A little bit of sin Chapter 17.1

Every author has their silly moments and mixed up moment when it comes to writing a book.

I've never professed to be a perfect writer and when i say this is a live story, I mean it with every truth bone in my body.

You're seeing creativty come to the page every passing pay and the fact that i'm able to bring it about so vividly even find amazing.

thank you from the bottom of my writing soul that you've stayed with colin and syn so long.

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Instead of going back to Grace’s place, she decided to swing by the place the man said Colin wanted to buy.

Noting that she knew the real estate firm handling this, she had to stand on her tiptoes to look through the lobby of the place. From the look of it, she could assess it needed a lot of renovation.
Calling the contact person, she said sweetly, “Hello Taylor, your cousin is still making you do the west coast investment property division for his company instead of promoting you to vice president?”

Taylor Bellini recognized the voice right away. “Hello there, stranger and yes that ass is, but of course I’ve employed a killer team that moves the property just fine despite this economy. He’ll see he’s wrong as hell to even think of hiring outside of the company and promote me sooner or later.”

“We’re talking about Dalton Bellini. That man is evil upon evil.”

“I think if he took a look at your face, he’d think about settling down,” Taylor said. “Matter of
fact, you’d be perfect for him.”

“Do you hate me? Is that why you would make that outlandish suggestion?!” she exasperated.
Taylor chuckled. “I think an intoxicating female could keep him busy and away from business.”

“And after he chews me up and spits me out, then what am I going to do?”

“Haven’t thought that far in the plan,” Taylor said.

“I heard the rumors about him scoping out Frederick Patterson. I’ve seen the list of his accomplishments and I can say the man certainly has the qualifications.”

“I have qualifications up the ass too and I’m family. My father or Dalton has never hired outside of the company before and you know Dalton would only do it to spite the hell out of me.” Taylor was getting herself upset, but she calmed down and asked, “What can I help you for, Synthia?”

“I’m looking at this building under one of your subsidies.” She rattled off the address. “It’s in the process of being sold?”

“Hold on.”

Synthia could hear the clicking of a keyboard and she looked around the neighborhood. There were some eyes being drawn to her, but she didn’t look like she wanted to be bothered for the moment. She had met Taylor at a business conference and somehow they had hit it off famously.
Taylor had a little of that too honesty streak with people. Since Synthia’s clients often loved to invest in real estate as well, they talked several times a year. Plus Taylor found lots of business people that really needed Synthia’s personal financial management services.

“Here it is,” Taylor said as if she had unearthed a treasure. “Old, but still structurally, from the
pictures and reports, in good condition. Reggie has a special on this. Seems that some guy there wants this place real bad, because Reg has refused offers from others, but in his notes he thinks the money might be sketchy.”

“Sketchy? You mean the loan might fall through?”

“It’s fallen through about three times. No collateral on the interested, nothing!” There was more clicking with Taylor’s perfectly manicured nails. “Reg’s notes stated that someone came to co-sign on the loan. A Ms. Vera Barlett.” She rattled off the address, which was right next door to the garage.

Looking in that direction, she saw an older black woman with a kind concern face looking right
back at her out the window. “How much is this building?” she questioned.

“You really aren’t thinking about buying that piece of junk, are you? What the hell are you going to do with a garage?”

“It’s an investment.”

“Bullshit.”

“You sound like your cousins and brothers, Taylor. You really need to hang out around more woman.”

“Bullshit, Syn. What’s this about?”



A little bit of sin won't hurt Chapter 17.1 (c) Sylvia Hubbard. All Rights Reserved.

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