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Unable to bear his burning eyes, I tried to look around his office, but there were so many details around, and it made me overwhelmed. Feeling perched, I took a sip of water and finally spoke out, diving straight to the point, “Is your offer still open?” He raised a brow. “My offer?” “Yes. The one you made this morning.” Zane thought about it for three seconds, then nodded. I bit hard on my lips, racking my brain for other options, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. A helpless sigh escaped my lips. “Can I get the money before five days?” Zane was quiet for a moment; his eyes held mine before he sat back on the couch, and his shoulders dropped, almost in relief. “You're accepting.”

Because my older sister, Zara Gomez, dreamed of becoming a psychologist, I became her favorite test subject simply because I had been highly sensitive since birth. She said children should not be given too much security, so my parents missed every important moment in my life for years. She said people at their lowest should not be coddled, so when I was critically injured in a car accident, they turned around and went on vacation to Coral Isle. Only Aaron Shaw ever stood up to them. He would tell me gently, "Cry if you need to. I'm here." Then came the wedding by the beach. I waited and waited, but he never showed. Holding up the hem of my wedding dress, I searched the beach anxiou

“Make your offer firm and final. He hasn’t had any others and he won't. Nobody can afford to fix that place up. He won’t hold out much longer. Stand up to him and make him aware that you won’t be beaten down again.” “I’m not seventeen anymore,” he answered bitterly. “The offer I made was more than fair for the condition of the property and house. I offered more than he was asking in order to make a quick sale.” “I know that, and he was pleased when he received it. However, when he learned who was offering, he became angry. His pride got in the way of common sense. He’s not going to hold out much longer. He can’t. Just be forceful and strong.” Miriam took the book from him, signing the inside

“You flatter me, Killan. But it’s a pleasure.” Nikolai was already unpacking the documents, placing his tablet on the table. “Let’s go over the terms quickly, just to ensure there are no changes.” Levin waved a hand. “No changes. Your offer still stands as the best we’ve received.” I took a seat across from him, fingers interlaced as I leaned forward slightly. “Then let’s make this official.”

he says giving me the envelope with documents. When I opened the envelope, three documents with different trades are inside. "Did you accept the offer?" I asked while my eyes are on the documents. "Yes your Highness. Just like what you told me, I tripled the price of the amount he offered to me." I flipped the page and my eyebrows furrowed when I saw the three hundred gold bars and additional land renovation for the museum. What kind of offer is this? "Do you think it's fine?" he asked. I shook my head before putting the documents on the table.

That was asking for too much, and I knew it. I pulled out the manila envelope that had been sitting at the bottom of the junk drawer. It contained the documents of the final offer. I'd read it before. The numbers were in clear black and white. I just sat at the table and stared at the folder like it might bite. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was about to watch everything I built slip out of my fingers.

She says with a hint of sorrow in her voice. "Maybe," He grunted. "Bottom of the food chain. That’s what others call Omegas." She uttered in sorrow. Velmont did not respond; he took one of the books and helped her with the research. Minutes, hours, then almost half the day goes by, and still nothing. The duo finally called it a day when the clock reached ten in the evening. They started arranging the books back on the shelves when suddenly Gertrude noticed a book neatly stuffed at the back of the bookcase. She took it, "Book of Offerings 1321." She murmured. Velmont, on the other hand, continued arranging the books back.

Just the truth, written in a way anyone could understand. When the document reached twenty-two pages, I stopped. I read everything again. Then again. It felt right. It felt solid. It felt like something Dream would respect. I added a final paragraph at the end. This deal is important. These corrections ensure accuracy and preserve the integrity of the proposal. Please review at your earliest convenience. No signature. Only my name. Gloss.

His nervous smile betrayed his inexperience. “Mrs Rothschild?” “Yes,” I said, shaking his hand. “You must be David.” “Yes, ma’am. It’s an honour. Mr Oswald sends his regards and best wishes for your husband’s recovery.” “That’s kind of him.” He cleared his throat, clutching the folder in his hand. “I brought the draft proposal, the terms for the preference share offer, financial models, dividend breakdowns…” I almost smiled. He was exactly the type of man Ethan would send, cautious, polite, by-the-book.

I would be at the edge of my seat if I were sitting, that was how curious I'd been. “Yeah, okay,” he answered before tearing at the envelope and bringing out the neatly folded paper which he wasted no time on beginning to read. -To, Zane, 'I do not see a need for pleasantries, so I will go straight to the point. I did some thinking about your long-standing offer, and after much consideration, I have decided to accept the idea of an alliance. I hope it will bring good business between the both of us, and henceforth, I will be on the lookout for what might be a breach of my stated conditions, in which case I would not hesitate to call it off. If you are in agreement, I will be waiting for a re