The Millionaire Real Estate Agent Novels & Stories

She tossed her head defiantly and retorted, "Mortgage? Why would I need a mortgage when I've just won 50 million dollars? I'm paying in full." The sales agent's demeanor warmed instantly. "If you're interested in this unit, you can pay a deposit of one million dollars. If the lottery funds haven't been cleared yet, you could arrange for a bank loan." Her words made Aaron and Shayla hesitate. Right then, I furrowed my brows and snapped impatiently, "I'm starting to doubt that you'd even won that 50 million dollars. Are you here to cause trouble? If you can't afford it, then stop wasting everyone's time and get lost!"

It has eight master bedrooms, a theater room, game room, a living room, a library and two in built offices. "Let's discuss the price. "Alex said to the real estate agent who's name he came to know to be Gavin. "How much is it?"He asked seriously going all business mode. "It's a 200 million dollars mansion". "Ok, let's head back and I'll write you a check." "I'll ask my assistant to meet us at your building with the papers. "Sure am sure my lawyer is already waiting for me at the company"Alex replied.

“If we do end up not buying any of the houses here, it’s probably because of their low quality!” The real estate agent snickered derisively. “Seeing how poor you two look, I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t know how expensive thirty million dollars is. Buying a house? Is that even possible for you?” “You’re just here to take some pictures to post on your social media, aren’t you?” “Don’t be shy and just tell me the truth. I can play along!” “What I hate the most is when beggars step into this place and try to act high and mighty, as if they’re magnates!”

None of which had called back. I stared at the building for a moment… a long moment. If I had to be honest with myself, I doubted this one would be any different from the others. Why would it be? I had a three-year employment gap, no major work experience, a former housewife carrying twins she wasn’t ready to tell anyone about. Of course the companies preferred more polished people, people who already had their lives together and not barely holding on by a string and doing their very best to put their lives together.

“I’m glad. And how’s Emily? Hope she isn’t bothering you too much. I’m sorry I was unable to come pick her up today like I promised.” “Oh nonsense. You know that our little angel is always welcome to stay with us as long as she needs.” “Thanks ma.” I replied. “But what is this I hear about your husband being a millionaire or something like that?” She asked, changing the subject with precise expertise that was peculiar only to the Jones’ household. He was actually a billionaire but I didn’t feel the need to correct her, ignorant being bliss and what not. “Yeah well, that happened.”

"Excellent choice, sir. That's the best apartment in the whole complex: prime location, best view. For you, it's practically nothing. It's only 20 million." "Twenty...million!?" Both Patrick and Emily froze, jaws dropping. They clearly had not expected a 100-square-meter place in the city center to be that outrageously expensive. The agent quickly said, "Of course, if the price feels a little high, you can always finance it with a mortgage." Patrick stiffened, his pride pricked. "A mortgage? I just won 50 million! Why would I need a mortgage? I'll pay cash." The agent beamed at that, her tone warming again.

He grilled steak and didn’t offer to share. Monday morning, the realtor arrived. In her mid-forties, sharp bob and braid smile . She walked through the house cooing over “original charm” and “ocean views.” Julian followed her, his arms crossed. I stayed in the kitchen, pretending to wipe counters that were already clean. When she left, he found me on the back deck. The ocean was blue and the waves crashing like applause. “She thinks we can get twelve,” he said. “Million?”

They just kept on with the pity looks and stares and I'm grateful for not going back there because I would not have survived staying there anymore. My boss tipped me off real good before I left because she knew I was very good at my job and she promised she'd give me a good recommendation and help me get a job one a company here in New York which she did. All I did was an interview and the next day I was called to resume work the next week. I was to be the person assistant to this billionaire that owned a Car company; Greenwood Mobile. I've heard a lot about them, they specify mainly in race cars and some customized cars and all, only millionaire could afford their vehicles.