Connie had forgotten to tell reception about the three o'clock meeting which Jack was confident that it would take place, when Connie said to him that it was on and Jean would stay overnight and have dinner with her, Jack gave her a big hug and said, "Mum, you're the best. I had a great session with the Architect; he had done work for the previous company that owned it, so he was able to give me plans. I had a look at the villa; all the furniture is still there. I phoned the grandson who told me he didn't want any of it as it wasn't his taste. All the paintings are still on the wall; I think that they could be valuable. How's your day been mum, did Dot look after you?"
Mum replied, "Dot is a dream; we both like the same things; we had a lovely time together. She's hot; she was telling me she's having sex with her daughter. After we are finished viewing the properties, then Jean and I'll go to the apartment. I will find out how randy she is, a lot will depend on whether there's a chemistry between the two of you, Jean won't jump into bed with anyone. We should go, it's nearly three."
Jean was standing in the lobby, mum hugged her then introduced her to Jack and Dot. Mum had introduced her by using her full title, Lady Jean Smart, when mum had used this as she introduced her to Jack, Jean had said, "My husband gave me the title and the very appropriate surname."
Jack knew he liked her then. Jack had a Mercedes Estate car, so they all got into that, Jean said, "I have got the same car, it's amazing how much stuff you get inside it and then find room for a Grandfather Clock."
They pulled up outside the sandstone building first, Jean said, "That's a beautiful building, what was it used for and may I walk around it before I see inside?"
They walked around it and Jack told her that it had been built by ICI, one of Britain's biggest companies, they have used it for storage, the four floors had access to an external lift system which could lift thirty tons, Jack said you get a large Mercedes van and it's contents in it easily. The warehouse beside it is still full of Silos for storing something; Jack didn't know what was stored in them. Jean asked, "How much did you pay for this building and how many Silos do you have?"
Jack answered, "I paid forty thousand for it, but that includes the car park. There's twenty-five Silos."
Jean replied, "You have done well, I would suggest that you advertise them in a Farming magazine at a price of fifteen thousand per silo, it would be down to the purchaser to dismantle and transport themselves, they will fly out the door, and you will realise over three hundred and thirty-five thousand pounds, a nice profit."
They then went inside the sandstone building, Jean loved it, there were toilets and nothing else apart from the which Jean noticed had motor on whose paint was glistening, Jean said, "This a blank canvas, I'd start with Auction House and the Antique Center ground floor first, you'll get many dealers in here, you need to buy many cabinets, IKEA sell them very cheaply with locks and lighting. You can create much atmosphere here; the sandstone is warm and welcoming. Do you have any floor layout plans for the building?"
"Yes, I have them in the car."
Jean replied, "Let's get back to the hotel as it's getting close to wine o'clock."
They drove back; Jack told Jean that he had bought the villa next door to the Hotel and they had left all the furniture and fittings inside the villa, could Jean have a look as Jack felt that there could be some things of value there.
As they went into the villa, Jean said, "You've done the right thing buying this, could you knock it down and extend the Hotel?"
Jack replied, "That could be an option, but at least I own it now."
Mum said, "Jack, it's beautiful, the rooms are so spacious, you could easily put en-suite bathrooms, that would give you another ten bedrooms. I'm glad that you have bought it."
Jean said, "You have a few interesting pieces of furniture, the pieces are large, so they will not fit in every house, but they still are sought after, there are eight paintings by Edward Atkinson Hornel, the works on your walls are rare and would be worth thirty thousand pounds each at Auction, I believe that's the second piece of good news you've had today maybe you should now go out and buy a lottery ticket."
