A Dinner Party

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I walked out into my dinning room where I had been mulling over the table all day. I wanted everything to be just so. I glanced at the place settings for the hundredth time, trying to decide if I should sit Alfred Zingale and Matthias Arndt next to each other. It wasn’t that I was worried about conflicting views, actually it was quiet the contrary, and I didn’t want them to be able to double team the other guests. Finally I decided that just because they have essentially the same opinions, I wouldn’t separate them. In my mind they come as a unit because they had co-authored a book. The place cards had been set and I made up my mind that I would do no more rearranging. I bent over the table in my grey sleeveless dress and lit the deep red candles that were extending upward out of the floral arrangement. The guests would be arriving soon and I began to think over the whole situation. Each person has written a book about the dot com industry, how they can be successful as well as how to invest wisely in one. I was hoping to learn a lot of information so I could make a good decision on whether my company would benefit from being online. These thoughts drifted through my head until the doorbell rang. I opened the door to a short plump woman with reddish brown hair in her late 40’s was standing on my stoop. She wore a pale green dress suit, but looked quite attractive. She extended her arm, shook my hand and introduced herself as Anita Rosen. As the only woman who was attending the dinner party[->0] that night, it was a given who she was, but all the same she was quite pleasant.

John Cassidy was next to arrive. He looked like the typical “guy next door[->1]” type. I bet he could have been pulled straight from a magazine. He wore a blue knit sweater vest. As soon as he was in the door, the bell rang for the final time. Zingale and Arndt stood at the door. Zingale was thin with a moustache, black hair[->2] parted on the side. Arndt wore glasses, was shorter and much plumper. They looked like complete opposites as they stood outside my door. I invited them in; as they walked through the threshold they gave me a bottle of wine. They said it was just a “thanks so much” gift. It dismissed the doubts I had had earlier as to whether everyone would get along and be civil. I had been afraid that Cassidy would be very much against dot coms, after writing a book entitled Dot Con. The evening looked promising.

Eventually everyone made it to their seats. I carried the dishes of food from the kitchen. Roasted chicken, along with garlic mashed potatoes, warm rolls, and a large bowl of salad for anyone to take at their own leisure. I sat at the head of the table, Zingale and Arndt to my right, and Rosen and Cassidy to my left.

Anita Rosen began the conversation by saying, “You have to decide what you are selling and what service you are providing. If this product is already available in the marketplace, you need to have a good reason for the consumer to purchase off of your web site.” Between bites Rosen added, “Don’t think it doesn’t work…it just has to be right.” “The problem though,” stated Cassidy, “is that no one does it right. People jump on the band wagon creating these dot coms just because they think they can make an easy profit.” “Does it really not work?” I asked. “I mean are successful dot coms none existant?” “Good services can be provided through these online companies…” stated Rosen. “I just think that many times, the company is not given the chance to become stable and to honestly make money through selling their product. Honestly I blame it on the investors they just think…oh another dot com, this could be worth money. So they dumbly invest so much money in the companies stock,” said Cassidy. His information was very helpful and critical which can be very important. I was pleased how the conversation was going.

Arndt had been intently listening to the conversation between Cassidy and Rosen. He swallowed a...
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