The Deal Dilemma Novels & Stories

" you talk about this one more time, I'm going to work out this door and that's the end of our deal." " Come on, Gab. You can't just end our deal like that." A smirk grew on my face. " well, the contract never said I couldn't end it." I watched him run his fingers through his hair in frustration. Good. Now we are both feeling uncomfortable.

James's plan was quite clear, he was desperate, "Fine, I'll do it. But I need to know a few things first, it's part of the job, just basic data." "God," he sighed relieved: "You don't know how grateful I am." "I need to prepare some papers... and some other things." James nodded. The large, white office was quiet compared to other days. Jamie Steel, the agency owner, was rereading the contract. She liked to make sure everything was correct. It didn't take long to finalize and close the deal, and based on the paperwork and everything that went with it, she could safely say it was a sure thing and reliable.

she said. He did not look away. His hands stayed still. “Because the deal was in the room and I let the deal be bigger than the text.” He spoke straight, without hesitation. “I have been doing that my whole career. It is the first thing I learned and the last thing I have unlearned.” A pause. “I caught it on day six and I still let it run for one more day because stopping it meant stopping the deal for five minutes. I looked at both things and I chose the deal.” She looked at him.

“How are you doing with the election? Just a few weeks to the big day, huh?” I know that Theo is only trying to get under my skin for reasons only known to him, but I can’t help but respond to him. “Butting heads with the higher-ups won’t get you anywhere, Theo.” He cranes his head to smile at me, “Are we going with first names now, Devon?” “You would do anything to get the CEO’s position, huh?” I ask, not breaking eye contact. “Stepping low because of greed is considered a cheap way of winning, Duncan.”

“Fuck. You still are telling me that you can’t get it?” “Boss, we really can’t. It doesn't have that much potential that was pay a billion dollars for it” “So now you are gonna decide the potential of a deal? Have you forgotten who the boss is here?” “No, we haven’t, boss. But this deal is gonna be a big loss and as your right-hand man, it was my duty to warn you. The final decision is of course up to you” I nodded. “Yes. And the final decision is that we are taking the deal”

I said, taking fathers pen to draw out what I had memorized. “These aren’t consistent with deals that fell through naturally. Deals that fall through leave traces. Renegotiations. And most of all names. But after these deals were withdrawn, neither party attempted to recover something no matter how sweet the deals were prior to the rumors. They had none of that. They simply stopped existing, simultaneously, across parties with no obvious direct connection to each other." “What are you getting at?” Father asked. "What I'm saying is, there's corruption embedded in the structure itself."

“Star what do you think? This concerns you as well.” She’s quiet for a bit, “I’m not sure I want to give all information we have of us to them but we might also learn a lot from the transaction. I believe they have information we should know that they haven’t shared,” she says. I agree with her, plus I don’t think we’re going to get a better deal than this. I look to him, “Okay Noah, you’ve got yourself a deal,” I say and everyone stills immediately. Looking from me to Noah and Noah to me. He just smiles, the kind of smile a man at the poker table shares with his opponent after calling all in. I feel like I just made a deal with the devil and uncertainty crawls through my chest. “I’ll have t

He's still handsome in his suit and still gives a cold vibe towards new people. The meeting started and they started to explain all the details. I felt this deal won't do any good for my company because the real deal will get back to us in 3 years. We can't wait for 3 years to get our money back. I don't want that and I don't think it's a wise option. After the meetings, I decided to just go away since I'm not interested in making the deals. I looked at Axel one more time before getting into the lift. I went down to the lobby and my headache started to strike again.

But I don't think I'm dealing with a simple man here. We once had a case in Malachi’s office where an important investor was acting weird. Malachi couldn’t get to him, and neither could any of his top workers who specialized in negotiations and client networking. Everyone hit a dead end, then I realized what was actually wrong. The problem had never been with the deal. The problem was with how they were handling the person. Bargains are indeed part of the business world. It runs on bargains. Except sometimes, something isn’t a bargain but is often passed off like it, and sometimes, those on the receiving end know they’re about to be cheated, and some people don’t like it.

And I’d be damned if I let my father’s last wish strip that away from me. Instead, I had passed my nights with brief distractions: women who knew the deal-no strings, no emotions. Just temporary pleasure. But each morning, I woke up to the same problem staring me in the face: this deadline looming over my head, the board hovering and waiting for any sign of weakness. I needed a solution, and fast.