Book 2: Chapter 5

A young man was sitting in the back seat of a Mercedes Benz. He kept staring at the entrance of the hotel opposite him when his phone rang. He looked at the phone screen and picked the call.

“Speak.”

“Good evening, Mr. Brown. I just want to let you know that it was our office that she contacted,” a man spoke from the other side.

“So?”

“I showed her the one we have according to her description…” the man was saying.

Michael interrupted. “Did she like it?”

“Oh, she is in love with it,” the man replied.

A sweet smile curved on Michael’s lips. “Are you sure?” he asked in a more gentle tone.

“One hundred percent.”

“So, how did you give it to her? The price, I mean.”

“Oh sir, it was a steal. I could see it on her face when I told her the price—she looked shocked. Perhaps not expecting a house like