The Millionaire Real Estate Agent Novels & Stories

There was something about it that made me grin from ear to ear. There was silence as we were practically in each others faces now, as she stared up at me. It was very obvious that she wasn’t going to budge, at least not with threats. “Now,” she finally said, “If you are not going to relieve me of my job, then I will get right back to it. Good day Mr Blackwell.” She turned around to leave, “One million.” I blurted out, She paused right before she grabbed the door handle. I definitely had her attention now.

"I saw your profile. It tells me that you're a... what did you call it? 'Professionally successful gentleman.'" I laughed. "That's one way to put it. I'm in tech, real estate, and about twelve other things that bore me on alternating Tuesdays." "That's vague." "I prefer 'mysterious.'" "I prefer 'honest.'" The words came out sharper than she probably intended because her eyes widened slightly, like she'd surprised herself. I leaned back in my chair and smiled. There she was. The fire I'd sensed in her profile. "Fair enough," I said. "I'm a billionaire. I own a conglomerate. I'm thirty years old, never been married, and most people find me intimidating within the first ninety seconds of meetin

If I let myself feel even a fraction of what Natty was talking about, the whole facade would crumble. ​I stood up to leave, but as I walked toward the door, a man entered the store. He wasn't like the typical wealthy patrons. He was younger, perhaps in his early thirties, with a rugged, unstudied elegance. He wore a simple dark coat and had the kind of eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. ​"Can I help you, sir?" Natty asked, stepping back into her professional role. ​The man didn't look at Natty. He kept his eyes on me. "I was looking for the owner. I heard the Smith heiress was making waves in the retail sector. I didn't realize she’d be doing it in person."

If she bought it for 100 million dollars, he would earn 20 percent of 60 million dollars, which amounted to 12 million dollars. He would earn a fortune after completing this deal. The agent immediately stood up. "I'll go talk to the owner right away. I guarantee that I'll help you secure the property." Indeed, money made things convenient. Someone would always be there to solve one's problems if one had enough money. The agent confidently assured her that he would do his best. He might even bring in more people from the company if he failed. There was no way he wouldn't be able to secure the purchase.

It was going to be venturing into dangerous waters if I tried to involve myself with such a soulless person like Ciara, and I wanted her out of my life, and very far away too. I selected a tuxedo from my wardrobe, knowing I had a meeting with my real estate agent in a few minutes. I never joked with my work, and my employees knew this. I was starting to endeavor into the real estate branch, and I was thinking of creating an agency. Being a billionaire wasn't going to stop me from experimenting into other areas of business. Anything that was going to boost my income, I was down for it, as far as it wasn't anything illegal. I buttoned up, thinking about the next day. Spending the day with Kayl

he asked. Eva stood still, staring at her Italian in front of him. "Yes, I am Evangelina Anderson and I am the millionaire's ugly secretary." The end.

I said to her with a smile. "I trust you, son, let us do this.." She said to me without second thoughts and I seem to love the fact that she loves and trusts me..."Actually, there's this millionaire that has been begging me to sell it to him when I want to Park to another house and it is half the price Mr. Benedict is asking for." She said to me and I hugged her. She calls the man and he picks.

She was just the past for Sian, not the special one anymore. “Maybe it's something important that Sian has to finish today. He's a finance manager after all, his position is related to Aciel's huge amount of money.” She replied with a deliberately made-up laugh. "Yeah the rich man. By the way, have you met Eden and Aciel?”

I heard him hiss and I giggled. “You had better appreciate the kind of girl you’ve got. I tell you almost everything that happens at my place of work yet I know nothing about yours except that your former CEO was mean and that’s a paste tense” I told him. “Oh you are not aware that I am not a sole entrepreneur. Also, I have multiple side jobs which makes me financially stable and rich. I’m a billionaire” He boasted. “I know you are financially stable. I meant you don’t tell me about the daily activities at your work place like I do gist you about mine”

She had long, dark hair past her shoulders. Regina couldn’t close her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I understand this guy taking a short sabbatical after losing such a beautiful woman, but seven years?” the female reporter remarked. “Yeah, and that house. The man is worth almost two billion bucks. You’d think he would hide somewhere more . . . fabulous,” the male reporter said, enunciating the last word in a high-pitched voice. “Yeah, like the Bahamas, or at the very least, Palm Beach,” the female reporter replied. “However, it is good news for the local single ladies that Scott lives so close, because according to our source, he is still on the market.”