The Deal Dilemma Novels & Stories

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!

Hating the fact that he was talking to me like we were business partners, so formally. “One more thing, just because you have me here doesn't mean it's where I want to be all my life—-” I summoned up courage and continued. He raised a brow and then asked. “Where would you rather want to be?” “College!” I shot at him, without a second thought. “Done!” He responded, and in seconds he turned to leave. Not a single light illuminated his way as he walked out so easily into the darkness. “It wasn't so hard, was it Tory?” I muttered to myself as I closed my eyes. As expected, the pills I was given a couple of minutes ago kicked in and in seconds I drifted into deep sleep.

His snake-like smile made my skin crawl. “You’re making a mistake, Dominic,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. “You know what happens to people who walk away from our deals.” I leaned back in my chair, unfazed. “I’m not interested in the deal anymore,” I said, my voice firm. “And that’s final. You either accept it, or you don’t. I don’t care.” The room fell silent. Carlos chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t care?” His eyes darkened. “Dominic, if you don’t finish what you started, then you should wait for what’s coming for you.”

“Nothing.” He frowned and stopped, knowing me well. I wasn’t one to break down easily. “You can tell me. I’ll help you if I can.” I shook my head, releasing a sigh and wiping my eyes. “No one can help me. Mr. Murphy has given me an ultimatum. If I don’t get the Franklin Group’s deal, he’ll throw me out of the job.” Eric frowned. “That’s absurd. We’re all giving our best, but it’s up to the owner to agree to the terms and conditions. We can’t guarantee a deal.”

Her words were tentative, as if they were stated in compromise not to price her too high. I really couldn't shake the feeling that something could go wrong with this deal, like a bell that warns from a distance instead of an up-close alarm. My mind was racing with the weight of risks and benefits, and I answered, "No, that's a risky job." My tone of voice remained steady and firm, but there was apprehension hidden in it, and I couldn't help letting it through. "You need to pay me every dime now so I can start working on it." The challenge of my words hit hard, with an outright demand.

Even though I could practically see the gears turning in that twisted brain of his. Part of me still couldn't believe we were really resorting to cutting a deal with Damien Voss of all people. But I see no other optipn- this was our one shot at preventing that magazine from going to print with my face splashed on the cover. And in turn, keeping me safely out of his father's sights.

"You still got a page full of them." "But- That's no fair!" Nate whined again and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, biting into my cheek to hold a smile and going back to make a neat copy of my notes. "I demand a re-deal." "And what is that?" I hummed not glancing up. "For each problem I got right, you take one cloth off." my heart somersaulted and this time my wide eyes found his immediately. Was he for real? He smirked now having my attention. "Don't worry, I'll undress whenever I get one wrong. Deal?"

If I continue to be nice to people then they will think I am weak and will take me for granted. Well, I am good as long as I don't take innocent people for granted and I don't take innocent lives. I carried my laptop on my palm and headed to my well, large furnished office on the third floor. I sipped my coffee as I sat down to finalize the deal with Dwayne & Co properties. "Is that the final price for the hotel? Look, Mr. Dwayne, I already have people who are disturbing my emails every day for me to buy their hotels. I am just waiting for you to talk over it."

“Let me remind you just in case you've forgotten. I told you to leave him the fuck alone. He's one of the richest men in the country. Do you know how much much he could get us into? We're lucky he's not suing all our asses over this." "That's because he has no leg to stand on. We saw what we saw." Paul spoke up. "My partner did the right thing by bringing him in for questioning. He's not above the law. Nobody is." "If you keep on thinking fairytale bullshit like that, I might just have to keep you in one of the cubicles so you can be in charge of photocopying reports." Keef said darkly. "You think a man whose net worth is the equivalent of some country's GPD is going to be the subject to the

"See, if you don't want the deal, just say it. There are thousands of people outside waiting with more money than you to make this deal." Caleb became anxious. "No, Mr. Gil. It's not like that. I just need time to think. I was scammed last time." He couldn't hide that. Mr Gil's brows raised. "Do you think we are scammers? Then why make the deal in the first place? I'm leaving right now. Forget that deal." He almost walked out to open the door and leave. Caleb's face lost its colour, feeling confused, while Mr Kai instantly walked to stop Mr Gil and tried to explain Caleb's situation.