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Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 6, 2006 3:51:50 GMT -5
Matt entered the Real Estate Dealer, walking up to the desk and offering the lady behind it one of his most stunning smiles; reserved for those he might be interested in.. later. For now, he had only one thought on his mind - a house. He wanted an extremely expensive and lavish one, though not too big. There was only one person in his family - himself.
Say.. How much should I give you for 11 Greenway Gardens?
He asked, taking out a checkbook. It never occured to him that the house might not be for sale, but what he wanted.. He got.
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 6, 2006 14:27:47 GMT -5
Tracy took one look at the man and his smile, and knew he was not the knid she wanted to talk to. He scared her a bit too much, so she spoke, nervous smile platered on her attractive face, though she was much older than she looked. Vocal pitch was even and smooth, though a slight tremor could be heard in it...
*I'm not the agent on that house so... I'll go get ihm just.... wait out here.*
She hurried off to find brandon, and explained the situation to him, and he came out, looking truly heroic, for he fancied himself to be the protector of the girls in this agency...
*So you wanna buy that house, eh?? Well, how much would you be willing to pay?*
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Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 7, 2006 3:06:49 GMT -5
Matt sighed inwardly. Pampered chicks were still pampered and old-fashioned, no matter what they looked. He stared the man down, leaning against the counter casually.
How much are you willing to sell for?
He asked again, voice turning into a grunt. It didn't matter to him really, but he would take any price under 3 million.
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 7, 2006 21:48:33 GMT -5
Replying gruffly top the man, Brandon felt some kind of an awe for this man... and also a sense of disgust. While he was able to attract, for that was obvious, he was also scaring people away left and right... not good.
They want 2 million for it.
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Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 8, 2006 3:17:26 GMT -5
Matt nodded absentmindedly and took out a leather covered checkbook, quickly scribbling into it. He had a furniture van outside, just down the street - a sign of a man that gets what he wants. He suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin wad of 100 dollar bills, slapping them down on the counter.
An extra thousand if I can move in today.
He said. Matt would need a center for his work, preferably a private one. He wanted to get himself known in this town as soon as possible..
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 8, 2006 19:59:38 GMT -5
he smiled at the mans impatience, but politely pushed the thousand back over the counter to the man, a tone in his voice that was completely undescribable, a look in his eyes that portrayed nothing of what he thought of this man...
No need for bribery. They're already moved out, and I can get the papers signed by... ohhh, noonish. You're free to go ahead and move in.
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Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 8, 2006 23:26:42 GMT -5
Matt nodded and slipped the bills back into his wallet, tucking that safely in the pocket of his jacket. Even though winter was over, it was still slightly chilly outside. Matt ripped a check out of his book and placed it on the table, turning to leave.
My number is 1-248-652-3173.. Don't hesitate to call if there's a problem.
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 11, 2006 10:21:31 GMT -5
smiling, he turned back to the computer, and on MLS, crossed out the listing for this house... he had made the thrid sale of the history of Featherstone, the first two being to Tracy and himself....
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