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“I really think that celluloid is the way to go,” Charlie said, his feet resting on the edge of his desk, a stack of research sitting next to them. “I think it’s the wave of the future.”
“All of the evidence points that direction,” Jonathan agreed with him. “It’s just a question of how much you’re willing to put in.”
“Right,” Charlie nodded. That was always the question. How much of his money should he invest in whatever new business, new project, new technology was coming out next? So far, he’d made some very wise investments with the small sum his father had given him to start off with and the wages he’d been earning working for his father since he graduated from Harvard the year before. He knew, however, it may take quite a sum to re-establish Westmoreland Textiles, and that was always in the back of his mind.
“I think you should go with the fu
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