Built To Sell の小説・ストーリー

The door was big enough to drive a truck through, she thought, as they entered. “This home is only three years old and was built to entertain. The man and his wife had it custom built but he has to go back overseas for a few years and they decided to go ahead and sell because he’s not sure where they will be when they come back. I know his wife is saddened to leave this spectacular home,” the agent began.

This building was four stories high and looked magnificent. Many beautiful women in different costumes stood at the door to attract customers. Their figures were excellent, and they looked at everyone with charm and seduction. “Do you want to come in and take a look, sir? We just received some excellent products!” “Our good quality and affordable prices are guaranteed to satisfy you!” “Don’t miss the good deals!” Philip was interested in their slogans. He wanted to take a look to see what they sold inside.

I need to decide whether to sell it or rebuild, but I’m leaning more towards rebuilding. I don’t want the first place I felt at home to be left as a bad memory. I want to start anew and build a life together with Adrian, Hailey and this new baby, in a space that was built by us from the ground up. I just haven't decided if I'm fully ready yet. “So, where are we going?” I asked when I noticed we were heading in the opposite direction of Taco Bell. “Somewhere special,” he smirks at me, reaching over and caressing my knee.

The room went silent, absorbing every word. “This project will cost us billions, I know,” I continued. “But it’s worth every cent. It’s built to help people in their daily life. It will make things easier, faster, safer. The profits won’t come fast at first, but they will come slowly, steadily. And when the system becomes popular, it could explode in value. That i can promise.” I pointed to the screen. “We are not just selling a product. We are building the future.” The room went silent.

I gave her a call and I told her that I wanted to buy the entire building, I made an offer, an insane offer and the owner of the building sold it to me. Like many other businesses he invested everything he had into buying the business, the restaurant is also part of the building, he is selling it because he couldn't keep up with it, he needed some money. At first he refused to sell his building to me but if you know me then you will know that I don't take no for an answer, so I made it my mission to find out why he needed the quick cash. I found out that his wife was sick and that the medical expenses where up to his neck, to top it off his wife was not responding to the treatment.

“The project adopts the small profits and quick returns strategy, so I won’t lose money.” “In that case, why do you want to sell your cars?” “During the renovation of the Empyrean Tower, we need to make advance payments and maintain sufficient working capital in our accounts. I also intend to expand the studio’s size, so I’m selling a few cars to generate some funds.” She could always repurchase the cars she sold, but the opportunities she missed would be lost forever! Within a month, the studio had to secure a spot within the top ten rankings to get a chance to obtain the Seadale Museum project.

She looked at her mother in anticipation; “H-he offered to establish a business for your dad, open a bigger restaurant for me, and take care of you and your sister’s education.” “He wants something in return, I s’pose?” Sandra slowly nodded her head and looked down at her fidgeted hands and then back to Janette. Janette's eyes immediately glistened. There was no no for further explanation. Her parents sold her out like a commodity because they’re poor.

Simmons was going through the record book. "Have we had any customers?" Ms. Simmons asked as Maisse put her coffee on the table next to her glasses. "No m'aam. No customers." Maisse replied. "Okay, go make yourself busy. The sales have been low. Do something about it or I will have no choice but sack you." Ms. Simmons threatened. "Yes ma'am." Maisse left. How was it her fault that the sales were low? She only sold what was on the shelves. Ms. Simmons had refused to stock citing that she was waiting for the thanksgiving holidays which was a month away.

Samantha could not deny that she was mesmerized by the grandeur of the Kane mansion and for moment it distracted her from her current misery. Her house was nothing compared to the architectural beauty before her. The men led her inside the house, one held her firmly with his grip so tight that she thought it might leave a bruise while the others carried her possessions. Her heart raced they passed the dim lit hall, the portraits on the wall held weird art works that she felt dated back to the 19th century.

The blonde one in the front looked at Lana and sneered. "She looks fragile, Duran. Are you sure she can handle the breeding process? The elders want a pureblood heir. She looks like she would snap in half." Lana felt all the blood drain from her face. "Breeding?" Ansel laughed. It was a vicious sound. "Did they forget to mention that part in the divorce settlement? You are here to be a fake Luna. You will smile for the cameras, pretend our pack is stable, and give Duran an heir. That is your only purpose."