A young man was sitting in the backseat of a Mercedes Benz, his eyes glued to the entrance of the hotel in front of him. His phone rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and answered the call.
“Speak,” Michael said.
“Good evening, Mr. Brown. I just wanted to inform you that it was our office you contacted,” a man said from the other side.
“So?” he asked.
“I showed her the apartment we have based on your description…” the man trailed off.
Michael interrupted, “Did she like it?”
“Oh, she’s in love with it,” the man replied.
A sweet smile curved Michael’s lips. “Are you sure?” he asked, his tone softer.
“One hundred percent.”
“Then how did you put it across? I mean the price,” he asked.
“Oh, sir, it was so easy. I could see it in her face when I told her th
