CHAPTER 20

As Bobby finalized the deal to sell his father's multimillion-dollar warehouse in the south, a sense of triumph swirled within him. The buyer, a wealthy real estate mogul named Mr. Richards, sat across from him in Bobby's plush office, his expression one of eager anticipation.

"So, Mr. Duke," Mr. Richards began, his voice oozing with confidence. "I must say, this warehouse of yours is quite the gem. I've been eyeing it for months, waiting for the right opportunity to make my move."

Bobby leaned back in his leather chair, a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'm glad you see its value, Mr. Richards," he replied smoothly. "It's been in my family for generations, but I've decided it's time to part ways with it."

Mr. Richards nodded approvingly, his eyes gleaming with greed. "Well, you won't regret it, Mr. Duke," he declared. "I have big plans for this property, and with your signature on the dotted line, they're about to become a reality."