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"But sir, that's a huge deal," the manager said while pushing up his glasses, as he was stressed out.

" And? I don't care about that. Just tell them to leave the building. Let me see their lease contract. Jack said as he smiled at the manager to calm him down.

"Yes, sir, here it is." The manager ran to his desk and gave Jack a file that had an agreement with the previous owner, and the agreement is ending this month.

"Read paragraph number 13," Jack said as he pointed at the file. He tried to give the manager the file, but the manager gestured for him to keep the file, and he pulled out another copy from his cupboard.

"The thirteenth clause states: The lease is valid until December 31, 2024. After that, the owner may either issue a new lease contract or provide the lessee with one month's notice to vacate the building." The manager read the clause with utmost seriousness.

"Yes, I chose the second option: give them a month's time and let them leave," Jack said smilingly as he looked towards the group of lawyers seated there with their mouths open.

"It's a hundred million deal," the manager reminded Jack again.

"Do I look like I need a hundred million? I'll open a hotel here myself," Jack said as he smiled; he was planning on opening a business anyway, so why not start on his building?

"Sir? You're going to open a restaurant yourself?" The manager asked; he was going through tough times in the building as the new owner was very weird.

"Yes, I'll do that. When I've free time, just get them to leave my building ASAP," Jack said, as he didn't like the way they treated Jack when he wanted a suite there.

"Alright, Sir, I'll give them a one-month notice," the manager said. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he looked like he grew a backbone all of a sudden.

The previous owner was an old man who always used to talk politely with the hotel lessee, but this new owner, who was young, didn't even care about the hotel, as the previous owner behaved softly with the lessee; he also had to behave a little cowardly.

"Alright, I'll take my leave. Tell them that I said, 'Fuck off.'" Jack said casually, then stood up from his seat to leave the room.

As he reached the door before exiting the room, he looked back at the manager, who was still as confused as ever, but his back looked straight.

"What's your salary?" Jack asked, as he looked at the poor manager, who looked tired from overworking.

"78K per year package, including Silver Health Insurance," the manager reported honestly.

"Alright, come with me and lock the office," Jack said, intending to give the manager a chance to get to know him better.

"Yes, sir," the manager said as he gave the lawyers a formal farewell while Jack and Clark waited in front of a glass where one can look to Manhattan, the busy road's many people.

"Sir, I am done." The manager came running. He was wearing a bronze-colored suit and a black-colored shirt.

"Alright, come," Jack said, then nodding his head, he went down the building from the private elevator.

"So you get about 78K? Tomorrow, the first thing you'll do is rewrite your contract," Jack said smilingly.

"Sir?" the manager said shakily, fearing that the new owner might change the terms and reduce his pay even further.

"Make that 78K, two hundred thousand. I'll even throw in a gold health insurance plan if one exists. Plus, you'll have an additional 200K budget to run that small office of yours. Hire some employees and don't overwork yourself," Jack said as they descended on the ground floor.

"Seriously?" The manager asked, as he looked at the towering Jack and muscular Clark.

"Yes, seriously, I hate it when my employees get paid less, Buddy. Enjoy yourself and work for me, please," Jack said politely, as he was grateful to the people who are making his life easy.

"Alright, Sir, thank you very much." The manager was following Jack while Jack was going to his hotel.

"You see this hotel? I am staying in suite number 6. Come tomorrow with the contract; I'll sign it. I wanted to stay at the Oman hotel, but they refused me for some reason, saying this Jack left with Clark.

"So that's why." The manager now understood why the new owner was so angry at the Oman Hotel.

"It's their bad luck, I guess," the manager muttered, now realizing what Jack had done. The brand that was once thriving in Jack's building would lose all its value if they left. Nobody would care about them anymore, especially with reservations already set for next year.

Thinking of this, the manager smiled cheekily; he was trying to copy Jack's confident and cheeky smile.

The manager directly went to the hotel; even the waiters were looking at him with a mocking gaze as he was always sweating in front of the director of the hotel.

"I'd like to meet with your director, please," Jordan, the manager, said to the receptionist, who was on the phone and ignored his request.

Jordan just outright went inside the hotel, as he has visited this hotel many times, and he knows where the director's seat is.

Jordan knocked on the white door that was labeled "Director."

"Come in," a voice came in Jordan's ear.

As Jordan entered the room, he saw the director casually swinging in his executive chair, looking completely relaxed.

"Oh!! It's the building manager, Son. How was it? Did your new owner agree to our demands? We have a new demand. Our chairman has said you should also provide for the parking cleaning facilities, the director said, as he was comfortably demanding everything the hotel owners wanted.

"Yeah, about that," Jordan said with a smile on his face.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"About what?" The director's smile froze seeing the smile on Jordan's face as he had never seen a smile on this man before.

"We're not leasing the building again, so the building owner said, 'Fuck off.'" Jordan smilingly said.

"What did you say???!!!!"

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