Bargainer Series 소설 & 이야기

Still admiring the gown on my body, Barbara suddenly barged into my room. She eyed me from head to toe, taking in the appearance of the gown. I knew she wouldn't admit that the gown was beautiful but she knew it was. It hurt her that she couldn't give a bad comment about the gown, so she made a very interesting and at the same time annoying confession. “Just to show that you are such a useless brat, my dad switched my place with yours. Now you will be stuck with that beast and I will be here enjoying life as I please,” she waved her long acrylic nails at me, evil gleaming in her eyes.

Vince Garwood stands as the great rival with Charles Anderson's business, but he had never surpassed Charles because he had Brianna, who never fails to accomplish her missions, even with her life at stake. Wesley and Tyler came up with teaming together to get their respective goals. Tyler Bennings pretended to be a client to take the young Michaelson through Charles Anderson's mercenary team knowing Big B would be among them while Wesley tracked every family member the mercenaries would give their lives to save. They found out they had no one to take as bait for Big B, so they had to revise their plans.

"Are you sure I'd sell myself for money?" I shot back, and my voice was stern and angry. He crossed his arms and leaned against his sleek black car. He looked startled, but his blue eyes had a hint of anger in them. “You’re not trying to sell yourself. It’s a business arrangement.” "Agreement for business?" I repeated, feeling shocked and confused. “You mean pretending to be your girlfriend?” "Yes," he said in a steady voice. “For one year. You get financial security, and I get to keep my picture intact.”

​Oh, God. She squeezed her eyes shut. Don’t fall in love with him, don’t fall in love with him, don’t fall in love with him. She scoffed, yanking her arm free as she sat up. “What? You think you’re all that and then some? That I cannot resist you? I’ll have you know... my heart... was not part of our bargain. You’re the boss and I’m the employee. This is an arrangement.” ​One callused palm ran slowly up the side of her leg, the heat of it seeping through her skin. “And yet it’s easy to forget who we are here, isn’t it? Easy to get confused.”

"A dozen is overkill and an unnecessary expense." "You won't have a dozen. Six would do." "One," I stated. "Don't be ridiculous. Five." "One." "Four." "One." "That's not how bargaining works. You're supposed to slowly increase your figure while I decrease mine," Jordan looked slightly annoyed. I didn't budge "One." His answering sigh was one of pure frustration. "Two, and that's my final offer." I considered it. Two wasn't too bad. "Fine, but I get to drop one later."

the man insisted, his tone firm. ‘Nah! I don’t think so…’ In sale, there was something called bargaining power. The one with the higher bargaining power got to call the shots and determine the price. The sale usually benefited them the most. ‘If I play along with these questions, I'll be giving away what little leverage I have,’ Rey thought to himself, determined not to be taken advantage of. To maintain relevance and protect his interests, Rey needed to assert his importance and not succumb to pressure.

"Take me, please." "Gods, when you beg like that... "

Neither of us spoke immediately. Finally, I asked the same question. "Who hired you?" He closed his eyes. "I... I never met him." "Who?" "A broker." "What broker?" "He arranges contracts." "For who?" "I don't know." "You expect me to believe that?" "It's the truth." I watched him carefully. This time...He wasn't lying. "You accepted a contract from a man you've never met." He nodded weakly. "He pays well." I leaned back. "And the target?"

A trade using herself as currency, a trade trampling her self-respect and dignity underfoot. “I’m not too greedy. I just need one year. Just protect me safely for one year, then we go our separate ways. I promise not to bother you for another second.” Aaron’s gaze swept over her body, his eyes cold as he assessed merchandise. He spoke with indifference, “You want my help? Then at least, show me your sincerity, shouldn’t you?” Zoe understood what he wanted. She slowly got out of bed, walked over, and knelt before him. Her slender, pale fingertips delicately touched the edge of his towel.