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“Shall we sign now, or should we wait for Mr. Shannon?” I asked, unscrewing my new pen’s cap.

“Mr. Ford here,” she pointed at a man in blue jeans and a lighter blue blazer over a black T-shirt with a tiger print on it. “He will sign the contract on behalf of the company, but you can sign it first,” she said.

So we did. No fuss. It took a minute. The deal was half done. Then Mr. Tiger-on-my-T-shirt signed his copies.

“The keys will only be handed to the buyer once the paperwork and money transfer have been completed, which will take a few weeks,” the assistant stated, collecting their copies of the documents. “Mr. Shannon, however, is willing to wait for a month or more to give you sufficient time to relocate your belongings.”

“That’s very generous of him,” I said, putting away my new Montblanc.

“Congratulations on the sell, Mr. Montague,” she said, smiling. “I’m sorry that Mr. Shannon couldn’t be here. I just got a message from him. He was held in a different meeting, but he sends his regards.”

“Well, he’s a busy man,” I said, smiling back. I did not really care about Jared’s presence. I had what I wanted, and it seemed that he had what he wanted. We did not have to be in the same room to share our experiences.

I stood up and noticed a CCTV camera under the ceiling with the red light on. Were we being watched?

***

It was almost lunch time when we stepped out of the building. I put my Louis Vuitton sunglasses on to protect my eyes from June’s bright sun.

“Do you want to have lunch?” I asked Mr. Goldberg.

“Sure,” he said and put on his Ray Ban Aviators that made him look like a spy. “You’re paying, aren’t you?” He bared his white teeth in a greedy smile.

I nodded.

“In that case, let’s go someplace fancy and celebrate the deal.” He patted me on the shoulder.

“Absolutely. You pick, and I pay.”

“Deal.”

As we were about to cross the street to get to Mr. Goldberg’s car, I saw a car driving out of the underground parking exit of the building we just came from. It was a mineral white BMW 8 Series Coupé. A fancy car for someone who liked speed and luxury. Natasha happened to own one just like that.