DAMIEN
After poring over the contracts, Clara kindly offered to treat us to lunch, a gesture I readily accepted. As she departed to fetch our meal, I remained near the glass window, observing her as she climbed into her car and drove off.
Pulling out my phone, I dialed Jack's number, and he answered promptly. "Hello, boss," he greeted respectfully.
"The apartment next to the park, is it still available?" I inquired, recalling that it hadn't been rented out last I checked.
"Not yet, boss. Do you need me to arrange something?" Jack responded.
"I'll be coming over later with a woman, and I need you to pretend you own the place. We'll be negotiating a rental price of two thousand dollars," I instructed him.
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, likely indicating Jack's s
