How far are you willing to go for your obsession? For me, Bianca Dawson, the answer was farther than I ever thought possible. Jude Bellingham wasn't just a football star; he was my idol. I was prepared to do anything just to have him.
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As I sat in the back of the sleek, black Mercedes, my mind was entirely focused on the upcoming brunch. This was no ordinary meal; it was the combination of months of negotiations, late-night strategy sessions, and endless patience.
Today, I was meeting with the executives of Darven Holdings, one of the largest real estate investment firms in Europe. If I could get them to sign on the dotted line, it would be the deal of the year for Dawson Enterprises—and a major victory for me personally.
My father had doubted my ability to close this deal, and that doubt kept me up at nights because I know I could do it, I've been working on this for months, today was the day I'd know if it was all for nothing. Today, I was determined to prove him wrong.
The car weaved through the busy streets toward the upscale neighborhood of Westchester. We were headed to the exclusive Villa Magna Hotel, a place where the elite of the city dined and dealt. The restaurant's private dining room was reserved for us a sign of just how important this meeting was.
My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw it was my assistant. I quickly answered.
"Sir, I just wanted to go over a few things before you get there," he said, his voice calm but urgent. "This meeting is critical, as you know. Darven Holdings has been playing hard to get, and we need to ensure everything is perfect."
"I know," I replied, keeping my voice steady even though the pressure was mounting. "What's the latest?"
"Well, you're meeting with Oliver Smith and Elena Garcia—both of them are key decision-makers. Oliver's the CFO, and Elena's the Head of Acquisitions. They're known for being tough but fair. If we play our cards right, we can secure their investment in our new commercial real estate project in Lisbon."
I nodded, "Good. What do we know about their interests? Anything we can use to our advantage?"
"Actually, yes," Miguel said with a hint of excitement. "They're huge football fans—Real Madrid, to be specific. I say you rent luxury suite -
"Real Madrid?" I interrupted.
"Y-yes sir" He said as if he was wondering if that would be an issue.
"My sister is dating a player on that team Jude Bellingham" I said.
"I know sir" He said shyly, "that's not just any player that's one of their biggest players. Not only for the team but in the world. If you could arrange for them to meet him, meet the team, again maybe even offer a luxury suite at one of the upcoming games, it could be the tipping point."
I smirked. This was perfect. "That's a brilliant idea. I'll bring it up if the moment is right. It's not uncommon to rent out these type of places. That should definitely sweeten them up."
