An Offer From A Gentleman Novels & Stories

The doorman, an older man with salt and pepper hair all over his head and face—though it’s well trimmed—calls and he approaches me. I pause while Gypsy immediately stands between the man and me, blocking my view of him. “Good morning Mrs. D’Amato,” he greets. I tap Gypsy’s shoulder to get him to move. He does, but just enough for me to see the man’s face. “Forgive me for startling you, Mrs. D’amato, but a package came for you early this morning,” he says and stretches out his arm holding a brown envelope. My eyes drop to the envelope and climb to his face, only to fall to the envelope again.

I saw the way he opened his car door for you,omg he’s a gentleman…he is so handsome girl”,she smiled at me,poking me with her elbows. ”What if he’s THE ONE?He looks so perfect,did he take your number?Please tell me he did”. “He did take my number…he talks—weird,like—”.I attempt to mimic his low rich voice and way of speaking—I clear my throat- “IF YOU PROSTRATE BEFORE THEE I MAY GRANT THINE WISHES”.Leila laughed so hard “what the hell??You’re probably just exaggerating—that does sounds like someone from a very very rich background,hmm”,we both laughed.

he asked astonished. After both of them got seated, he asked him the reason for the visit. "Why? Can't I visit my best friend?" Richard asked, his eyes searching for Amelia and she intentionally did not walk downstairs. "Oh, yes, yes. You can." nodded the drunk man. "By the way... I have an offer for you." Richard spoke in an amused tone. Rowan knitted his brows in confusion, put his glass down on the table and asked, "What offer?" "Some men.. wealthy.. want a girl.. so I was probably thinking about..." as Richard was saying all this, he gave a hint to Rowan in this way he got silent while Rowan completed the sentence by saying, "Amelia..."

When she reached her flat, she received an unexpected call. “This is Oscar Sands. Congratulations for being the latest member of 5Cattleya” she recognized the voice as the old man from the interview. She wanted to scream, but she waited for the rest of the news. There’s always a catch. “I’m sending you the formal job offer, if you agree with the terms, you can e-sign the contract and send it back to me” Oscar Sands said in a formal tone.

I played my next card as the man was desperate to accept my offer but he couldn't admit it on my face. "But the offer doesn't seem equal to the favour I'll give you Miss Aitana,it's not easy to convince the minister.He'll ask for a lion's share in my profit.I have to butter many arses."He said and I mentally pictured his dead corpse lying in the same woods and hungry vultures plucking on his intestines. I took a sharp intake of breath and regained my thin patience, Alessandro had infused his faith in me and I didn't want to fail him.

No, a better guy. She continued to chat with the old man. They were served with snacks mid-morning. He tried hard to convince her. He would stir the conversation one way, then he would go back to that point. He also raised the stakes. He’s now offering her a billion. Her lip twitched. That’s a lot of money. If they go out on the streets and asked random women, a lot of them probably won’t hesitate. They also had lunch together. He’s a cheery old man, always smiling. It was a little contagious. Still, talking with him for hours is tiring. The old man thoroughly enjoyed their chat. He likes her for his grandson and eventually left with an offer of two billion.

I promised him I'd keep an eye out for it and let him know! I need a second opinion. I send a quick group text. Me: Mr. Le Blanc offered me to come work for him at his mansion. He's offering me double. What should I do? I put my phone in my pocket while I grab the last of the trash and push my cart back out into the hallway.

“Louis?” I didn’t answer. I just pressed the call. He picked up on the third ring. “Elara,” Louis’s voice came through, smooth and familiar. “To what do I owe this—” “I have an offer for you,” I interrupted, my tone sharp enough to cut through his charm. There was a pause. That got his attention. “What kind of offer?” “The kind you don’t want to miss,” I said. “But we’ll discuss it in person. Tomorrow.”

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

I bite my lips nervously to stop from blurting out more questions. With a sigh, he stretches to his full height and I'm caught with another surprise at how tall he is. This man is a freaking giant and even though I'm taller than most girls, he towers over me so much. “I'm thinking you need to process this offer, so I'm going to give you a few days to think about it.” He grabs his jacket and pulls out a card, he hands it to me. “This is my number and my office address. Contact me however you deem fit when you've made a decision.”