Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“It’s been on the market for nine months. The sellers are ready to off-load it.” I look down at the pamphlet and note the price. Even with the renovations and setbacks, it could work out.
“Offer them twenty percent below asking price. We’ll see if they’re up to negotiate, put the ball in their court.” I’ve already spent way too much time on finding a building. The last time I was down here, a contract fell through, and, well, that was a shit show of epic proportions. At least now that I’m here permanently, I’ll be overseeing it in the entirety. No fucking around will be happening, even if I have to bring employees from out of state to get this show on the road.
“I’m willing to try. That’s nearly a million below asking price, Mr. Wescott. Are you sure this is the approach you want to take?” Margaret asks. I’m about to fire her, take the middleman out, have Sylvester handle the paperwork and call it a fucking day. This is what I get for being nice, questioned to death, being shown bullshit that she knows won’t work but is wanting a quick commission. The phone ringing interrupts the way I feel about my realtor questioning me, and it’s not my phone either. I should have stayed with Amelie. Leaving wasn’t easy, but she assured me she’d call at the first sign of not feeling okay. I was reluctant, especially when she woke up with a repeat of yesterday’s performance, minus passing out. Jesus, Amelie would be in the hospital this time around if that happened.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Margaret says, taking the phone call.
“Sure.” I pull my own phone out of my pocket and walk further into the building as I scroll through the alerts, making sure Amelie hasn’t texted. In all honesty, I doubt the mother of my unborn child would ever admit defeat by making a call for help. I go to my phone app, scroll until I find Sylvester’ phone number. He’s an extension of our friend group at Four Brothers. Ezra needed him recently; now it’s my turn to call in a few favors. The thing about having a friend who owns his own law firm is that you’re able to bypass the red tape of a secretary who will undoubtedly force you to make an appointment. Sly answering on the second ring is another perk. “Tell me I don’t need to bail you out of jail,” he answers the phone.
“Fuck no. I need you to do more of a menial task than hopping on your company jet, flying down here, signing a few documents, and charging me out the ass for a few hours of your time,” I reply, pacing the floors in what will more than likely become the back office on the first floor until the others are worked on.
“Jesus, the reason my firm is raking in the money is from you, Parker, Ezra, and Theo. What’s going on now?” Sly lies like the devil, charming his opponents in whatever match he meets, working in a way you’ll never see him coming.
“I’m going to fire this real estate agent. I gave her a second chance after yesterday’s fiasco. I’m not feeling it today. Four hours, more places than I’d care to look at when she knew my guidelines before finally finding one, and she’s questioning what I want to offer. I’ll pay her a fee for her time, but I want you to make the magic happen. I don’t care if it’s one of your other lawyers since I’ve got you working on other shit. I only need this to happen to-fucking-day.” I stuff my hand not holding my phone in the pocket of my pants.
“That won’t take but a few minutes. Hold on a minute. I’ll get it sorted now, then you can get back to working on what you need to. While we’re on the phone, I know you don’t want to hear this, but your father is on a fucking tear, so watch your back. I’m handling the front lines, and believe it or not, so is your mother. She came in earlier today, refusing to leave until she got my attention, making a scene and leaving my secretary shocked.” Sly shouldn’t be surprised on both accounts. My mother can put up a fuss behind closed doors, the soft docile lady leaves and a flaming inferno comes out. An hour long tirade turns into days on end when she’s good and pissed. I’d bet she caught my father fucking another election volunteer. Young, blonde, and someone who willingly puts out is his preference. As for Sylvester’s secretary, well, all I can say is I’m not sure how she’s lasted as long as she has. She’s young, naïve, and it’s her first job, so I’m at a loss for words why Sly hired her in the first place.