Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 257

I said, "Sounds perfect. I haven't had that in ages. Thanks, babe."

Just the mention of that old diner had my mouth watering. It was all about the fresh seafood. A bit of chili and dressing made it unbeatable, contrasting the modern fried and baked ones.

As we got into the car, the real estate agent ran out, panting, "Ms. Webster, Ms. Jackson, hold on a moment. The owner of the suite you checked yesterday morning got back to me. They're willing to lower the rent."

Christine asked, "Which one?"

"The office suite next door." The agent pointed across the street to the towering building.

The rent was steeper there, but Christine and I were taken with it, though we hadn't seriously considered making a move.

After exchanging a glance, Christine and I voiced our decline, "Let's pass. They probably won't drop it by much, and we can't spend that much on the rent right now."

"The owner is willing to drop it to this," the agent said, holding up a few fingers to indicate the number, "They mentioned the need to do a good deed after consulting with a psychic. It seems they're trying to bring some good karma their way."

Christine and I shared a bemused look. Such superstitious reasons left us both a bit puzzled.

On guard from earlier experiences, Christine asked, "We're not going to run into crazies like earlier, right?"

"No, no, the owner's too busy for that. Everything, even the contract signing, is done through courier. Nothing like today will happen again." The agent awkwardly smiled before pressing, "So, what do you say? If you're interested, I'll get the paperwork started."

"We'll take it." Finding a nice office space at the right price is rare, so I hesitated before asking, "Can we pay a deposit first? We'll gather the rest of the money as fast as possible."

Office spaces in this area were highly sought after, with rents typically paid annually. It was a significant amount.