The Deal Novels & Stories

“About the deal?” There it is again—that elusive “deal” he hinted at during the gala. My jaw tightens, but I keep my expression neutral. “You need to be more specific, Mr. Thompson. I am a very busy man.” He chuckles, the sound like rusted hinges creaking. “Oh, youngsters. I'll leave that tale for your grandma to tell… You know that the big oil merge is coming up, right? How has it been on your end?” I arch a brow, unable to stop the sharp edge creeping into my voice.

"That's good. Next time, if my budget allows, buy a television for the kids. They always go to the neighbors' house just to watch TV." "Oh, here we go again with the bragging," I heard Ate Cynthia's voice in the background. Dad immediately scolded her. "Where are Ambet and the others?" I looked for my nieces and nephews, but Annika hesitated. "Uhm, Ate Cynthia doesn’t want to show them to you," she whispered. "Oh, I see. That’s okay," I said, my smile fading. "By the way, Lyrica, my child, Kanor is selling a carabao for a cheap price. I really want to have one to help with our livelihood," Dad said.

“Whatever it is, anything, I’ll do it.” That’s it, sweetheart. Sign your name in blood. I stepped closer, my smirk deepening as her breath hitched. “Anything?” Her throat worked as she swallowed hard, but she nodded. “Yes. Anything.” She repeated. The room went still, her words hanging in the air like a promise. I let the silence stretch, savoring the moment. Then I leaned in, my voice low and deliberate. “Let’s make a deal.” She blinked, confusion flashing across her face.

The meeting is about the trillion dollar deal that he had mentioned in the midnight, the same one that made him— "We can't let him have it. He already has everything he could possibly need. I want this deal and I must get it, once I do, I will fulfill my part of the contract so well they will question his integrity..." Daniel stresses, trying to pass a point to Cook and his other officials. The deal seems to mean a lot to him, seeing as his hair keeps falling and he'll return it in place with the same flair as he's using to argue. I tear my eyes away from his face and turn to my phone.

Today was supposed to be unforgettable. I had just closed a thirty billion dollar contract, the largest deal my company had ever secured. It had taken months of negotiations, countless revisions, and a final pitch that stretched every ounce of energy I had. But in the end, I succeeded. The deal was sealed, signed before noon, and already making waves.

Every rip, every tear had been repaired with real gold leaf in the Japanese kintsugi style: the broken places now gleaming brighter than the rest. Across the top, in Killian’s bold handwriting, were the words: **ORIGINAL CONTRACT DECLARED VOID EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY** **REPLACED BY VOWS THAT CANNOT BE BROKEN, BOUGHT, OR BURNED** My breath caught so hard the fetal monitor squeaked.

A MISTAKE. Delets looked at me and took a deep breath, it flicked me in the forhead before taking it's seat. 'There is a deal that goes deeper than before you were even born, in order for that deal to come true a lot of events would have to take place, it is a carefully exhibited plan with countless people as the pawns of this deal, however I have come to regret my decision as I am taken for granted, and you would have to help me stop that deal from fully establishing, fortunately, I have a counter deal, everyone is a pawn that can either counter the deal or make it happen, trust no one but yourself. Not even your own family.' With a devious laugh, it disappea

“How do you know about the deal?” I could tell that question had been at the tip of his tongue all this while. “I read your lips,’’ I confessed. “Hmm–’’ he sniffed again and I shivered. “You want me to turn down five hundred million dollars for a flimsy hope of you making more? I don’t think so.” “No, I want to make a deal with the devil.” He smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “A deal over a deal? Since you’re so confident, here’s my deal. Make me six billion in six months? That's the only way I won't sell you off.”

"But I need you to win the debate championship and you need to pass your classes to play football." Understanding dawned on Diego's face. "You want to make a deal." "Yes." I crossed my arms. "You help me win the championship and I'll help you pass your exams." "How do I know you won't just tank my tutoring on purpose to get revenge for all the..." He stopped, but we both knew what he meant. "Because I'm not you," I said simply. "When I make a deal, I keep it." He studied me for a long moment. I could see him weighing his options, calculating whether he could trust me.

"What did you have in mind?" Declan stood. Walked to the fire. His back was to Eric. "Ten million. In addition to the girl. And a seat on the board of your holding company." Eric's eyebrows rose. "You want to be my partner?" "I want to be your equal. Not your pawn." Eric laughed. "You're already my pawn. You just don't know it yet." Declan turned. His face was hard. "Then the deal is off." They stared at each other. The fire crackled. The clock ticked.