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A SALE HAS BEEN APPROVED AND FINALIZED, AND THE NEW OWNER WILL BE TAKING OVER ALL OPERATIONS BY THE END OF THE WEEK.
There wasa phone number at the bottom for the tenants to call if we had any questions. But really, I only had one.
“I wonder if they’ll actually fix the light in the foyer.”
CHAPTERTWO
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“Absolutely not, Alex.”I barked into the phone. “I’m not going to let you fuck me over on this. We agreed to $25,000 and that’s what you’re going to get. If you have a problem with that price, you shouldn’t have said yes. Now get your head out of your ass and sign the papers.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear, and even at a distance I could hear his voice ringing out through the speaker as he argued.
I didn’t care what he had to say, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to stay on the phone with him while he said it. So, I hung up on the bastard.
Raking my hands through my hair, I pushed back my office chair, the wheel snagging for a moment on the mat I kept underneath it and causing a groan of frustration to pull out of me.
Today had been such a shit day that even this one, little inconvenience was threatening to send me over the edge.
I had been in the office earlier, and before 11AM, I had snapped at my secretary three different times, to the point where she recommended that I work from home the rest of the day and she’d forward all unnecessary calls.
And she’d been right.
I might have still been wound tighter than a top, but it was better than being in the sterile, white office that my team insisted I buy.
I looked around the office in my penthouse. The window behind spanned from the floor to the ceiling, showing a sprawling Manhattan, lights glimmering and dancing for all to see.
The light pollution from the city meant we never got to see any actual stars in the night sky, so I guess it was nice that New York built itself in such a way that we made our own.
I walked over to the bar cart on the far side of the room and grabbed the crystal decanter that I kept just for this kind of moment.
I picked up a glass and doled out a two finger pour of the whiskey inside before lifting it to my lips to take a drink. The amber liquid burned the moment it touched my tongue, and I reveled in it, needing something – anything – to take my mind off the way the day, the entire week, actually, had me feeling.
My phone rang on my desk, and I groaned.
“Fucking Alex,” I hissed, throwing back the rest of my whiskey with a large gulp as I crossed the room in quick, assured strides.
I turned over the phone, not even glancing at the name as I pressed accept and held it to my ear.
“Alex, listen to me you useless fuck…”
“Well hello to you too, B, I hear you’re in a swell mood,” said a voice on the other end of the line, one that was most definitely not Alex.
“Jourdan?” I asked, my brows knitting with confusion as I took the phone away from ear long enough to glance at the screen to confirm.
Sure enough, the name JOURDAN ALCOTT was emblazoned in bold, white letters, and despite my terrible mood, I smiled when I pressed the phone back to my ear.
“Sorry, I’ve been fighting with Alex about the price for the venue,” I explained. “When we met with him two weeks ago, he agreed to $25,000. But now he’s trying to raise it.”
“I figured he’d try that.” Jourdan said, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. “In fact, I think I warned you that he would.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, not willing to admit that he had been right.
I glanced back out at the city, trying to let the view calm me.
Jourdan and I had been friends for years, since our freshman year of High School. We’d gone to undergrad together, at least before I dropped out. And when I had left college to become a licensed contractor, he had been my biggest supporter.
It had been a happy coincidence for me that by the time I was moving from contractor to real estate investor, he had established himself as an up-and-coming real estate attorney.
