The Bargainer Novels & Stories

“Oh, he didn’t even say what happened and just that I offended him” “No no no no Stacy please don’t leave, I’ll pay you your Salary please don’t go, it’s just that, that greasy old man is the biggest investor here, so I felt obliged to do his bidding”. “Sir I will not engage in such act with a man almost as old as my grandfather before he passed on”. “Stacy please do it for the bar?” He asked almost begging. “The bar?!, I don’t even own this bar, why exactly will I gain, even if I owned the bar, I wouldn’t sleep around to keep its business flowing”.

She bargained. "I want all."

“Eight million dollars. Take it or leave it.” He scratched his head. “Why don’t you take it at nine million?” I scoffed. I had no interest in bargaining with him anymore. I had no interest in buying off his company anymore. He was trying to use me as a pawn. He wanted to get more offers because the more I showed interest in his lousy company, the more others would be interested, but if I dropped out of the competition, his company would be as good as dead. Well, except for the mastermind of this operation, Alexander.

It was almost noon when he found Alberto sitting with Blackwheel and admiring the wedding party that was going on around them. Barg moved close to them and greeted them. Alberto responded and asked him what he wanted. "I am looking for Alberto," Barg said. "Someone told me he can help with my condition." "Help you?" Alberto looked confused as he turned to Blackwheel and then back to Barg. "What is your name?" He asked. "My friends call me Barg," Barg replied. "I haven’t heard of that name before." Alberto tightened in on Barg's face and smiled. "But I wouldn’t mind seeing your face around again. How can I help you?"

the man insisted, his tone firm. ‘Nah! I don’t think so…’ In sale, there was something called bargaining power. The one with the higher bargaining power got to call the shots and determine the price. The sale usually benefited them the most. ‘If I play along with these questions, I'll be giving away what little leverage I have,’ Rey thought to himself, determined not to be taken advantage of. To maintain relevance and protect his interests, Rey needed to assert his importance and not succumb to pressure.

the man insisted, his tone firm. ‘Nah! I don’t think so…’ In sale, there was something called bargaining power. The one with the higher bargaining power got to call the shots and determine the price. The sale usually benefited them the most. ‘If I play along with these questions, I'll be giving away what little leverage I have,’ Rey thought to himself, determined not to be taken advantage of. To maintain relevance and protect his interests, Rey needed to assert his importance and not succumb to pressure.

​Oh, God. She squeezed her eyes shut. Don’t fall in love with him, don’t fall in love with him, don’t fall in love with him. She scoffed, yanking her arm free as she sat up. “What? You think you’re all that and then some? That I cannot resist you? I’ll have you know... my heart... was not part of our bargain. You’re the boss and I’m the employee. This is an arrangement.” ​One callused palm ran slowly up the side of her leg, the heat of it seeping through her skin. “And yet it’s easy to forget who we are here, isn’t it? Easy to get confused.”

“You're their bargaining chip. From the day your father sold you to them to keep his country safe, you became their tool for war.” Racheal winced. She was beginning to feel the tears burn the back of her throat again. She would not cry. It may irritate this woman who she was beginning to suspect hated any form of weakness. How could she not though? She was so powerful. “So however much you may have wanted your marriage to be a beautiful enemy to lover romance story. It will not happen.” Madame Dalloz said. “How many times did Steffan come see you in the last three days?”

No… no no no… he said it was until he called it over. However, he also said that I had just begun, which means… I sighed in frustration as nothing reasonable came to mind. I had almost given up until it finally hit me. The idea of the bargain was very simple. He'd save my mum and be the sole provider while he took ownership of me and used me as he utterly desired. It did include the sex and all, but most importantly, it was all about his father. Yes! The damn devil himself. This whole disaster was all about him and maybe, just maybe, if I could give Knox what he wanted from his father, then everything would be over.

It was the oldest tactic in any negotiator’s book: give your mark a deadline so they panic and take a bad deal. “She wants us desperate,” I said. “Desperate people make stupid bargains.” His gaze cut to me then. The fury in it wasn’t for me. The fear was. “I will not make another bargain with her,” he said. “I don’t care what she scrawls in blood. I don’t care what nightmares she sends. I don’t care if she offers me every piece of land from here to Nightfang’s border on a platter. I am done kneeling.”