• Bachelor is lured into a real estate deal that leaves his bank manager worried
Diary,
I’ve heard men complain of women who eat fare and never show up on a date. What about a woman who nearly cleans out your bank account?
I met her at a quiet restaurant, where I had gone for a late lunch. Less than 10 patrons in the place, one of them a woman who sat alone at a corner. Halfway through my pan-seared steak with garlic butter, the woman sidled over to my table.
“May I sit with you?” she said.
I looked around, as if to say options are aplenty.
“There’s a creepy guy over that table who keeps winking at me,” she said, looking ready to pee herself. “He’s making gestures like either he wants to have sex with me or stab me to death. I don’t fancy either.”
“It’s a free country,” I said.
She sat. “My name is Ember. Are you a doctor?”
“What gave me away, the scrubs?”
“It’s a stupid question, I know.”
“I could be a serial killer who likes scrubs.”
Like all nice conversations, that’s how it started. All the while, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. No wonder the other guy was making gestures. Eventually, our talk went onto real estate since Ember was a certified agent and she had prime property she could show me if I didn’t mind seeing her for a second time. As if!
The said property was a partially developed plot in Upper Hill. Talk of prime, right? She introduced me to the workers, who knew her well, showed me the plans for the finished construction, all the permits and finally the title deed. All that remained was for me to put out a handsome downpayment, pay the rest in instalments as construction went on.
And that’s exactly what I did. My bank manager asked me if I was out of my mind, I told him to sod off and fork over my money, which I then handed over to Ember, who then disappeared off the face of the earth. I went back to “my” property, only to find a set of new workers, new owners and security personnel with a bull mastiff the size of a cow, which didn’t like me one bit.
As I stood there at the gate, the dog giving me a look like he wanted me to be his supper that day, I wondered how I could get in touch with the guy from the restaurant, the one who made those gestures. And I prayed that when I meet him, his gestures will have meant he wanted to kill the cold-hearted b**ch for both our sakes.