan out and left it alone. He saw the future of this company and trusted Blockbuster had found an egregious error he hadn't. They didn't. And now Netflix is a household name creating its own competition of streaming services.
Hulu, being owned mostly by Disney was out of the question... same as Amazon Prime or HBO because of being owned by Jeff & HBO already being established.
Netflix was the one that got away. He would still want to purchase it... but not for how much the stock price is at currently. $500+ a share is ridiculous! Their newest push into entertainment has been their wrestling division which is flourishing giving WWE quite a finger poke in the eye. He's talked to Vince on several occasions. He's ready for a war. A war he offered to be involved in but his with the upward spiral of non-smokers his company is becoming a leper colony.
Sure, he could certainly afford a hostile takeover... but that's a loss if he's ever heard of one.
His thoughts turn around again to his fathers suggestion, "Focus on the finer things in life."
What is happiness... happiness is Control. and Control is Leisure.
Control is the absolute finest thing in life.
With his cigarette half finished, he lights up a new one.
If he could force... or control... a negative public opinion of Netflix the same way of his fathers company they would be begging for a buyout. He could probably get it for penny's on the dollar.
He takes a long drag from his cigarette, finishing it completely.
Exhaling, he smiles wide as smoke pummels out of his mouth and nose.
As the smoke fades away he pulls out his phone, "Jenkins, call Netflix. I want to be put into their wrestling division." He hangs up before Jenkins can respond.
Standing up, he closes his laptop and walks over to a dirty decoration on the wall. He picks off a dusty cowboy hat and brushes it off.
"We're going back to work old friend."
He dons the hat, grabs his lasso, and walks out of his office.
He takes another drag as he contemplates on what are the finer things in life.
Is it leisure? Happiness? Control?
His thoughts pause as his muscle memory takes him to the business profile of his greatest regret: Netflix.
Phillip had put his gut instinct aside when the Blockbuster deal with Netflix didn't pan out and left it alone. He saw the future of this company and trusted Blockbuster had found an egregious error he hadn't. They didn't. And now Netflix is a household name creating its own competition of streaming services.
Hulu, being owned mostly by Disney was out of the question... same as Amazon Prime or HBO because of being owned by Jeff & HBO already being established.
Netflix was the one that got away. He would still want to purchase it... but not for how much the stock price is at currently. $500+ a share is ridiculous! Their newest push into entertainment has been their wrestling division which is flourishing giving WWE quite a finger poke in the eye. He's talked to Vince on several occasions. He's ready for a war. A war he offered to be involved in but his with the upward spiral of non-smokers his company is becoming a leper colony.
Sure, he could certainly afford a hostile takeover... but that's a loss if he's ever heard of one.
His thoughts turn around again to his fathers suggestion, "Focus on the finer things in life."
What is happiness... happiness is Control. and Control is Leisure.
Control is the absolute finest thing in life.
With his cigarette half finished, he lights up a new one.
If he could force... or control... a negative public opinion of Netflix the same way of his fathers company they would be begging for a buyout. He could probably get it for penny's on the dollar.
He takes a long drag from his cigarette, finishing it completely.
Exhaling, he smiles wide as smoke pummels out of his mouth and nose.
As the smoke fades away he pulls out his phone, "Jenkins, call Netflix. I want to be put into their wrestling division." He hangs up before Jenkins can respond.
Standing up, he closes his laptop and walks over to a dirty decoration on the wall. He picks off a dusty cowboy hat and brushes it off.
"We're going back to work old friend."
He dons the hat, grabs his lasso, and walks out of his office.