Richard Harrington Summerby (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_richard) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
He leaned back in his chair and took a quick drink of water. "Thing is, for all the piles of paperwork around here, it's really a minor part of the job. Most days we have two or three assistants up here helping put things together. I ran them off for a while so we could talk privately. But it's good training and let's them review deals from beginning to end. In the long run most of our clients could do what we do for themselves, so it's up to us to to it better, faster, and more cost effectively than they can. Clients, customers, always come first."
"When can you start? Yesterday? You haven't asked about pay, so I should probably go over that, too. International Exports pays each assistant a base of 20 galleons a week. About enough to starve in an attic room somewhere. First month I'll bump that 50 galleons a week. After that you're on profit share, based on what I bring in; the principle being I can make more if you're doing a good job here. After your first month, one percent of my take. Three percent after six months. Fifteen percent of any contract you close on one of my regular customers."
Rich pointed to the desk in front of Lucy. "There's a calculator there; run some numbers. You can work with Pounds Stirling, I assume. Say I write a 100,000 pound contract. Say my fee is 7.5% - I usually run between five and ten. IE takes an average of 20%. Three percent of what's left nets you...?" He paused while she caught up. "One hundred eighty pounds. Or 900 if you did the deal yourself. Last year, not counting the big resort in Dubai, I wrote well ove seventy million pounds worth of contracts. With Mils free to get out more, this year should be substantially better. Even at 1% that's still a fair bit of brass. Still interested?"