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The Finder

... others with these special interests.

Cutting to the chase dear boy is that after each extremely financial rewarding deal I expect you to help me with these activities, the first time you no longer wish to will be our last business venture together."

I opened the images and holy fuck what a property, he listed all the facts and figures then signed off "Crispin x."

Christ this was blackmail surely, but I reasoned that I could do this deal, walk away thirty grand richer and be done with it.

Picking up my phone I scrolled through and found the entry I needed, hit call and waited.

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So that dear reader brings us back to the present day standing in front of the magnificent property with my clients who seemed quite excited to say the least. I assured them that yes it was within their budget, opened the imposing door and walked into the future.

The viewing went like a breeze, it certainly ticked all the boxes, each room we entered was met by a mild expletive or quiet gasp. The huge master bedroom with the view of the lawn and lake had them gazing from the full windows for at least ten minutes and when we returned after a brief tour of the grounds and annexe I was sure I had them where I needed them.

"And that" I concluded with a flourish "is about it, if you want to talk regarding possibly purchasing the property the vendors agent should be waiting for us in the kitchen."

They both retreated and ...

... with heads bowed started an earnest discussion which made it painfully clear that at this point in time Mrs wanted the house probably more than she wanted her husband.

Early in my career an older colleague said to me "Husbands don't buy houses, wives do."

Returning to me with a nod I led them through to the pre arranged meeting spot, looking immaculate as ever stood Crispin with an opened bottle of Bollinger and four cut glass flutes.

"Crispin, may I introduce Rupert and Camilla."

He stood and beamed his trademark smile, approached and warmly shook hands.

"Please come and sit, tell me what you think of the place."

As he expertly poured the drinks Camilla enthused over the merits of the house as her husband shifted uncomfortably in his seat until he couldn't stay silent any longer.

"How much?" he barked at Crispin, he really was a rude prick.

Crispin's demeanour suddenly changed, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the paperwork in front of him.

Slowly he lifted his head and began.

"Sir, the house goes on the market with a local agent on Monday priced at 3.4 million, I am reliably informed that they have three or four extremely interested parties all in very sound financial positions. Today is Thursday and it is my task to find a cash buyer, if possible, prior to midnight on Sunday to avoid the extra estate agency costs and hassle that this entails."

His words were hitting Rupert like machine gun bullets almost pushing him back in his seat.

"My ...