Lara I'm a hopeless salesperson. I couldn't sell a glass of water to a man dying of thirst in a desert. But by a strange quirk of fate, a mysterious Russian billionaire has requested that I personally represent him in the purchase of a property worth more than a hundred million dollars. I work for my father in his estate agency. The business is struggling financially and literally is on the verge of going under so this is a humongous deal for us. Closing this sale could change everything for the agency, and my father is really counting on me not to ruin the sale. My stomach is so twisted up in knots I feel almost sick as I prepare for the appointment. My hands shake with apprehension. Then the Russian arrives. Oh, my goodness I thought billionaires were supposed to look like Warren Buffet and George Soros? Fat, balding, wrinkled, and unattractive. This guy is nothing like I imagined. Nothing. He is what I imagined the devil would look like in a suit. Dark, tall, magnetic, commanding,