CHAPTER EIGHT: REFUSED
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Nikki watches her step downstairs, hesitant to approach them, but she needs to talk to the person interested in buying the land. She closely studied these men's faces. Her work and training educated her and equipped her with knowledge about distinguishing a person's motive, and she could sense that they were dangerous people.
"Good afternoon, Miss Lindsey."
The man who stood as the leader greeted her politely. But she doesn't like the way he smiles.
"Pleasant afternoon, Mr. Hale, if I am not mistaken?"
"Yes, I am. Brandon Hale." He stretched his hand toward Nikki. "But you can call me Brandon, and you need not be precise with me."
She doesn't like to accept his hand, but she doesn't want to be rude. And so it obliged her to handshake Brandon Hale.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Brandon."
