Chapter 257

Chapter 257

I said, “Sounds perfect. I haven’t had that in ages. Thanks, babe.”

Just the mention of that old diner had my mouth watering. It was all about the fresh seafood. A bit of chill and dressing made it unbeatable, contrasting the modem fried and baked ones.

As we got into the car, the real estate agent ran out, panting, “Ms. Webster, Ms. Jackson, hold on a moment. The owner of the suite you checked yesterday morning got back to me. They’re willing to lower the rent.”

Christine asked, “Which one?”

“The office suite next door.” The agent pointed across the street to the towering building.

The rent was steeper there, but Christine and I were taken with it, though we hadn’t seriously considered making a move.

After exchanging a glance, Christine and I voiced our decline, “Let’s pass. They probably won’t drop it by much, and we can’t spend that much on the rent right now.”

“The owner is willing to drop it to this,” the agent said, holding up a few fingers to indicate the number, “They mentioned the need to do a good deed after consulting with a psychic. It seems they’re trying to bring some good karma their way”

Christine and I shared a bemused look. Such superstitious reasons left us both a bit puzzled.

On guard from earlier experiences, Christine asked, “We’re not going to run into crazies like earlier, right?”

“No, no, the owner’s too busy for that. Everything, even the contract signing, is done through courier. Nothing like today will happen again.” The agent awkwardly smiled before pressing. “So, what do you say? IL you’re interested, I’ll get the paperwork started.”

“We’ll take it.” Finding a nice office space at the right price is rare, so I hesitated before asking, “Can we pay a deposit first? We’ll gather the rest of the money as fast as possible.”

Office spaces in this area were highly sought after, with rents typically paid annually. It was a significant amount.

With the Riverview Estate property still on the market and investments up in the air, just scraping together the rent had left Christine and me financially drained.

The agent seemed about to refuse, reconsidered, and quickly agreed, “Sure, sure, that’s fine. It’s quite common under these

circumstances”

Soon enough, we signed the contract and paid the deposit.

were quite

We were worried about potential pitfalls, so we sent the contract to our lawyer for review, who assured us that the terms w favorable.

On our way to grab some food, Christine pondered, “Do you think it is a case of good luck following bad? When things seemed to go south, someone decides to do a good deed.”

“Could be,” I replied.

I half–expected some complications from the Myers family, but no bad news came from the agent over the next few days. I breathed a little sigh of relief. Nevertheless, I was curious about the owner of the building.

Susan had been furious, so she probably wouldn’t let us rent the office without a hitch. Yet, there was no further word from her. It seemed Susan might have tried to intervene but to no avail. The other party didn’t take her seriously.

Then, while brainstorming new product ideas, I got a call from Kevin,

Picking up, I asked flatly, “Kevin, is Bryant finally ready to go through with the divorce?”

“Mrs. Ferguson..” Kevin’s voice was heavy, and after a pause, he confessed, “Mr. Ferguson has been in an accident. He asked me not to

you, but

seeing him wear those cufflinks you designed for him day and night, I thought you should know.”

tell

“What do you mean? What happened?” Suddenly panicked, I jumped up, scrambling for my car keys without fully understanding the situation, but already in a flurry to find out more.

Kevin answered truthfully, “Mr. Ferguson was seriously injured in a targeted attack the night before last.”

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