Bargainer Series Novels & Stories

"We'd like ten minutes." Benjamin blinked in surprise and said, "Madame Gagnon, we still have several key indemnities to negotiate—" Get out of the room, Benjamin, everyone. The attorneys exchanged hesitating glances. Benjamin paused a moment longer than the others and then gave a sharp nod. He picked up his leather folder, indicated to his junior associates, and took them out of the boardroom. The doors clicked shut after them. Sebastian stayed where he was and looked at Marie with cold suspicion. "If this is yet another attempt to arrive at a quiet settlement—"

"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.

Being one of the most sought after bachelors amongst his billionaire peers, Arsin Guilerme was at loss being ignored by a mere woman. For the last 25 years that he knew the woman, he was determined to make her kneel, begging for him, dancing at the palm of his hands. And so when he discovered her secret, as ruthless as he could be, he used it against her and in one snap, his supposed battle for dominance and victory became a chase for lust and slowly turning into love.

' 'Goal: Negotiate. 'Goal: Negotiate... Negotiate...' With this in mind, she returned the smile, bringing out the businesswoman in her. The unplanned meeting this time had turned into something akin to a business deal. If her wishes could be coveted by someone four freakin' levels higher than her, this bargaining chip was too precious to be exchanged with mere pieces of information. Bathory was cheating her since she could learn all of these from the system sooner or later! A qualified businesswoman would never settle for a loss!

Then: “Survival doesn’t expire in one year.” That landed heavier than I expected. He tapped the table once. A small sound. Still enough to make me focus. “You want separation,” he said. “Distance. Control of assets. An exit timeline.” I didn’t correct him. Because that was exactly what I wanted. At least… what I thought I wanted. Then he said something that changed the shape of the room. “You don’t understand what you’re negotiating with.” My spine tightened. “I understand enough.” A faint look passed over him.

“Just go. Be careful.” After Caleb vanished, Aaron was left alone to settle the bill. “That’ll be a hundred and fifty-two dollars,” the store owner said with a friendly smile. Aaron pulled a black card from his wallet. “Card.” The owner gave him a sheepish look and shook his head. “Sorry, son. Small town business. We’re cash only.” Aaron froze, looking down at his wallet. Using cards was second nature; he almost never carried significant cash. He rifled through the hidden compartments of his wallet and turned out his pockets, but all he could scrape together was about twenty bucks.

Damian ran his hand down his dress, adjusting it , his tightened face still locked on the guard who stepped aside for him to get in. Immediately Damian stepped his feet into the room, he leaned in, pointing a stiff finger at Mark, “You bastard, how dare you turn…” his finger pointed back at his chest, “My investors against me. Huh?" His chest heaved in the quest to calm his raging heart, throbbing with pain.

As I came out, I stared at me wondering how earth I was going to convince him to go against his boss' words. “Listen,” I stood closer to him. “I'm going to tell you something real quick, hopefully you cooperate.” “Oh what do we have here?” He raised his hands in mock surrender, nooding his head. I didn't understand. Why was he acting like that? I looked at him like he had grown two horns on his head. “Sorry ma'am,” he half smiled. “You may go on.” “Good,” I replied. “I don't want you to go in with me and Stefano can't also know of this.”

He went through them one by one, apologizing every time. Late into the night, Calvin was finally done. I came across his birthday post—the one that showed him cheating. There he was, dressed like a college guy in cheap clothes, with a cheap watch, kissing a pretty girl. I had hit like on the post from a different account and left a comment. [Perfect for each other.] Then, I asked Calvin, "Why didn't I know how much you like bargains?" Calvin was too scared to say anything. I smiled sadly. "You're such a good actor, so patient. Now I can't tell if you really want us back together or are just putting up with me for the company."