The Bargainer Novels & Stories

"Since the Second Caste didn't show any sincerity in wanting to negotiate, we won't be wasting our time anymore! This is over. We'll see who are the better ones next!" "Oh, are you threatening us?" Bart instantly chuckled coldly. "Oh, Xaviers. You made a mistake. Do you think we're here begging for money? I'll tell you what's happening right now. We were thinking of giving you a chance. Since you won't accept our condition and are prepared to fight with us until the end, then let's give this a go! "Don't forget that we managed to be where we are through a military coup! We'll see whether you can hire more assassins or the elites from the Second Caste are stronger!" And then, Bart made a thro

He finds my fight funny. "See? This is why I told you. You are still a pup." He chuckles whilst he speaks. "It is the only way that works." I chew my lip as I glare at him. "It is because you haven't tried other alternatives. Next time. When you wish to acquire something, you negotiate." He says. "Negotiate?" I question confused. "Yes. Bargain with them. If they let you acquire what you wish to give them something in return." He explains his eyes peering into mine watching me to see if I understand his words.

They weren’t sure why I was here, but I could see the gears turning in their heads. I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping against the polished wood of the table. “Let’s make this simple,” I began, my tone calm and confident. “I’m here to buy.” The chairman, a man in his late sixties with a neatly trimmed beard, raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Hollandale, our company isn’t for sale.” “Everything is for sale,” I said with a faint smirk. “It’s just a matter of price.” A younger board member, probably in his early thirties, leaned forward. “With all due respect, Mr. Hollandale, what exactly are you planning to do with our company? We’ve been doing well on our own.”

It was about five minutes after twelve and we still awaited the owner of the mall's arrival. "Who is the owner again?" I had skipped reading who he was and how he was like, as it was crucial when making negotiations to know who you are negotiating with. "Jake Belligram." Mr John responded and the name sounded so familiar. I instantly knew who it was as soon as Mr John said his name, he walked in with a beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties with long red hair. I scoffed in amusement when I realized it was the man who wanted to make me his mistress and bragging about his bankrupt mall.

'' The room grew quiet and from the corner of my eyes, I saw Dominic raise his brows. I tilted my head slightly. ''Your own terms?'' ''Yes.'' She sated simply. She reached into the bag without hesitation, drew out a piece of paper and leaned forward, pushing it to the edge of my desk. ''Á marriage contract.'' She said. ''With my rules. I refuse to become a bargain for a debt. If you agree to the terms, I stay for eight months and pay up every single coin he owed you and if you refuse..'' she paused, looking into my eyes more intently.

I was excited that I had finally cracked his arrogant façade. --- In the days that followed, our negotiations were intense. Anderson’s demands were steep, but I matched his dominance, showing him that I was no pushover. By the final day, the contract was nearly ready. But just as we prepared to sign, an unexpected complication arose—one that caused Anderson to abruptly withdraw from our agreement, piling on outrageous demands that had never been part of our discussions. The negotiations ended in an explosive argument, leaving me furious.

"What are you looking at?" The businessman quickly straightened up, looking surprised to see a girl standing there. Liam gave the man a quick, stern look, silently telling him to be quiet. Cass stepped out, her face hot from being caught spying, but she refused to back down. "Hey, who is that? Why does he treat you like you are his boss? And why did he call you 'Sir'?" Liam’s serious expression vanished in a flash, replaced by his usual lazy smile. He looked at her completely unbothered. "Huh? Don't you know? I am the king of the beggars. He's just one of my followers."

the one" just walk down the aisle towards some other man and not you, are you?" I thought about it, "no," I shook my head, "no, I won't," I chuckled, looking at Stanley as he held a big grin on his face, "the game isn't over yet-" "It hasn't even begun, if you ask me," Stanley shrugged as he walked towards me and tossed a cigarette my way, "it only begins the second you walk out of here, and you think of what you're going to do, to make sure that Zara Johnson is yours," Stanley completed as he held up a lighter to my cigarette that I had placed in between my lips.

The man seemed serious this time. Adriana gasped loudly… "My kids? Where are they?" She asked with an angered tone. The man on the other side kept laughing… "Tell me where are my kids?" "I will tell you the address and all you have to do is to come to the address, alone to meet me and take back your kids." The man stated. "This isn't that easy… What do you want?" Adriana knew that the man wasn't playing and he wouldn't leave her kids without bargaining anything.

Darya folded her arms and leaned back on two feet of her chair, balancing effortlessly, “why are you so pro-Masalis right now?” “I’m pro-Darya. I think he might be the man to let you peg him.” The chair came down with a thud, “what?” “He wants you bad and I think it’s a good bargaining chip. I mean as far as payback goes, taking his ass is worth millions.” Darya’s eyes were huge as she stared at her friend. “What has gotten into you, Mags?”