Romans & histoires My Property Isn't Normal

My voice was loud. Meanwhile, Norman nearly jumped out of his skin. “I'm sorry boss, we need to investigate her. Because I don't know much about her. She was actually using the company's properties, from her apartment and even to the car she drove, so I didn't know where she had moved to recently. But I will find out, boss. Trust me!” “What has all that explanation got to do with me? Find her! Get the hell out of my office,” my expression was thunderous and vibrating.

I arched a confused brow, ignoring my racing heart. “You are not doing all of this to impress me or tie me down to you, right?” Shawn shook his head. “That would be fruitless. You don’t seem like someone that could be easily impressed or swayed away by material items.” “Why?” I asked since that was the only question that was going through my mind. Shawn shrugged. “It’s just properties.” “Properties???? There’s more than one?” “How’s that even possible when I didn’t consent to anything.”

Matteo’s voice called out, low but urgent, “Boss! I just reviewed the feed again—there’s at least six men on the property. Maybe more.” “Armed?” I asked without turning. “Yes. Light weapons, handguns mostly, but they’re carrying backpacks—likely more explosives.” “Get everyone on alert. Shut down the estate. No one comes in or out,” I said. He nodded, and I turned sharply into the security room. The lights glared down on a sea of monitors. My men were scrambling already—footage of the perimeter was flashing across every screen. And in the center of it all was that one camera feed… Hayden, still with a gun at his head.

Then I won't have to worry about all that time left here to waste away. "Well, that is an option. Our company does offer a program in which we go between the owner and renter and manage the property on your behalf for a percentage. However, since you are a special case and well out of our normal area, we wouldn't be able to consider it. The cost of keeping up with a property so far out of our area would not be worth it." "I have to leave as soon as possible, and I can't leave until this house is taken care of."

“What do you mean?” “I mean…” She hesitated. “I always assumed you were working at your father’s company.” His expression shifted—not dramatically. Just enough. “I don’t,” he said calmly. She blinked. “You don’t?” “No.” “Then… where?” “I own a pool house,” he replied simply. “Private property. Events. Rentals. Investments.” Gabriella stared at him for a moment. “You own it?” He nodded once. She hadn’t expected that. In her mind, Norman had always been tied to his father’s name. His father’s legacy. The large company everyone in their circle knew about.

I set the glass down and leaned against the desk, folding my arms. “You think this is that simple? You think we just dip into my dead wife's accounts and—what—throw money at the problem and it goes away?” She frowned. “Why not?” I huffed out a laugh. “Because, Amethyst… that’s not how property law works! Especially not when the owner is supposed to be dead under suspicious circumstances. Every coin tied to her name is already a potential red flag. You can't use it for something off the books. Do I need to explain further or you're slightly less dumb enough to fucking understand!

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

The property that these same bits of bratva may have broken into last night. Rei nodded, his thoughts focused on the task at hand. “Looks like the property is just over two acres. Our best bet is to go through their neighbor’s property. There is a steep grade for the illusion of their infinity pool. The front and back of the house is all fucking windows, but if we stay below the downgrade, we probably won’t be seen.”

She said in an unfriendly way. “I don’t know your usual so can you spell it out?” I asked, wondering if she was dumb. “ You haven’t seen me before so you should know I’m new without me saying it.” “ Are you speaking to me in that manner?” she asked in disbelief. “ Who are you to speak like that to me? Do you even know who I am?” “ Well I’m someone who respects those who respect me and you’re the heiress of Putin Global, so what,” I replied. “ So tell me your usual and I’ll be out of your presence, princess.”

I stood back finally at a reasonable distance as he raised his head to look at me. "why are you back?", he asked me calmly as he was a distant relative. "this is my house", I answered him accepting the facts that the property is already assigned to me now. He chuckled at my response and looked coldly at me again, "the property is just assigned dear, don't you know paper works take time?", Alan said. My eyes widened. It was true. I dont have property papers in my hand either. I have property papers of basically nothing, not even the studio. What should I do now? Should I run off now or that would probably teh worst late decision I will take.