Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“I just wanted to let you know that I think we might have lost the Boston site.”
“What?” I say, very suddenly wide awake. There’s no way we can lose that site. It took us ages to find it in the first place. “What’s happened and how can we put it right?”
“Seller’s got cold feet apparently.”
“So can we make another offer or something?”
“He’s not picking up the phone. He clearly doesn’t want to sell at the moment.”
“So, what do we do?” I ask, trying to think.
“Walk away.”
My stomach plummets to the ground. “Surely we can’t just give up.”
“The only person I think who might be able to help is a contact of mine. He’s a fixer. Puts deals together. Stops them tanking. That kind of thing.”
“Okay,” I say. I can hear warning bells in the distance, but I can’t quite figure out why, but the word fixer rings in my ears.
“Yeah, I’ll give Ben East a call, but can you meet me at the hotel? We can go through everything there.”
I’m absolutely certain I’m hallucinating right now. Or my ears are. Is that a thing? Auditory hallucinations? It must be because I can’t have just heard that my brother is going to be calling the man I slept with last night.
“Who are you going to call?” I ask.
“Ben East.”
My body flushes cold and my breath leaves my lungs.
“Ben East?” I manage to croak out.
“Yeah. Meet me at the hotel in an hour. We can talk it all through then.”
Ben East: The guy who looks better than any man should naked and who I just kicked out of bed?
It can’t be the same guy. New York can be a small town at times, but that would be too much of a coincidence.
Wouldn’t it?