Me and Michael had walked to the bus stop in the scorching sun ,and had gotten separate cabs as I headed back to the hotel.
"I definitely need to get him a car," I uttered to myself during the cab ride.
When I got to the hotel I got on the computer and searched for houses on sale on the internet.
After surfing for a while, I came across one I really liked and it cost around $1.5 million. The number for the real estate agent was there, and I copied it out and dialed it.
Millionaires of my time didn't really live in such mansions, with my knowledge I knew they owned real estate companies and would live in one of the houses owned by these companies, and would still pay for rent.
The idea of rent didn't sit well with me, I wanted this place as an asset and I would get it.
The phone rang for a while before it was picked, and I could hear the voice of a lady on the other side.
