The Pastor's Heart - By Desiree Future Page 0,27
on the arm of the empty chair.
“So, Mr. Dunbar I understand that you are here about the repairs that I need done.” Sinclair implied as she took her seat at her desk.
“Forgive me, but that’s not exactly the truth,” the gentleman admitted.
Sinclair feeling a little uneasy, straightened herself in her chair not knowing what to expect.
“Before I begin, my full name is Chad Dunbar but you can just call me Chad. We don’t have to use all the formalities because I am a businessman just like you are a businesswoman. I’m a real estate investor doing business in this area.” He said as he reached into his left jacket pocket and handed Sinclair his business card.
That definitely explained the way he was dressed, Sinclair thought. He was way too overdressed to be a contractor. He was wearing a light gray suit and he had a pocket watch hanging from his inside vest pocket. Sinclair didn’t know what to think of the man that sat before her, but she didn’t like the feeling that had begun to creep into the pit of her stomach. Besides lying to her about his reasoning for making an appointment, something else was just not sitting well with Sinclair.
She had learned to read people years ago in the system and she could easily tell when someone was not only lying to her but had alternative plans. She always kept her belongings packed when she got that feeling. Those feelings had never lied to her because every time she felt uneasy she ended up being moved to a new home. Today she sat with a stranger and those same feelings came back to her.
“So why are you here Mr. Dunbar?” Sinclair asked ignoring his request to call him Chad.
The tall Caucasian man brushed his blond hair with his hands and continued. “Can I call you Sinclair?” He asked her nonchalantly.
Sinclair cracked her folded hands and sat forward. “Look Mr. Dunbar, let’s not play this game. I don’t know you and you don’t know me. So let’s keep the formalities right where they are as Miss Madison and Mr. Dunbar.” Sinclair was not about to sit and let this man come into her office and turn their business into a personal affair.
“My apologies Miss Madison.” The man said while holding up his hands.
“Thank you for your apologies. Now exactly how can I help you?” Sinclair spoke in a stern voice.
“I want to buy your business and this property that it sits on.” Mr. Dunbar replied in a cool voice getting right to the point.
“It’s not for sale.” Sinclair said blankly.
“When you converted this old bookstore into the new business it drastically increased the value of this property. Even Marjorie Betton herself could not have imagined what a tremendous spike in the property value renovating would do,” the blue eyed man said while unbuttoning his vest jacket.
“I see you have done your homework, Mr. Dunbar but it’s still not for sale. Now unless you want to donate something I think we’re done here.” Her feelings were right, he did have ill intentions.
“I also know that Marjorie Betton once owned it and now you do. I’m thinking with the changing of hands of this fine establishment you would like to make some serious money and change it into my hands.” The man said with a wide evil grin.
Sinclair started getting up from her seat. “Obviously, you are not hearing me when I say my business is not for sale. This meeting or better yet, this charade, is over.”
“Maybe this will help you change your mind.” The man said reaching into his right pocket and handing Sinclair an envelope as he rose to his feet.
Sinclair opened the envelope where she stood. “Mr. Dunbar take you and your five hundred thousand dollar check and leave my business right now. If you don’t, you will have some serious, serious problems.” Sinclair said in an even more stern voice as she handed the envelope back to Mr. Dunbar.
“That’s okay.” The man said taking back the envelope and grabbing his rain jacket off the chair. “I am leaving anyway but I will be back sooner rather than later.” He said as he began walking down the stairs.
“I wouldn’t advise that Mr. Dunbar. It would not be a good idea, trust me.” Sinclair said to him as he stopped and turned back to her.
“Good day Miss Madison.” He said as he placed his hat on his head and he walked out into the rainy weather.
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