Novel Lived
Chapter 80
As soon as the senior lady announced the astronomical price tag of the house, immediately a swarm of security guards appeared out of nowhere, covering every exit like a human barricade.
Their stern faces and bulging muscles made it crystal clear to Ethan that he wasn't going anywhere until everything was settled.
At that moment the senior lady's lips curled into a mockery smile, her eyes glinting with malicious look, seeing the look on Ethan's face she would tell he never expected what was coming his way, but now it's too late to cry.
"Well, well, well,"
she drawled, her voice dripping with no Sympathy.
"Looks like someone owes our company a cool hundred grand. Better start saving your every pennies, kid, because we are not letting you leave without providing the money, for our time wasted"
At that moment the top client threw his head back, and let out a barking laugh that echoed through the scene.
"Oh, this is just too good!"
he crowed, rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain.
"Our company been looking for a new janitor for a while now, and it looks like we just found one. For free!"
without wasting anymore time he leaned in close to Ethan, his hot breath still reeking of expensive cigars.
"Listen up, you little punk. You'll be working full-time, not part-time. I don't care one bit if it interferes with your precious schooling, it's none of my business. Maybe next time, you'll think twice of any decision you make before opening your mouth to utter nonsense."
Ethan stood there, his brow furrowed in confusion as he gazed at both the lady and the man, he couldn't believe they still thought he wouldn't be able to afford the property when he hadn't even said anything.
At that moment it was becoming irritating to him and he said with a cold voice.
"Why are both of you acting like I've already lost?"
he said, his eyes getting even colder.
"Both of you didn't even give me a chance to pay yet! and you have already conclude between yourself"
Both of them gaze at each other. They still didn't understand Ethan's attitude, they couldn't believe he's still acting as if he can afford the property when it's clear as daylight.
With a defiant glint in his eye, Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out the sleek black card that Lady Madison had entrusted him with.
He turned to the senior lady, his gaze unwavering.
"Well, I guess this means you're out of a job,"
he said, his voice as cold as ice
"Turns out, you don't know jack about your own business, after all these years, it turns out you know nothing. Maybe next time, you'll think twice before judging someone based on their appearance."
Then with a more calm look on his face he turned around to face the man.
"And you,"
he said, pointing a finger at the man's chest.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
"Better start browsing those furniture catalogs, because I will be needing an expensive one. and with the size of the property it looks like you'll be paying extra and I want something expensive, because I don't settle for less."
At that moment the scene fell silent, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.
The senior lady and the man gaped at Ethan, their mouths opening and closing like a fish out of water.
They couldn't believe what they were hearing. This scruffy kid, with his threadbare clothes and worn-out looking shoes, was talking like he has the money to pay for the property.
Ethan handed the black card to the senior lady, with a smug grin spreading across his face.
"Ring it up, and pass my message to the appropriates authorities"
he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
"I'll be taking the seven-million-dollar mansion off your hands."
upon hearing what Ethan just said the man's eyes narrowed, his mind whirring with suspicion as he gaze at Ethan.
"Could it be this kid's trying to pull a fast one on us, if that is the case why on earth did he bring out his card, or could it be he's planning something, but the look on his face shows he's serious, but serious look doesn't buy property, money does, and I can tell he doesn't have any, as a university kid it's not possible"
he muttered under his breath.
"I bet he's gonna make a run for it as soon as we turn our backs."
immediately he snapped his fingers at the security guards.
" Don't let this brat out of your sight until the payment goes through."
he barked, his voice as harsh as a new sandpaper.
The senior lady, meanwhile, was lost in her own thoughts also.
"If this kid actually buys the house, I'll make a killing in commissions, a whopping 10 percent"
she mused, her eyes glazing over with visions of dollar signs.
"And also I'll be promoted to the top sales position for sure! with just the sale it's going to change my life, and my position in the company"
But then, a sinking realization hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Oh, wait... I'll have to resign if he goes through with it. Damn it, that a stupid bet!"
However something still tells her Ethan was just kidding and he doesn't have such money.
She shook her head in disbelief for her to be thinking that the possibility of it being true was a shame to her personality.
She was so caught up in her own internal thoughts that she barely registered the man's voice cutting through her thoughts.
"There's no way this snot-nosed punk has seven million bucks,"
he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain.
"I'll eat my own shoes if he does."
At that moment she woke up from her thoughts and with a collective shrug, the group made their way to the office's payment machine. Ethan stepped up to the terminal, the black card glinting under the fluorescent lights.
Without wasting anymore time as all eyes were on him.
He swiped it through the reader, his heart was calm knowing he had enough, because he had only spent one million dollars from the ten ladies Madison gave him.
Ethan imputed the amount and hit pin.
Beep. Whir. Click.
The machine sprang to life, its screen started flashing with a dizzying array of numbers.
Then, as quickly as it had started, the machine fell silent.
The transaction was complete.
Seven million dollars. Paid in full.
"Transaction completed"