I Breathe Euro

Chapter 90: Planning On buying an Island.

Jack took a chair from nearby and sat beside Emma. Emma smiled and held Jack's hand.

Both of them looked at the clouds from the glass walls in the living room; it was nice sometimes to look at the clouds and be immersed in it.

They didn't talk; only held hands and relaxed. Their moment was disrupted when Emma's mother came into the living room, and seeing them together, she cried a little.

Her noise broke Jack and Emma's trance; Jack then smiled and got up and helped Emma; he took her to her room.

Emma in the room was quiet, as if wanting to say something but was not sure how to say it.

"Tell me, I know you want to say something," Jack said while taking Emma in his arms and placing her in the bed.

" C...Can I sleep with you tonight?" As it was noon, Emma asked, blushingly.

"Alright," Jack smiled and said.

"F...from tomorrow, I have to walk for some time. Can you help me?" Emma asked; she was hopeful Jack would agree.

"Sure, I'll help you walk. I'll grab your hand; you can use me as your stick replacement," Jack said this and laughed.

Emma also laughed and saw her mother peeking through the door; she blushed.

"My parents are not bothering you, are they?" Emma asked suddenly.

"Neh, parents are a blessing; I don't have them." Jack smiled; his smile was so beautiful, Emma's face turned red.

"Can you beat me a little?"

Emma said very quietly.

"What?" Jack asked; he had heard what Emma just said, but he was doubting his own ears.

"Nothing, hehe," Emma smiled.

Jack tapping on her head, left the room; seeing Emma's mother entering Emma's room, Jack smiled and then left.

Jack then went downstairs, lit a cigarette, coughed hard for five minutes, then came back to his apartment and locked himself in the PC room.

His new goal was to make a laboratory, a laboratory that he would work on, so he researched and thought it would be best to buy an island.

Without a personal island, I can't make a laboratory that will provide me enough room to experiment.

Jack wanted to have his personal island to make his laboratory; Jack's knowledge would be rotting if he didn't invent things.

Then Jack wanted to call the fatty in the Philippines, but remembered the fatty died, then he called the local real estate agency.

"Hello, this is Herman Private Real Estate Agency. How can we help you?" The person in the was a woman.

"Yes, do you have any private islands for sale?" Jack asked as casually as he could be with it.

"Island? No sir, we're only a local agency that sells apartments. We can give you a better place to get such things. The women very politely suggested somewhere else.

"Tell me the name of that company," Jack asked.

" It's Reimann, Reimann Real Estate; they sell expensive real estate in Germany," the woman said.

Jack remembered Yana's family was called Reimann, but ending the call, he called Reimann Real Estate anyway.

"Hello, this is Reimann Real Estate. What can we do for you?" An old voice came from the phone; although it was old, the voice was trusted. You can trust this guy-type voice.

"I need an island. Do you have some?" Jack asked.

"Yes, we do. What's your budget? Or where do you want it, and in which size?" Old man questioned.

"I need somewhere a little high above sea level and around 500 acres; near Germany would be good," Jack made his demands.

"Let me check; I'll take five minutes of your time." Old man said, then there were typing sounds.

"Sir, Germany does not have available listings. We have a listing from Portugal, but the whole island is a jungle. There is simply no development at all, and the size is two thousand acres." The old man confidently said.

" And Price? How much is it?" Jack asked.

"Sir, as the place is not that developed and the Portuguese government is selling it personally, it won't cost you much, only 750,000,000€. We'll take about 10,000,000€ for doing all the paperwork." The old man said that while he was looking at some papers, he didn't have any hope someone would buy such a thing.

"Alright, I want this island. What should I do?" Jack decided to buy this island in Portugal; it was not that far, and it was big enough for him to make a huge laboratory and private airstrip.

"Sir?" The old man couldn't believe someone just agreed on their price; the customer usually negotiates.

"I asked, I am interested. What should I do?" Jack repeated.

"Y...yes, just bring your identity card with you; we'll do the rest." The old man gulped and was happy because if this deal follows through, the old man will get 10% of the total company's profit.

Jack then asked where the office was. The old man gave Jack an address.

"Alright, I'll come tomorrow," Jack said; he wanted an island as soon as possible.

"Yes, sir." The old man felt happy; even though this was a prank call, it made him a little happy.

Jack, after finishing his today's task, went to his room and watched some news; he saw his website was still on the news.

Jack, shaking his head, ate his lunch and took Emma to the nearest park. As the winter was almost there, Jack was wearing some thick clothes, and even Emma was wearing a muffler.

As Jack was walking and pushing Emma's wheelchair, he saw a person who was wearing a hood in the corner of the park.

Jack, looking at the person, smiled, then stopped pushing the wheelchair. Then he tapped on Emma's shoulder and pointed at the corner of the park and whispered in her ear.

"Seeing them? They sell drugs; don't go near there if you're alone," Jack warned Emma.

Emma, like a baby, nodded her head. She was not a pushover; if they came at her with drugs, she'd punish them herself.