342 Competing for a job (2)

I've just finished showing all my enterprises and ideas for the future.

Alexander listens with attention, reading every single number I point at. Even if it must be boring, he doesn't snort or lose focus.

He seems pleased about the outcomes of my businesses, but he doesn't dare to just open his mouth and praise me. He knows something must be going on, and his patience is so heart-warming.

Now that the money is already on the table, I can spend some time talking about non-quantifiable and more abstract kinds of richnesses and values.

«And, finally,» I sigh. «I have a lot of skills you already know of.»

«Are you competing for a job?» he inquires.

«More or less.» I shrug. Competing isn't the right word, as there aren't other candidates. And it's not even clear what job I'm trying to catch.

I mean, I wouldn't need all this talking to convince Alexander to employ me in the administration or as an advisor.