Bargainer Series Novels & Stories

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.

“Then take our offer.” The Harbingers’ Bargain The Other Anita seemed beside me. “You can leave. But now it is no longer for free.” I narrowed my eyes. “What’s the price?” She smiled. “Let one folks out with you.” I froze. The Harbingers watched. Waiting. I exhaled sharply. And whispered, “…Deal.”

“Because I know you, Carina. And because you suck at negotiating. Like, seriously, you’re the worst.” I rolled my eyes. “I am not that bad.” Lisa burst out laughing. “Oh, you are. You’d probably offer up your car and your dignity just to get on someone’s good side.” I groaned. “Okay, okay. Maybe I’m not the best at it.” Lisa wiped fake tears from her eyes. “Not the best? Girl, you’d walk into a room trying to bargain and leave with less than you came in with.” I sighed, slumping back against the seat. “Fine. Whatever. But I wasn’t gonna make any deals. I was just… checking things out.”

"Not yet. Not until we're settled in Ravenwood." "Charles, what have you done?" Mother's voice carried a note of desperation I'd never heard from her before. "What kind of bargain did you make?" "The only kind I could," Father replied. "The kind that keeps us alive." Alive. Not comfortable, not secure—alive. As if our very survival had been in question. "And Catherine?" Mother asked. "What does this mean for Catherine?" The silence that followed was answer enough. Whatever Father had promised, whatever bargain he'd struck, it centered on me. I was the currency he'd used to purchase our temporary salvation.

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.”

'' The room grew quiet and from the corner of my eyes, I saw Dominic raise his brows. I tilted my head slightly. ''Your own terms?'' ''Yes.'' She sated simply. She reached into the bag without hesitation, drew out a piece of paper and leaned forward, pushing it to the edge of my desk. ''Á marriage contract.'' She said. ''With my rules. I refuse to become a bargain for a debt. If you agree to the terms, I stay for eight months and pay up every single coin he owed you and if you refuse..'' she paused, looking into my eyes more intently.

But this feature made him only more powerful in my eyes. “Alright, you want to make a deal? I can make a deal with you. I will give your father a full year to pay of his debt to me… Meanwhile you are to stay here as my pet, my toy to play with when I am bored. I have a busy life and I would like someone to entertain me and release me from tiresome stress. There will conditions of course to this deal, you so desperately wanted may I add. If your father screws up in any way he is killed and you are to stay here indefinitely and if you screw up your father gets killed and you are to stay here indefinitely as well. Both ways you have the same outcome, it just depends on who can’t hold up their p

“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.