I focus on my emails until my phone rings.
A few minutes later, my phone rings.
“Carrington,” I answer quietly, pushing away my laptop to stand and move so I don’t wake sleeping beauty.
My legs could do with stretching.
“Have I caught you at a bad time?”Daniel Dufort asks.
“No, we’re on our way back to New York.Have you got your team with you?”
“Fletcher here.”
“Hunter Dufort.Nice to hear your voice, buddy.”
I grin.
Hunter has visited the Obsidian Club several times over the years, but not since he finally popped the question to his gorgeous fiancée, Addison.
Now, there’s a man I never thought I’d see marry.
“Hunter, buddy.Let’s catch up for a drink when this deal is done.”
“Confident much.”Fletcher laughs.
“I am now that I’ve seen the building.”I lean my arm against one of the leather seats, my back to Gemma.“We’ll be closing down that branch quickly, so if you want my team to draw up a proposal, then we can get that to you in a few days.”
“What are the numbers looking like?”Daniel asks.
“In line with what I know you’ll pay.”
There’s silence as I smirk.
This is the shit I love.
The game.The suspense.The dance back and forth, negotiating and excitement in making a deal.One that will grow my wealth.Money is like Play-Doh to me.I mold it and play.
“I don’t recall giving you a figure,” Daniel mutters, and I chuckle silently.
“It’s my job to know this stuff, Daniel, you know that.In any case the building is going on the market.You can take a look at the information we send and make an offer or wait for us to advertise and then compete.”
“We’re not fucking doing that,” Daniel growls.
As I knew he would.
It’s why I mentioned it.
He knows by waiting or playing games I’ll find someone else in a matter of hours or days.I’m too well-connected as the go-to guy in this town for people seeking a good price on quality things.
Especially real estate.
Companies, or rather their executives, often over-extend themselves during a growth period and invest in property.Then they struggle to pay the mortgage.
It’s one reason Open Leaf has struggled.
Oneof them.
“We’ll find an agreeable number,” I tell Daniel.“I’m selling the building, and you want prime real estate in downtown Chicago.It’s a win-win.Expect something by tomorrow.”