System Sell Novels & Stories

He said and hung up the phone. Alexander thinks that he is the only one who has tricks but I have a few tricks of my own, I know that he is not going to see this coming which is exactly what I want. I want him to wake up one morning and find out that I am gone, that he can't find me. Then I spent the next few days getting my affairs in order. I started with my money, I made it available for me. Then I called Isabella and sold her my part of the business.

I wasn't sure why I needed to be careful, considering he was going to be leaving me alone with this guy for hours on end, but I decided to listen to him regardless. "Schedule…" Drystan moved toward a workstation located in the middle of the store. "…is always kept on the computer. And we do all our sales through Square, so we don't really have a typical cash register. Are you familiar with it?" Technology. Yes. I was the one who was supposed to be teaching them — at least at one point. I nodded.

The moment he answered, Martin roared before Florin could even speak. "Florin, what the hell are you doing? Why is your system sending out alerts? How can your company be this incompetent?" Florin glanced at the repair progress and replied, "Mr. Vassell, please don't worry. It'll be fixed in just a moment." But Martin wasn't finished. "Florin, the Fourth of July Sale is almost here. If your system goes down at a time like this, I'll make sure your company pays for every bit of the damage!"

The call ended. A big satisfied grin spread across my lips as I dropped the telephone back to its cradle. I stared at the mountain of documents before me. These were the documents for all of Sayge's companies in and out of the country. I would start selling them off one after the other. It was better than trying to head Grymtel as CEO. No, Sayge was smart. That could go south for me. Selling was the best, and holy cow! I knew how much I'd get by selling the entire Grymtel chain.

The entire system was on the brink of collapse. "Since the system is only a supporting tool, you could always switch to manual pushes." The boomerang he once threw came back and struck him squarely. He stammered, unable to form a complete sentence. I hung up and went straight to my bath. I was genuinely curious. Once the system crashed completely, how many orders could the company's star sales division secure on its own? After a full day on the train, fatigue washed over me. After my long, hot bath, I dried my hair and fell asleep immediately.

I will be the shadow over your peace. - I will buy the company from all its partners – I communicate, low and slow – I will make agreements with all its employees. I will surround you, and your only option will be to sell everything you have – he buttoned my jacket, preparing for my final remarks – And I will buy. I will annihilate your family name from this town. And that's not a threat, that's a plan. I'm more than willing to follow his every step, in case we don't understand each other - I move closer, making sure he doesn't lose my boundaries again - So I have to ask, do you understand me?

He fishes out a handkerchief from the pocket of his too small suit jacket to dry himself. “I could take your bodies. Your wife’s and yours. Organs sell for quite a lot these days. You are pretty healthy, right?” The whimper that escapes both their mouths and the fear in their face brings a smile to my lips. “Or perhaps you would be willing to give me your daughter?” “Please, no. Not Marissa. She is still young and she’s innocent. She shouldn’t have to die.” “Who said anything about her dying? A beauty like her is more valuable alive.” Now they’re shaking in their chairs and my smile grows even larger. “So what do you say, Mr. Mason? Do we have a deal?”

Wynn punched him playfully. “No,” Deacon laughed. “I will die for you, bro, no matter how hard you try to make me an enemy,” Wynn assured him. “I know,” Deacon said, as they followed the salesman to his office. “Damn, our systems are offline,” the salesman said, bumped that he will be losing the sale. “No worries. You get everything ready and we will see you Monday?” Wynn put his mind at ease. “Thank you for understanding,” the salesman smiled.