Sir Bronton had to leave to go meet with the man who had promised him his daughter. First things first he had to attend to the old man in his office.
"Are you here to see my grandfather?" Bronton asked as he looked at Old Prisley.
"No. Actually I am here to see the person in charge." Old Prisley said.
"I am in charge. My grandfather is incapacitated at the moment. So how can I help you?"
"I am here in regards to the diner. I was told that the Brontons was interested in buying it. I have been waiting for the agent to come get me, we were supposed to come together, but after one hour I figured that maybe she had forgotten aboute so I decided to come on my own." Old Prisley explained.
"Ooh, I have been waiting for the agent too, seems she is a no-show. There is nothing to worry about though, we can finish the transaction here, now. After all you are the owner of the diner, am I correct?" Bronton asked.
"Yes. Yes I am the owner." Old Prisley said.
"Good. Now this is going to be a quick business. I am already late for another meeting. She tolde the diner is a bit worn out. Not to worry, I have everything intentional of making something beautiful out of it. We had already agreed on the price."
"Right. She told me you were offering two hundred and fifty thousand." Old Prisley said.
"Yes, that is what I am offering." Bronton said.
"I am afraid I cannot take that amount." Old Prisley said as he rubbed his hands together.
"Why? Is it too little? I can add fifty thousand. I really need the land for my project."
"It is too much sir. The diner is really worn out. I do not want to steal from you." Old Prisley said.
"As I said, I am going to tear down technically the whole diner so no need to worry about it condition." Bronton reassured him.
"I know. How about we do this, you come to the diner with me and see for yourself then you can decide. I need the money but I am not going to steal from you."Old Prisley argued.
"Okay, that is not a bad idea. We can pass by as I go to my next appointment." Bronton said as he packed up. He put the cheque book inside his briefcase and called his secretary to push Old Prisley to the elevator.
Old Prisley gave him the directions to the exact location of the diner as he knew the area but not the exact location. Bronton examined the area in which the diner had been built on. The neighbouring areas had little shops with bells at the entrance. It was peaceful and his business would do good.
"I like it. In fact I will add fifty on top of the two fifty." Bronton said to Old Prisley.
"Actually I have a request. I do not know what you want to turn the diner into, but I have two young adults who really need a job. They were working for me at the diner but now that I am closed, they have nothing to do. So if you could give them work, it would really make me more happier than the additional fifty thousand." Old Prisley had to look out for Maisse and Vik. They had been amazing to him and had really helped a lot in the diner despite the little wage they got.
"I will think about it. You can give my secretaries their contacts. I will contact them after I am back from my trip."
"Thank you very much. I will really appreciate it if you consider them and give them work." Old Prisley said.
"No worries. I have got to go. Kindly come to the office tomorrow morning for the signing." Bronton said as he entered the car.
"I will. Thank you very much." Old Prisley said. He had to call Maisse and Vik and tell them the good news. He knew it was not a guaranteed job but at least there was hope.
Old Prisley had been worried when the agent had failed to show up for their appointment. He had waited for over one hour at the diner. Going to Bronton Enterprise had been a good idea. Bronton was not such a bad person. Now Old Prisley could feel at ease, he would go home, eat the home made lunch prepared by one of his daughters and take care of his lovely wife.
The pub was noisy, Bronton thought as he entered the dimly lit room. It was also full, which was a wonder considering the fact that it was not yet lunch. When did these people work? They were here, drinking at midway without care. There was a mixture of laughter, loud music, some drunk was crying at a corner while holding a bottle of something Bronton could not see. There were fewer women compared to men.
Bronton knew where to find him; at the gambling area. There were two tables, each of them had fifteen seats. All those seats were occupied by both women and men, young and old. The music was a bit low here compared to other areas, but the players still had to shout to be heard. He found him at the first table. He tapped him and he turned his face up.
"Ooh, it is you." He said as he stood up from the table. "I fold." He said to the group of drunks he had been playing with.
"Come on man, the game was getting good." One of the players complained.
He ignored them and followed Bronton hurriedly. This was more important than the game of cards they had just started playing at the table.
"We can speak here." He said when they reached the backdoor.
"No, there is too much noise. We can speak in my car. It is by the entrance." Bronton said.
"Okay. Lead the way."
They entered the car. Bronton wished he had sent his assistant to deal with this matter. It was too personal to involve other people. Besides he did not want anybosy to know that he was 'buying' a wife. The tabloids would burst with gossip. He did not care about the tabloids though, he just did not want them in his personal business.
"Did you talk to her" Bronton asked.
"Yes I did. In fact, she is ready and willing to marry you as long as you buy her a house." He said.
"That can be arranged. So when can I meet her?" Bronton asked.
"Over the weekend. She is at work now." He said.
"That will have to wait until I come back from Clevirland. I thought I could meet her today." Bronton said. He had to travel and finalise the project he was doing back home. He was also thinking of moving back here to take care of his grandfather.
"That is okay by me. You could leave me something small to help her prepare for when you come back. I mean she needs a new dress and money to make her hair." He said.
"Okay." Bronton said as he fished out was of cash from his pocket and gave it to him without counting. "I hope that will be enough for whatever preparations she need to do. We will talk about the wedding when I come back."
"Thank you. I will give it to her." Bronton did not have to know that his daughter was being forced to get married. He was selling off his daughter and he did not care.
"Okay. Take care. And not a word to anybody else." Bronton warned.
"Yes sir. You too. See you when you get back." He was still running his fingers through the cash when Bronton's driver drove off.
The party was just getting started, he thought as he walked back to the counter.
"Get me something cold." He told the bartender. He was now ready to beat his fellow drunkards at the cards game.
His daughter would have to get married to Bronton. He had researched about him and found out that they had several companies within the country and a few out of the country. They were filthy rich, that means he could live off her if he wanted. He was going to milk him to the best of his ability.
Bronton had to get to the airport in the morning so he passed by the office before going home. He had to talk to his secretary before leaving for the day. He had finished his appointments for the day and just wanted to get home, shower and go spend some time with his grandfather.
"Drop me by the office first." Bronton said.
"Okay sir Bronton." The driver said as he slowed down at the entrance.
He found the secretary deeply buried in papers. He gave her the instructions and what to do with Old Prisley. That was after signing his part of the contract.
"Ah, my boy. I thought you were not going to come." Senior Bronton said with difficulty.
"How could I not visit you? You are my only living relative. Also I am traveling back to Clevirland tomorrow morning to finalize the project I told you about." Bronton said as he sat on the chair by his grandfather's bed.
"Okay. That is good news. When are you coming back?" His grandfather asked.
"After one week. I will make sure to call you everyday without fail. I also came to give you the good news."
"Did you get back with that model girlfriend of yours? Are you getting married?" Senior Bronton asked.
"I am getting married alright but not to her. We broke up and are not getting back together." Bronton said. The only person he talked to about his life was his grandfather. The gossip tabloids knew nothing about him apart from the Bronton businesses they had. And he wanted to keep it that way. In fact he hoped the girl he was marrying was not the type that loved social media or gossip. He wanted to keep his life on the low.
"Okay, who is it?" His grandfather asked.
"You will see her when I introduce her to you next week. How are you doing today?" Bronton brushed off that question like that.
"The doctor said I am improving. I think he is just trying to make me feel better about myself because I feel the same way I was feeling yesterday; nothing, I am just numb from the medicine."
"I am sorry about that."
"Don't be, I have live my life to the fullest. I just want to die without any fuss."