Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 126

Francis turned to head to the driver’s seat.

“Mr. Zahn, wait! I’ll call Sunny right now and have him come over to show you the units!” Bill hurried forward to place a hand on the door. It wasn’t like he would come across fools like Carlisle every day. He

couldn’t let him get away!

up

He quickly called Sunny’s personal number. When the first call went unanswered, he followed with a

second. It still went unanswered.

Finally, someone answered on his seventh try. Sunny sounded cold as he asked, “Why are you still calling me, Bill?

Bill could sense Sunny’s anger even over the phone. He laughed ingratiatingly and said, “I was a fool earlier, Sunny. Hurry up and come back to work!”

Capable salespeople were gods to a company that required salesmen to stay afloat. As long as Sunny could close this deal with Carlisle, Bill was willing to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if

necessary.

After a moment of silence, Sunny asked, “Is Mr. Cig there?”

the contract with you!” Bill had deliberately stepped away from Carlisle and Francis when calling Sunny. He was now about 60 feet from them.

then sighed. “Fine. I’ll head over there right now.”

back there for the job. He just wanted to fulfill Carlisle’s need to purchase property. Since Carlisle had specifically

to let

about me firing

Sunny hung up and left the

crossed. Francis approached him after finishing a cigarette and tried to talk some sense into him again. “Boss, the property here has no room for appreciation.

“I’ve already th

through,” Carlisle turned to look at the dated

over his face.

the boss. You call the shots!” Francis shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn

this decision.”

word. He checked his watch and saw that half an hour had already passed. He would probably return to campus late, so he called Susan to let her know. She didn’t

and handed one each to Carlisle and Francis

Chapter 126

a smile, “What sort of business do

a game

really played games before. Hel knew that many people visited arcades in recent years,

too good an impression of

and glanced at the path Sunny had to take to get to the company. “It’s been ages. Why isn’t he

“There’s no rush. I’m

up at the end of the street while pushing his bicycle. It was a bout of bad luck–the chain had snapped while he’d been on

locked the bicycle and jogged over to Carlisle. Holding out a hand, he said, “Nice to meet you,