Free Harrison Towers, Memoirs of a Mogul (Glass Towers Trilogy) by Adler, Holt
behind us.
“So we are almost there, I hope we can beat the sun.”
“As long as it’s less than ten minutes away I think I will get my sunset.”
The drive up here is gorgeous as soon as we left the metropolis about fifteen miles outside of Portland city limits. Most of the drive East on highway 84, you can see the Columbia River as it snakes along parallel with the highway. I have always been rather partial to water. I grew up in a grand mansion that has its own private lake. I always dreamed that I would have my own lake or live riverside someday.
She points to a gated drive and we proceed down a long driveway to a clearing. I feel my breath catch in my chest. Just up ahead, I see the tell tale orange and yellow glow of the sun setting on the property. The house is perched on the knoll, just as Olivia promised and I had hoped for.
I pull the car to a stop and we both hop out. Olivia was out before I could get around to opening her car door. Without saying a word, I walk up toward the house and walk around the side of the house facing the valley and the sunset. I sense Olivia walk up beside me and we both take in the serenity of the scene before us.
After watching the sun’s descent I turn to Olivia, “I’ll take it.”
“What? Really? But you haven’t even seen inside the house!”
“I don’t need to. I mean yes I want to look at it, but all I needed to see was that view and I am hooked.”
“Great, maybe tomorrow we can draw up papers, but in the mean time, shall we step inside so you can at least get a gauge for what you are in for?”
“Hmm, that’s not a very good sales pitch Olivia but yes, let’s go inside. I just want to stop off at the car for something.”
“Okay, I suppose you are right, that’s probably not the right thing to say to someone who hasn’t actually signed anything yet.”
We both laugh as we head back around the house I leave her at the door and head to the car to retrieve my bag of goodies from the back.
When I come back around, I find Olivia has opened the front door and already entered the house. I walk through the large open doorway and shut the door with a clatter behind me. My reaction is that I am immediately impressed with the large open ceilings and the tile floors. It is cavernous, cold and devoid of feeling. It is perfect, positively a blank slate. I hear a noise ahead in the kitchen. I advance toward the room and see a light flicker on as I walk through the arched open doorway. Olivia turns around and fixes her eyes on the bag I am carrying.
I place the bag on the dusty counter.
“I took the liberty of anticipating something to celebrate and grabbed this on my way to pick you up.”
I reach in and pull out a bottle of champagne along with two long stemmed glasses. I swipe the counter with my hand before setting the bottle down. She saunters over to where I am standing.
“Well, you are full of surprises today. How very prepared you are. I like your style.”
I pop open the cork managing to not lose a drop and pour generous glasses of the bubbly liquid. Handing her a glass I clink mine to hers, “Here’s to another successful venture.”
“Yes, successful indeed.” She purrs.
I throw back my drink and pour myself another while topping off hers. I wander around the various rooms assessing the amount of work I will need to put into this place. We end up in the master bedroom in the bathroom to be exact and I see all sorts of opportunity to make this place into a show home. The fact that it already has a Mediterranean flare is certainly a plus. I like that the entire home has flooring in Spanish terra cotta tiles. The bathroom needs gutting though. It appears to be a throw back from the seventies. The harvest gold tiles on the tub surround that continues up the walls, in the shower and the sinks is awful. The tub looks beaten up but the terra cotta flooring looks to be
“So we are almost there, I hope we can beat the sun.”
“As long as it’s less than ten minutes away I think I will get my sunset.”
The drive up here is gorgeous as soon as we left the metropolis about fifteen miles outside of Portland city limits. Most of the drive East on highway 84, you can see the Columbia River as it snakes along parallel with the highway. I have always been rather partial to water. I grew up in a grand mansion that has its own private lake. I always dreamed that I would have my own lake or live riverside someday.
She points to a gated drive and we proceed down a long driveway to a clearing. I feel my breath catch in my chest. Just up ahead, I see the tell tale orange and yellow glow of the sun setting on the property. The house is perched on the knoll, just as Olivia promised and I had hoped for.
I pull the car to a stop and we both hop out. Olivia was out before I could get around to opening her car door. Without saying a word, I walk up toward the house and walk around the side of the house facing the valley and the sunset. I sense Olivia walk up beside me and we both take in the serenity of the scene before us.
After watching the sun’s descent I turn to Olivia, “I’ll take it.”
“What? Really? But you haven’t even seen inside the house!”
“I don’t need to. I mean yes I want to look at it, but all I needed to see was that view and I am hooked.”
“Great, maybe tomorrow we can draw up papers, but in the mean time, shall we step inside so you can at least get a gauge for what you are in for?”
“Hmm, that’s not a very good sales pitch Olivia but yes, let’s go inside. I just want to stop off at the car for something.”
“Okay, I suppose you are right, that’s probably not the right thing to say to someone who hasn’t actually signed anything yet.”
We both laugh as we head back around the house I leave her at the door and head to the car to retrieve my bag of goodies from the back.
When I come back around, I find Olivia has opened the front door and already entered the house. I walk through the large open doorway and shut the door with a clatter behind me. My reaction is that I am immediately impressed with the large open ceilings and the tile floors. It is cavernous, cold and devoid of feeling. It is perfect, positively a blank slate. I hear a noise ahead in the kitchen. I advance toward the room and see a light flicker on as I walk through the arched open doorway. Olivia turns around and fixes her eyes on the bag I am carrying.
I place the bag on the dusty counter.
“I took the liberty of anticipating something to celebrate and grabbed this on my way to pick you up.”
I reach in and pull out a bottle of champagne along with two long stemmed glasses. I swipe the counter with my hand before setting the bottle down. She saunters over to where I am standing.
“Well, you are full of surprises today. How very prepared you are. I like your style.”
I pop open the cork managing to not lose a drop and pour generous glasses of the bubbly liquid. Handing her a glass I clink mine to hers, “Here’s to another successful venture.”
“Yes, successful indeed.” She purrs.
I throw back my drink and pour myself another while topping off hers. I wander around the various rooms assessing the amount of work I will need to put into this place. We end up in the master bedroom in the bathroom to be exact and I see all sorts of opportunity to make this place into a show home. The fact that it already has a Mediterranean flare is certainly a plus. I like that the entire home has flooring in Spanish terra cotta tiles. The bathroom needs gutting though. It appears to be a throw back from the seventies. The harvest gold tiles on the tub surround that continues up the walls, in the shower and the sinks is awful. The tub looks beaten up but the terra cotta flooring looks to be
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