LEMONADE BOYS The Competion part 2 (The Story continues) (NOV 26)

Lug and Fudge get back to headquarters.  They went to speak with The King.

The King spoke, “Okay boys.  What was that guys name?”

“It was Trey.” Lug said.

“Hmmm Trey.” The King seemed to ponder the name for a few moments.  “Was he a big guy?”

“No sir, no sir.  He was not big and strong at all.  He seemed more like a smart guy to me. Not too big, maybe five foot nine about 150 pounds or so.”  Lug told him.

The King looked at them, “And he said he was not going to stop right?”

“That’s right bossman.”

“Okay boys well then we need to take next steps.”  The King said.  “Okay here is what we are going to do … ”    The King laid out the next steps for his boys.  Once he was done laying out the steps he patted Lug on the arm.    “Okay, you guys got it?”

Lug and Fudge nodded, “We got it Boss.”


 

It was the next day.   School had let out.  Trey was walking back to his car from school.   A vehicle pulls up next to him on the sidewalk.   The back door opens, it is Lug.  He gets out of the car.  “Okay Trey get in we are going for a ride.”

Trey was caught off-guard, “Hey man, what is this?”

Lug was MUCH bigger than Trey.  “Get in the car now.”  Lug moved forward and grabbed Trey by the arm and forced him into the vehicle.  He was in the back in the middle, right in between Lug and Fudge.

“What are you guys going to do to me?” Trey asked.

“Just shut up okay?  We aren’t going to hurt you.”    They took out a canvas bag and placed it over his head.

“WOAH! HEY!  Why do I need a bag over my head?”  Trey protested.

“Just shut up Trey!  Shut your mouth okay?  We are going to meet the Bossman.”  Lug raised his voice at Trey.

Trey stayed quiet the rest of the ride.   They got to headquarters.   They pulled the car as close as they could to the building.

Lug leaned over to Trey.  “Okay Trey, no funny business.  We are here okay and we are going to escort you from this car inside to meet the Bossman.  You got it?”

Trey spoke through the bag, “Am I about to die?”

“Jesus man!  We are not killers okay?  The Bossman just wants to speak with you face to face.”

The driver of the car spoke up, “Okay guys looks like the coast is clear.”

Fudge looked at Lug, “Let’s go.”

They got out of the car.  They pulled Trey with them.  The Canvas bag stayed on his head. They moved him into the headquarters and sat him down in front of the King.   They quickly pulled off the canvas bag.  The King and Trey were now face to face.

“Hello Trey.”

“Hey man, what is the deal?  You have your own goons who pick people up?”

“Sorry for any kind of difficulty Trey but I wanted to meet with you face to face, you know man to man.”

“Yeah well who are you supposed to be?”

“The people call me The King.”

“Oh yeah?   You are not a very big guy Mr King.  I can’t believe these guys listen to you.”

“Well I am the guy with the vision.  These two work for me and help me with my operation.”

“Your Operation?”

“Okay Trey.  Cut the crap.  I can tell you are not an idiot and please don’t insult my intelligence.  You must have seen the stands around town.  I bet you thought you could do the same, am I correct?”

“I don’t really see a problem.  There are multiple lemonade stands around town and I am the only apple juice stand.”

“I told you to cut the crap Trey.  You have clients younger and older who visit your apple juice stand.  And that is because you don’t just sell apple juice there.”

“Well perhaps.”

“Okay Trey well let me spell it out very clearly for you.  I see you as being competition.  And I do not want any competition.  This is my territory.  This is my turf.  My operation will be the only operation.”

“Well I see we have a conflict here.”

“Trey, I think we have some options here.  I like your ambition and I think you can join my team here.  Think about it.   Anyway, here are your choices: You can come and work for me; you can shut down your stand; or you can move your operation far away.”  The King was staring directly into Treys eyes.

“And what if I decide to stay where I am and operate my stand?”

“Well Trey, If you want to keep working in your spot I must tell you that I highly recommend against doing that.  You may begin to encounter some, how you might say, difficulties”

“Is that a threat?”

“It is not a threat at all.  I have told you your different options and it is up to you to make a choice.  Life is all about choices Trey.   Our meeting here is done.”

Lug slipped the canvas bag back over Trey’s head.  They got him to the car.  They drove him back to his own car near school.   Fudge spoke to Trey, “Think about what The King told you Trey.  And don’t tell anyone about the meeting.  If you go to the authorities, we will know about it.”

They took the bag off of Trey’s head and let him out of the car.  They drove off.

Trey just watched the car drive away as he contemplated his options.

 

(END OF BISCUIT POST)

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