"Well, you'll have plenty of time to remedy that mistake," Tad said dismissively. "It's impossible to avoid the greasers. They're everywhere." He shook his head, still irritated at their existence.
"Personally, more than seeing the tenements bulldozed, I'd like to see Vincent's little business fail," Tad continued. "I don't know anyone who'd want a motorcycle garage, though, and Daddy thinks we should stick with Blue Skies for now."
He sighed. Thinking about work always depressed him these days, since Daddy had that press conference naming him VP in charge of the Blue Skies Redevelopment. Everyone knew all of his cars by now, so he never made it to work without eggs ruining the varnish.