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"He could have just said a friend without having to call my name." "Why don't you want me to know beside I checked your name on the system and didn't find you on the list." "I bought it in another name. I didn't want rumours flying about the office." "Oh, thanks for looking out for me and patronising me." "Do not mention. Speaking of offices, how's everything going?" "Fine. We've had massive sales especially with bloom. There was a single preorder of eighty bottles of Bloom." "Wow, that's huge. It's worth it though."

I turned my attention back to the old lady seated behind the counter. She chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh, no, child. Nothing like that." She pushed herself up from the counter with deliberate slowness, as if savoring the moment. "You know, we ordered two hundred copies two days ago. By yesterday evening, we’d sold one hundred and ninety-nine." My heart pounded. That meant—

Today, she decided to go back and finish reading the book. However, she couldn't find the book after searching the store twice. She asked the store manager who replied, "Oh, that book? It was sold yesterday." Miranda said in surprise, "What? Wasn't it a part of the owner's private collection and not for sale?" The manager nodded. "It was, but the person who came yesterday was a close friend of the owner. Apparently, they had been through life and death together, so the owner personally told me to sell the book to him. I'm sorry about that."

“Don’t look at me. I’m just here for the show. I don’t have any shares anymore.” Her words were a fuse. And she had just lit the match. Quill’s face turned pale. “What… What did you say? You had 5%! You—you can’t have sold them!” Cynthia smirked. “Oops. Forgot to mention—I sold them when the stock started tanking. Didn’t think they’d be worth much longer. Got a good price, though.” “Sold them?!” Quill’s voice cracked. “And I wasn’t the only one,” she added casually. “Ask Spencer. He sold his too.”

London Static buzzed in my ear at her words. March Madness had what? “I d-don’t understand. What are you talking about?” I stammered. March Madness was my singular published book, and it was a raging failure. Only about ten copies of it had been bought since it’s release two years ago. The horrible sales had made me depressed for the longest time, and my editor had also cut off ties with me afterwards. And now, she was telling me that it had sold out? I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it.

I ask. He sighs. "I just gave them out. I was tired of seeing them around..." "Bullshit! You love paintings! Where the hell are the paintings?" Trent runs his fingers through his hair and suppresses a tight-lipped smile. "I sold all of them," he admits. "I sold all of them to get ten million!" *******

About a few minutes after I arrived, Alfred showed up, looking all curious. “What's the news, man?” He asked as he settled into a seat. I wanted to engage him in a guessing game but I discarded the idea because I couldn't stomach my excitement anymore. “We sold out!” I announced. "All the five furnished properties." Alfred's eyes widened. “Goodness!” He screamed . I got hold of the drink and took a few sips. “I give you the credits for this great turning point,” I admitted. “Thank you for being the master planner of it all, Alfred.”

I felt that the stock market was not very good recently, and it was time to cut off. Therefore, I sold the stock at the current price, and then I called Audrey. "Why are you calling me during work time? Are you bored? Do you want to chat with me?" After She answered the phone, I heard her clear voice. "Audrey, I'm serious. I just sold all my stocks. I feel that the stock market is not very good recently. Sell yours when you can." I said seriously, not as teasing as usual. Hearing this, she couldn't help but say, "Tessa, are you stupid? Now that the stocks look good, you've sold them all!"

She shook her head so Anna placed it back on the rack. "Try this." Bea gave her another flavour. "Excuse me, ma'am. You may want to avail this product. It is actually on sale today for up to fifty percent. And also a buy one takes one. The smell is not that strong but is perfect for your man. He will surely love it" A saleslady intervened. "Fifty-percent sale? Really?" Anna asked in amazement. The saleslady nodded. "Yes, ma'am. In fact, this is our last stock."

In the end, i ended up mentioning the day he visited me and the fact that I punched him. April listened to me attentively and sighed when I finished. "Wow, he's really coming for us, huu? What I don't get is why people are selling their shares to him. How much could he be offering them?" "He sold the cotton far for a lot of money. He can afford it." April shook her head before she stood up while opening her purple back pack. She took out some papers and put them in front of me, on top of the papers I'd already laid out.