Built To Sell Novels & Stories

We pulled into a small cafe, but James wouldn’t let me get out, just took my order and was back within five minutes. “That was really fast, do you know the owner or someone who works here?” He just winked at me conspiratorially in the rearview mirror. When we pulled up to the building, it was beautiful. Clearly a refurbished downtown building. There was a courtyard in the front of the old red brick building with lots of trees, plants and places to sit in the nice weather. All of the windows had been modernized and were huge, going floor to ceiling. I could hear seagulls, possibly meaning there was a waterfront nearby. James walked me in, his phone was in hand, probably telling Reece and

Valerie Auction? My brain went blank for a second. Then I realized what that meant. I was the one who’s going to be auctioned tonight. As a sex slave. How’s that possible? Slaves had been discussing it the whole day yesterday. They said it was going to be a special one. But I had never paid attention to that. The first time Ava talked about auctions, she told me they were looking for girls with flawless beauty, which obviously excluded me for my peculiar birth mark on lower belly.

“Commercial spaces.” “Prime locations.” She crossed her arms. “And getting them for ridiculously low prices.” Jason watched her quietly. “I used most of my time and skills for that.” She gave a small shrug. “Data analysis.” “Market predictions.” “Corporate pressure points.” She glanced back at him. “You’d be surprised how easy it is to convince someone to sell a building when you know exactly which skeletons are hiding in their financial closet.” Jason couldn’t help the small smile that formed. “That sounds familiar.”

“Yes. I want to know more. Is it for private buyers only?” “Yes,” Titus said, his voice was serious but polite. “It’s being sold secretly. Cash preferred. We can set up a private tour with our agent tomorrow. Are you available?” Sylvania didn’t even think. “Yes. Absolutely. I’ll be there.” “Great,” Titus replied. “The agent will meet you at noon sharp. You’ll be given full access to inspect the property. If you’re serious, we’ll move fast.” “I am serious,” she said. “I think this building is exactly what I need.”

When the door closed, the air was thick with perfume and the scent of new leather. Aria hummed a tune, unboxing and photographing her purchases. "What is all this?" I asked, frowning. Aria jumped, her hand flying to her chest. "My God! Why didn't you make a sound?" Laughing, she pushed a shoebox toward me. "New stuff! Look, I finally get to have things like this." The sight of the lavish goods was blinding. "Where did you get the money? Our accounts are practically drained." Still fussing with her treasures, she replied, "The money Adrian wired—a hundred million. Plenty to spend."

he replied with determination in hope of getting a promotion or something. “Any?” Daniel’s eyes followed the motion of the oval-shaped paperweight as he spun it on the table. “Yes, sir,” Michael affirmed. “Very well. Now tell me Michael Can you sell your soul for millions?” Daniel pushed further. His eyes searching Michael’s. “Millions?” lips parted in shock. “How about I offer you ten million in exchange for something you have, Michael. Would you accept the trade?” Daniel asked calmly. His hands are still playing with the paperweight.