Deal Maker Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I sighed. "Adrian." The name felt strange on my tongue. "Why is this company so important to you?" He hesitated, slightly. His gaze shifted away from me for a brief moment before returning. "Well," he said slowly, "since you’re the one I’m making the deal with… I suppose I should tell you." I raised an eyebrow. He leaned forward a little. "Harrington’s chain fills a market gap I’ve been watching for months." I frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

Then I said to my designated driver, "Mikayla, there's a car-mart up ahead. You'll see the sign on the left. Take us there." Charlotte stayed on best behavior as we got out of the car and strode into the dealership building. The sight of the variety of cars lights up her like a bulb. With her getting her dream car today, nothing could be a buzzkill for her mood. Mikayla remained in the car, waiting for us at the customer parking out front. A stoutly elderly gentleman greets us, "Hello, Alpha," he smiles and puts his hand out for a shake. I did not accept it and so he continued, "I'm Bruce. How can I help you, today?"

He cleaned his throat before saying " You are not getting it Jeevika. We made a deal between us. The deal not only includes I fucking you but also you staying in my house. And on a serious note, I don't like any sort of changes after the deal is sealed, especially from the second party! " " Ohh! You treat me nice and well all because I'm a second party in the deal. I thought we were more than just deal partners. Thank you for clearing up my misunderstanding. I'll keep my status in my mind before expecting something sincere from you, after all, I'm just a deal here " I cried silently while stating my thoughts.

The next day, she visited an antique dealer. “Hello, I’d like to meet with your boss to discuss business,” Vanessa said, handing over her card. “Please wait while I check,” the receptionist said, making a quick call. After a moment, she gestured for Vanessa to follow. Vanessa soon found herself in the dealer’s office, facing an elderly gentleman with a traditional air. “Ah, so you’re the famous Miss Saxon,” he greeted, giving her a brief but knowing glance. Vanessa blinked. How does he know me?

“I don’t think I can trust just any random car dealership. What if they sell a problematic vehicle and it starts giving Lindsey trouble after a few useage? I need a trusted seller” Damon nods in understanding the says, “We could contact Mario” Mario. Mario is our family’s car dealer based in New York. He is the best option although he is halfway across the country but I consider giving the idea a try. I dial his contact and he answers, “Roman Masters. It’s been a while, Rio. How have you been?” I chuckle at his nickname for me. “Mario, bro. It’s been good. How is busines?” I ask him although I know business has been more than great for him.

Nicholas shook his hand firmly, masking his surprise with admiration. “Who doesn’t know you, Mr. Kim?” Nicholas said with a polite smile. “You’re such a successful businessman. Your company isn’t only famous in Korea but in many countries… I can’t believe you’re interested in investing in my company.” Zayren gave a small nod, his posture relaxed yet controlled, his eyes calm but observant. “Then it’s a good thing that you know me,” he replied evenly. “Shall we proceed with the contract?” Nicholas nodded. “The contract and all the documents are ready. My assistant will come and explain all the terms and conditions.”

- You always watch scary shows, and I never tell you anything- Portia challenged. -Scary? - Luna asked. - Criminal cases. -James answered seriously as he watched the movies. -Oh, good. -Well, do you choose that one? - he asked looking at his daughter. She nodded. Rose appeared through a doorway carrying a large pot of popcorn, set it on the small table in the living room, and then hurried out. Within seconds, she returned. -You like lemon soda, don't you? - James asked, looking at Luna. -Oh yes, of course. - she smiled. James didn't smile back. He just looked back to where he was before.

Get a grip, will you, Kelly? “Killian, I’m a lawyer. I argue for a living. I went to the dealer knowing it was a limited production. I did my research, and the salesman tried to take me for a ride. I told him I knew there was a black one left in the Beverly Hills’ showroom. I was willing to pay all shipping costs, and full payment for the car. He kept going back and forth to his manager with lame excuses when I demanded to speak to him personally. I read the disclosure to him that where a car remains in another showroom, the dealer has full rights to sell that car to a customer provided all payments are received upfront. Basically, he didn’t think I was good for the money.”

Sierra stood straighter, not backing down. “Miss Brightly, my son is a well sought after doctor, surely you understand my protectiveness.” She smiled sarcastically and Sierra’s jaw ticked. “Make no mistake, your son is not a commodity I wish to acquire.” Sierra steeled and threw back the amber liquid in her glass, but before she could leave she locked eyes with the older woman again “Oh and Mrs. Leek, it’s Doctor Sierra Brightly.” with those parting words she turned and walked straight out of the hall, party be damned.

"You claimed Ella vandalized your things with this marker, correct?" Amelia gave a tense, jerky nod eyeing the marker in Damien's hands warily. "This is a very specialized calligraphy marker," Damien continued, holding up the marker. "Not something you would typically have on hand, right Ella?" I shook my head, watching him closely. "In fact," Damien went on, "I doubt any random student here would have access to a niche marker like this. It seems more likely it could belong to an art teacher or someone who actively practices calligraphy."