The Desperate Salesman
Discover a delightful journey through each chapter, full of suspense and unexpected twists to keep you engaged!
01
San Francisco is not just a city but a kingdom of power. Its skyline is the living proof of the men who had built their thrones out of steel, glass, and blood. The twenty-first century belonged to those who understood one fundamental truth…
02
The Italian afternoon hung thick with golden light, seeping into the skin and warming the bones. The sun perched high above the terracotta rooftops, illuminating the narrow alleyways where life pulsed with unhurried patterns…
03
Charlie had come a long way since stepping into the high-octane world of finance, but the grind never stopped. He had become a fixture in the firm, the type of prodigy whose name was dropped casually in the halls…
04
The bar’s parking lot stretched beneath a bruised sky, the sun sinking low enough to turn the clouds into streaks of muted purple and gray. It was just after 6 PM, and the light softened, leaving a heavy stillness in the air…
05
The office was tuned with the everyday buzz of corporate precision. The large glass walls reflected a perfect view of the city. Inside, desks, all in perfect alignment, were scattered with silver laptops, neatly organized files, and pens that seemed to…
06
Kelly Ronson sat forward, elbows planted on the glass edge of his desk. His back was hunched just slightly, but not from age or concentration. His eyes, normally unreadable behind their usual glint of controlled charisma, had narrowed.
07
Friday morning had a rare kind of charm. The midyear wave of not-so-cold air had been surfing through the roads of the Lion City. The sky was clear, dressed in a soft shade of blue, and the sunlight spilled over the city like a warm promise…
08
The corporate world didn’t just evolve. It mutated. Once upon a time, business was about grit and innovation. Steel mills, leather shoes, sweat-soaked handshakes, and a hundred thousand hopeful hearts pounding through New York, Tokyo, London, and Shanghai boardrooms…
09
The ashtray dangled an overflowing bowl of grey dust and bent filters on the glass nightstand. A fresh line of smoke curled upward, lazy and slow, drifting through the stagnant air like it had nowhere better to be…
