Final Offer Novels & Stories

It was the number I had been working toward in small increments for the past eight months while watching it stay just far enough out of reach to be demoralising. I must have made a sound. I didn't mean to make a sound, but something escaped — a small sharp intake of breath, involuntary, barely anything — and Fletcher's eyes moved to my face and something in his expression shifted. I realised, a half second too late, that he had read it wrong. "Five times," he said. I stared at him. "Five times your current salary," he repeated, in the same tone he used to revise a number in a business negotiation, completely level, completely certain. "That's my final offer."

"The offer is generous. 70 million dollars is a lot of money.” "Don't let our problems get in the way of your judgment." Lacy said. Finn quickly understood what Lacy meant and sneered. Remi shook her head as if she were sorry and threw the papers back. "Too late." Lacy’s face changed quickly. "What do you mean?" Finn’s mood improved when he thought she was accepting the Garvey Group's offer. "Remi, you won't regret picking us." Finn said, smiling. Lacy’s face showed that he understood. "Stupid," he said, looking at Remi with a look of disgust. "My offer is far better than Garvey Group's. Don't bother; just declare Game Fest bankrupt right away.”

What would happen to the company—his father’s legacy? Taking several deep breaths, he brought the phone back to his ear. “Fine. How long do I have?” “Now we’re understanding each other. You have the entire week and the weekend to think it over. Call me next Monday at this time and tell me what your very generous offer will be.” “And if I do—if you like the offer—what happens then?” “That’s simple. I get the money, and you get the USB drive. We both win.” “You keep the video on a USB?”

He cleared his throat before he started talking, "this contract is between you and Eros, no other person should know about it. After it expires both of you will divorce making it more realistic. He already offered to pay you a million dollars with other opportunities." "Other opportunities?" "Yes, like moving in with me, I'll take you shopping and doing all other things couples do." It was Eros who replied this time. "Okay," I nodded in understanding. "What about Public display? Do I also have to do that?" I asked nervous. The thought of kissing my boss, well soon to be fake husband, making me nervous. "It depends on the situation you guys find yourselves in." Kelvin said looking directly at

he holds his right hand up and presses his right palm to emphasize the word. “…desperately searching for an opportunity to.” When he drops his hands by his sides, his smile grows wider. “You have 12 hours to consider my offer. I hope I see you at home this evening.” He looks away from me to the file on my desk, then back at me. I’m still unable to speak. “Please, Sarah. Don’t test me.” Over my dead fucking body. But lord, how the hell did I get myself into this?

the tall man said at last. “Ten,” I repeated, my voice firmer this time. “Final offer.” Charles looked annoyed. His jaw tightened as he nodded his head. “Fine. Ten.” I nodded in relief. “Good. Then we’re done here.” I stood up. Jeremy walked beside me silently. Charles called out as I reached the door. “Let’s hope you’re as smart as you act, Valerie. This game isn’t easy.” I looked over my shoulder. “I know. That’s why I am here.”

Derrick leaned forward in his chair placing his hand on the table. "Mr. Bowden, this offer is only offered once. We have the upper hand here and we are extended to you. We won't offer it again. Sink and drown or take the hand. It's your choice!" "How long do we have to decide?" "Two days. Forty-eight hours, Mr. Bowden. Then, we withdraw our offer," Tyler stated returning to his seat.

He didn’t seem threatened, but I knew I would have a lot of explaining to do when I returned. “Okay, sorry,” I said into the phone. “I was, um, in the shower when you called.” “Well, as you know from yesterday, I’m super impressed with your skills and qualifications,” she said, getting right down to it. “This is more of a formality, but I want to give you a final offer for the open position.”

he said finally, and I had genuinely braced for more resistance than that, so the relative concession caught me off guard. "Eleven," I said, while I still had the nerve. "Ten," he said, in a tone that did not invite further negotiation. "Otherwise, the offer is gone." I held out for exactly one second before nodding. "Ten. Fine." "Good girl." He was already leaning back toward me when the office door swung open, and I nearly left my skin entirely. We hadn't locked the door.

I remembered what she had done to me that morning and I bristled with anger. I ignored her and sank into my chair instead. My desk felt like a safe zone, though I could feel Rosalie’s gaze on me. She didn’t speak, thankfully. I wasn’t sure I could handle her usual nastiness right now. Then the door to Dominic’s office opened suddenly and he stepped out, phone pressed to his ear. “Tell them the offer is final. If they don’t want the property, we’ll move on to someone who does. I don’t have time for this back-and-forth.” He stopped short when he saw me.