Bill Cipher Making A Deal Novels & Stories

“Here is what we propose. Carmilla will marry Harrison. In return, we will provide the financial backing your company needs. The merger will proceed under new terms.” Carmilla swallowed hard. Her thoughts spun in protest, but outwardly she remained still. “I understand,” she said finally, the words tasting bitter in her mouth. “Good.” Margaret’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Our lawyers will prepare the documents. We’ll make the necessary announcements shortly.” Carmilla nodded numbly. Her fate had just been sealed behind closed doors, traded for survival. As they left the study, Harrison placed a light hand on her arm. She stiffened slightly, and he noticed.

"Here's the share transfer agreement. If you're willing to sign it without hesitation, I'll make sure this goes public, and the whole society will praise you for your deep love for your daughter. But if you refuse… Oh, I almost forgot. I brought the media with me today. They're downstairs. All it takes is one phone call, and they can…" Before she could finish, Bill rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. But he saw nothing except his own fear. He was livid, truly furious. This was it. He was finished. And to make matters worse, this little wretch had brought Dexter and Fiona today.

Life was returning to his eyes which at the beginning of the meeting were anything but lively. "Jesus Bill, I had no idea you had the business chops to work out such a deal!" the old man grinned. "Well, it's just the frame of a deal. Pending your approval and review of course!" Bill shrugged. Jacob looked like a man who'd been thrown a lifeline. He was nodding and looking at Bill in a new light.

She left the sitting room. Xavier's pov MYy eyes caught a peach gown. It was beautiful. I'd like to buy it. For Michelle. I paid for the gown and met Mike talking to one his fans asking for his signature. "So, you finally got a girlfriend. I thought you liked Diana." Mike began. "Diana? Even if she's the last person on earth, the last girl, I'm not going to date her not to talk of marrying." I spat. "You really hate Diana so much." He answered and I nodded.

I wondered He turns back to the cashier. I was motioned to the second cue. The lady checked my stuff and then calculated it. The next thing I know, she went back to the other side where the older lady of earlier was standing with her husband. She told them something and came back to her seat. I was confused about the whole drama. What are they whispering about? " how much is my bill!" I asked while I bring out my debit card from my purse. She smiled at me "It's in the house "

Danny was obviously complaining and he was appealing to her with his eyes that he needed justice. “Are you the ones who did it?” Vivian pretended to ask her husband, despite knowing they surely did. They must have rushed to find her as soon as possible. Someone tech-savvy must be among his cohorts. Billionaires almost always have those kinds of people (she read from novels at least). “Ah, yes,” her husband slowly nodded as if he was in trouble. He didn’t look like he regretted it in the least though. “Sorry for the trouble we caused. We can’t let people see us. We were supposed to fix it once we get out of here,” Albert quickly stood up and explained to Danny.

Sarah stared at the contract laid out before her on the polished mahogany desk. The sleek office of Brenton Lavida Tower felt cavernous, intimidating — a stark contrast to the small apartment she’d left behind. Every word in that document was a thread binding her tightly to Damon Draven, the enigmatic billionaire whose name filled headlines with scandal and whispers. “Are you sure about this?” Lucas’s voice was steady but carried an edge of concern as he slid the pen toward her. She swallowed, nerves and determination warred inside her. “I have to be.”

“Let’s make it a deal! If I am not able to spend more money than Richard Riley during the bidding, then I will go down and apologize to you and yours. But if I successfully spend more money than him, you and your so-called husband will go down on your knees and say SORRY to me!” “Is that an agreement?!”

“Do we have a deal?” “Ten million dollars. One million in cash. Four million to the account I will provide, and five million in bitcoin. I’ll call you when to meet, no cops, no extra heads. If I found out you’re bringing your buddies from Osmium, the deal is off. Take your lady friend with you.” “Why?” I stared at Olive, who was looking at me. “If you betray me, I’ll shoot her in the leg to slow you down.” Lynx mouthed. “Ask for proof.”

“Five grand isn’t small money.” “I have twenty-five hundred,” Lily continued. “You get the rest when the job is done.” “Deal or no deal?” Silence fell again. The air felt heavier. Then— “Fine,” the man answered. “Deal.” Megan, who had been silent throughout the entire exchange, let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Deal?” she echoed, relief slipping into her voice. “Yes. Deal,” the man confirmed. “Just make sure you keep your end of the bargain when the job is done.”