Tom
His ears ringed when he heard Steven speak of Devon. It just now slipped his mind that he was the son of the corporation itself. Of course he would lean towards being in favor of it. "Is that so? People really donate to you guys..." He heaved a sigh. Sternly glaring at Steven, Saul held the phone tightly. "Than tell me Mr. Stone. Exactly how much money goes to the higher ups?"
Brent
"Of course people donate to the company! I'm sure you know how business works, but let me give you a refresher. Whoever is a the *Very top*, earns the *Most* Profit", he gave a smug smirk at the former Elite Four. The look on Saul's face only encouraged Steven even further. "To answer your question, the higher ups would typically earn a hundred times as much as someone who would work in minimum wage", the man kept that smirk of his like a sly Purrloin.
Tom
That was no smile on his face. No it was a smug look. That look one would give you when they feel sort of superiority over you. "Fine then Mr. Stone. I don't mind asking you more questions since you seem to know what you're talking about. With that money of yours, that money of your fathers.. Shouldn't some of that go to securing the mines? Maybe even securing the wages of those in the low fields? From what I recall being *Rich* Isn't a choice."
Brent
"I don't know what I'm talking about? I should be saying the same thing about you. Why do the rich have to secure the mines if the working class has built them in the first place? If being rich wasn't a choice, I would have been giving all my money to all the poor until I'm just as miserable as they are", Steven couldn't help but twitch his mouth in slight annoyance. *How dare this lowly Trubbish insult not only the company of Devon Corp., but his father's legacy as well?*