Bargainer Series Novels & Stories

"I can handle my problems." The bartender, who had been watching the exchange with interest, decided to intervene. "Hey, guys, why don't I get you another round?" she suggested, her voice friendly and neutral. James nodded, holding up his glass. "Yeah, sure. Another whiskey, please." Steve hesitated, “No need to worry; we've had more than enough, and we are very much okay for the night.”

“Oh, he didn’t even say what happened and just that I offended him” “No no no no Stacy please don’t leave, I’ll pay you your Salary please don’t go, it’s just that, that greasy old man is the biggest investor here, so I felt obliged to do his bidding”. “Sir I will not engage in such act with a man almost as old as my grandfather before he passed on”. “Stacy please do it for the bar?” He asked almost begging. “The bar?!, I don’t even own this bar, why exactly will I gain, even if I owned the bar, I wouldn’t sleep around to keep its business flowing”.

Make the ex a lure so that his cooperation can go according to plan. [Do your best performance!] After sending a short message to the secretary, Barra confirmed his sitting position. Serena reviewed his smile when the GM was about to leave the room for a moment. In the heart there is a feeling of inadmissibility, but how else? It doesn't look like it's going to make a dent until it does. Unbeknownst to Serena and the prospective investor, Barra was observing them from a distance. See how the savage gaze of the predator when treated to a beautiful fairy in the guise of a secretary. The two of them even laughed at each other, not knowing what to talk about.

A look of surprise appeared on Moira's face, but then, she said disdainfully, "So what? He's just a driver-turned-bodyguard. We have tons of bodyguards at home. It doesn't matter if he earns thousands of dollars a month. He still can't afford to buy such a costly beauty salon." Cheryl didn't want to expose Jack's past. It would feel as if she was showing off. However, she said, "Haha, do you think it only costs thousands of dollars to hire a fighter who has been the winner in BattleCage Warriors for consecutive years? You're clueless!" "BattleCage Warriors?" Moira wasn't interested in things like these, so she didn't know what that was. Cheryl didn't bother to explain it to her either. "If y

Arlys is a model and TV host, she shouldn't have any business with Aldo. I lead them both into my office and just as I expected, Aldo is hardheaded through the negotiation process. He insists on a ridiculous price and refuses to compromise. Frustrated, I ask him to get out as I am no longer interested in buying, but Arlys calms us both down and asks me to give her a few min with Aldo. They both step out of my office, and by the time they come back in, Also are grudgingly agreeable.

Adem said. “It won’t matter. He’ll just contact me another way.” “Then I’ll make sure he loses the opportunity.” I turned toward him sharply. “What does that mean?” Something unreadable flickered across his expression. “It means men like Berat rely on access. Remove access consistently enough, and eventually they lose confidence.” “You talk about people like business problems.” His mouth curved faintly, though there was little humor in it. “Everything becomes easier to solve once you understand the motivation behind it.”

At least he was honest about holding something back. “So I helped you too,” I said. “Yes,” he answered simply. “You did.” That truth settled between us in a strange way. Until then, I had only seen myself as the desperate one, the woman who had begged for rescue with nothing to offer in return. But Xavier had needed something too. The bargain had not been one-sided after all. After a moment, Xavier rose from his chair. “I have a meeting in a few minutes.” I nodded. He took a step, then stopped and looked back at me. “You should eat more today.”

'' I said. ''Fine.'' Her jaw tightened. I continued, ''And the eight months, not a day more. At the end of it, debt is settled, contract dissolves and you walk away.'' She looked at me steadily, ''Eight months.'' ''Eight months.'' I repeated. This was a transaction and nothing else. ''Agreed.'' She said simply. I picked up my phone. ''then we have an arrangement. Welcome to Cross Estates, Miss Nightshade.'' She didn't smile, didn't reply, didn't thank me.

“Three months from now and we can adjust to this price” “No,” he shook his head “this is a head start for you because if you don’t have the money by tomorrow, I will sell it to the next client who wants to buy it at a tasty price” he licked his lips and laughed sarcastically. “You are doing me no good, leaving the shop for you, you are poor, your mum was till her death and we are living. I got to make money and money I will make” he shrugged then crossed his legs on top of his table. I suddenly felt the need to leave and head home so I can cry my eyes out. He’s being unfair to me but I don’t have that strength to fight him or argue.

The sudden realization that my plan was crashing, and the walls of my mission was crumbling, dug deep into my soul, rekindling my quest for vengeance. I hesitated, letting my hammering heart steady a bit, then said, "They didn't try enough then. I mean what's so difficult in convincing a company to sign a beneficial deal, all they freaking had to do was give them fake promises, lure them in with benefits.... even if they are not there." The line was quiet for a while, and the lingering silence seemed to cut deep into my flesh. "You should get them to sign the damn agreement, no matter what it takes," I declared, my voice dripping with seriousness.