noticed Danny driving up in his pickup truck. He jumped out of his car to greet him. “I thought you would have bought a new car by now,” Alex mocked, as the two men shook hands.
“The pickup truck is getting me around just fine. I don’t need nothing fancy,” he said, nodding his head in the direction of the Maserati. “Hell, I’d have to buy a new wardrobe if I bought a car like that.”
Alex looked Danny over—same outfit as last time; jeans, boots, and that country-ass cowboy hat. “You really could use a new wardrobe,” Alex suggested, after doing a final inspection on his attire.
“What I got on is fine. Some people spend money on the wrong things,” Danny said, brushing Alex’s suggestion off.
“So whose car is it? I’ve seen those custom rims before.”
“The architect you saw a few weeks ago at the other property.”
Alex had to think back for a second. “Oh yeah, the one with the personalized tags on the red Porsche. I remember meeting him. He said he could design me and Tierney a custom home. Seemed like a nice guy. I still have his card.”
“Yeah Milton is a nice man and he’s done very well for himself.”
“So why did you wanna meet?”
“Well, I wanted to show you this home.”
“Why?” Alex inquired.
“Because this is another investment opportunity.”
“I’ve given you as much as I’m going to give you right now,” Alex said adamantly. Danny laughed and lit a cigarette. “I didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t smoke much. But I’m trying to phase ‘em all the way out of my life. Hell, if I don’t, they’re gonna phase me out of life.”
“That’s for damn sure.” Alex took a step back and fanned the smoke away. Danny dropped the cigarette and stomped it out.
“What I was trying to say was that this is more of a short-term goal.”
“Give me the details.”
“This house is going to sell for a million dollars, but I happen to know they are about to build a highway in the area and this house will probably be worth 1.5 mil in a year or so.”
“A year ain’t short-term to me.”
“Alex, buy the house, and I swear to you, you’ll be able to sell three months after you close for 1.3 million dollars. You’ll walk away with three hundred thousand dollars.”
“I don’t have another million dollars to give you.”
“You can finance. Give me a hundred thousand. I’ll get you financed for the rest. Once you sell, you’ll walk away with a very nice profit.”
“Are you sure?”
“Trust me.”
“So all I need to give you is a hundred thousand?”
“Yes, and I’ll get you a loan.”
The architect stepped out of the house and waved at Danny before jumping into the Maserati. He was a black man that appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. When he got to the edge of the driveway, he stopped and rolled down the window. “The door is open if you still want to take a look inside.”
“Hey, I think I will,” Alex replied.
“Great. By the way, how’s everything going with you? I remember meeting you awhile back.”
“Everything’s good. I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve done with this place.”
“Let me know what you think,” the architect said, before speeding off.
“So he designed this house. So far I’m impressed,” Alex stated coolly,
“Make that the entire subdivision,” Danny stated.
The home resembled a mini castle. What the architect was able to accomplish with his talent made Alex feel proud to be a black man. “Damn, he’s good.”
“The best in Atlanta. He flies all over the world designing homes for the rich and famous. Just got back from Ireland after designing a chateau for a couple over there.”
“That’s why he’s able to drive a Maserati?”
“Exactly!”
“I’m surprised he remembered me.”
“You and your girlfriend must’ve left an impression.”
“Tierney,” Alex said under his breath, as a feeling of sadness overcame him for a brief
“The pickup truck is getting me around just fine. I don’t need nothing fancy,” he said, nodding his head in the direction of the Maserati. “Hell, I’d have to buy a new wardrobe if I bought a car like that.”
Alex looked Danny over—same outfit as last time; jeans, boots, and that country-ass cowboy hat. “You really could use a new wardrobe,” Alex suggested, after doing a final inspection on his attire.
“What I got on is fine. Some people spend money on the wrong things,” Danny said, brushing Alex’s suggestion off.
“So whose car is it? I’ve seen those custom rims before.”
“The architect you saw a few weeks ago at the other property.”
Alex had to think back for a second. “Oh yeah, the one with the personalized tags on the red Porsche. I remember meeting him. He said he could design me and Tierney a custom home. Seemed like a nice guy. I still have his card.”
“Yeah Milton is a nice man and he’s done very well for himself.”
“So why did you wanna meet?”
“Well, I wanted to show you this home.”
“Why?” Alex inquired.
“Because this is another investment opportunity.”
“I’ve given you as much as I’m going to give you right now,” Alex said adamantly. Danny laughed and lit a cigarette. “I didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t smoke much. But I’m trying to phase ‘em all the way out of my life. Hell, if I don’t, they’re gonna phase me out of life.”
“That’s for damn sure.” Alex took a step back and fanned the smoke away. Danny dropped the cigarette and stomped it out.
“What I was trying to say was that this is more of a short-term goal.”
“Give me the details.”
“This house is going to sell for a million dollars, but I happen to know they are about to build a highway in the area and this house will probably be worth 1.5 mil in a year or so.”
“A year ain’t short-term to me.”
“Alex, buy the house, and I swear to you, you’ll be able to sell three months after you close for 1.3 million dollars. You’ll walk away with three hundred thousand dollars.”
“I don’t have another million dollars to give you.”
“You can finance. Give me a hundred thousand. I’ll get you financed for the rest. Once you sell, you’ll walk away with a very nice profit.”
“Are you sure?”
“Trust me.”
“So all I need to give you is a hundred thousand?”
“Yes, and I’ll get you a loan.”
The architect stepped out of the house and waved at Danny before jumping into the Maserati. He was a black man that appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. When he got to the edge of the driveway, he stopped and rolled down the window. “The door is open if you still want to take a look inside.”
“Hey, I think I will,” Alex replied.
“Great. By the way, how’s everything going with you? I remember meeting you awhile back.”
“Everything’s good. I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve done with this place.”
“Let me know what you think,” the architect said, before speeding off.
“So he designed this house. So far I’m impressed,” Alex stated coolly,
“Make that the entire subdivision,” Danny stated.
The home resembled a mini castle. What the architect was able to accomplish with his talent made Alex feel proud to be a black man. “Damn, he’s good.”
“The best in Atlanta. He flies all over the world designing homes for the rich and famous. Just got back from Ireland after designing a chateau for a couple over there.”
“That’s why he’s able to drive a Maserati?”
“Exactly!”
“I’m surprised he remembered me.”
“You and your girlfriend must’ve left an impression.”
“Tierney,” Alex said under his breath, as a feeling of sadness overcame him for a brief
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