I Breathe Euro

"Can you convert 1 million euros?" Jack asked; he wanted to know if Mr. Smith can convert the money

"1 Million? Alright, it won't be a problem," Mr. Smith smilingly said.

"Alright, that's better. Come tomorrow with 1 million dollars in cash, and I'll give you 1 million euros; you take the extra." Jack said the rate of Euros and dollars was almost the same.

"Alright, Doctor, we'll take our leave for now. Amanda, say thank you." Mr. Smith left while still smiling politely at Jack.

"Dad, was it really necessary? He's just a boy my age," Amanda said as she walked out of the Plaza Hotel with her father. Her intentions were clear—she wanted to be with Jack and wanted nothing more for him.

"You don't understand how the world works, my daughter. He's a genius doctor, a doctor who has invented such a thing that he would be getting the Nobel this year, a mega genius," Mr. Smith said as he was walking towards the Crown Building in the bustling New York streets.

"Is he really that great?" Amanda asked, as she grew up in a town, she has mostly seen geniuses who top the class or skip one or two.

"Well, let's say great is not a word for him." Amanda's father then took her to Crown Building.

Jack, on the other hand, after saying farewell to Mr. Smith and Amanda, called Clark, as he also wanted to go and find that damn manager.

Clark came in within five minutes, as he was a very punctual man.

"Clark, Accompany me to the Crown Building; I need to find the manager of that building," Jack said.

"Yes, sir."

"Alright, it's a walking distance, so I won't take the car. Let's just walk there," Jack said; after all, he ate a heavy lunch, and walking after eating is good for you.

"So, Clark, do you have a family? I mean wife and stuff," Jack asked as they were walking on the street.

"Yes, a daughter. She's three. Her mother died after giving birth," Clark said, his tone a little heavy.

"Oh? Daughter? Where is she now?" Jack asked; he has held a baby in India, and it was a great feeling.

"Well, she mostly lives with my mother now in our hometown," Clark said.

"Why don't you get married again?" Kack asked; he wanted to know more about Clark before putting him into hell and making him a great soldier.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I don't want to. I loved my wife dearly all my life," Clark said honestly.

"Ah! So you're too sad to marry again?" Jack questioned.

"N...no. Actually, after marrying my girlfriend—the love of my life—I felt my love for her fading," Clark said, his anger evident. "She was always nitpicking everything I did, never appreciating my efforts. The constant arguments made me hate marriage. After two years, she had become nothing more than a quarrelsome gorilla."

"Is it that bad, huh?" Jack said in a hushed tone.

They entered the building; Clark was a little angry because he remembered his wife, and Jack was a little stumped.

Entering the building, Jack was confused where to look for the manager.

A security guard came in smilingly; he looked like an Indian person.

"Where do you want to go?" The security guard smilingly asked.

"Is there any office? For the building?" Jack asked as they were staring at the beautiful building.

"Yes, it's on the 8th floor. Take the elevator, but who are you?" The security guard asked, as he wanted to know who wanted to enter the building.

"He's the owner of this building," Clark said, as he was feeling angry for some reason and didn't have a place to vent it.

"Eh? Alright, you can go in. The security guard was stunned and then politely showed Jack his way.

After reaching the 8th floor, Jack glanced at the small corner office. Its modest size felt just right—any larger would have been wasteful, especially since he was rarely there. A manager only needed a simple space to rest and handle tasks.

Jack directly went there and knocked on the door; a person wearing glasses came out and looked confused.

"Who are you?" the manager asked; he looked like he was working very hard, and there were several people in that office.

"Jack Williams," Jack smilingly said.

"New Owner?" The manager asked in a tone, as he was confused and had never seen this unknown European billionaire.

"Exactly, I called you before, and you didn't answer," Jack said while he entered the room full of people who were wearing suits.

"Thank you for coming by." The manager suddenly was very enthusiastic about Jack's visit.

"Actually, our long-term lease with Oman Hotel is ending, and they were pressuring us to give them a new lease as soon as we can. That's why I've hired lawyers to find a better deal," the manager explained to Jack as Jack sat on the couch.

"So... Their lease has ended?" Jack said with an interest.

"Yes, they also want to pay less than last time," the manager said, as he was very concerned about this.

"Oh? They have such audacity?" Jack asked, In this prime location, can they negotiate with prices?

"Sir, they pay a hundred million dollars a year, almost double from the usual pricing, so they demand many things," the manager said, as he was concerned about losing out on Oman Hotel's great deal.

"So? How much do they want to pay? Ninety million?" Jack asked, looking amused with the manager, who was constantly sweating and getting really panicky.

"N...no, they want the deal in eighty million this time around," the manager said, as he was certain no other company would take the deal even at this price.

"Refuse them. Tell them we're not giving them any lease, and tell them to empty my building as soon as they can," Jack said, as he wanted such an opportunity to deal with the Oman Hotel, and the timing couldn't be more perfect.

"S...Sir?" The manager looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Yeah, you heard it right. Outright refuse them and make it as hard as you could," Jack said smilingly.