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property available for development as an urban renewal project. I jumped at the chance, as it is prime South Waterfront property. That is as far as I have gotten with it. When I consulted with my architect about the possibilities, it became clear to me that it would be over one-hundred million to complete a massive tower construction project on this land. Due to funding, I have to wait until I either have enough investors or my own resources to go forward.
In the meantime, I have my broker seeking out other opportunities for me. I have the dream of owning my own vineyard and have her actively on the lookout for something in either the Columbia River Gorge region, which is about an hour’s drive East of Portland, or Southwest of Portland in the Willamette Valley. Either location has good growing conditions though the Gorge is much more windy, which might make an opportunity for me to use my newfound surfing skills and take up kite surfing.
I am sitting at a coffee shop, pondering my next move when someone catches my attention, it’s a woman who looks a hell of a lot like Marion. It isn’t her, but it sure looks like her. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like had I gone ahead and married her. I sure would not be sitting here with all of this immense success under my belt. I know for a fact she would have held me back.
She was right about one thing, we both are already wealthy by birthrights, but I had to make my own way. I was determined I would not be another rich boy who took over the family business with nothing else to show for him. Now, I do realize that I would not be where I am today with my successes without having had all the education and start up funds available to me. Especially for the money I borrowed from Mr. Devereaux, but I took what I started with and made myself into the success that I am. As it stands, my net worth is in the upper hundreds of millions. I have invested, developed and sold over a billion dollars worth of property in New York, Montreal, California, and now Oregon. I find myself incredibly satisfied with my achievements, though it has come at a personal price. I am lonely with no one to share this with.
In weak moments, I have thought about calling Marion and picking up where we left off. But, the instant my mind wanders there, I remind myself of all the reasons I broke things off with her to begin with. Only in the bleakest moments of weakness does my mind wander like that. Usually after a long day and a couple of drinks and an empty cavernous condo with an even lonelier empty bed. Good thing she is getting married so I no longer have to fight my weak moments.
My phone ringing on the table pull me out of my thoughts once again. I look at the caller ID and see that it is my broker. I wonder what she wants.
“Harrison Towers.”
“Mr. Towers… so glad I caught you, it’s your amazing agent Olivia.”
I smile, “My amazing agent eh. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I think I may have found the perfect location for your vineyard!” She sings into the phone.
Now she has my attention. “ Really? Where is it?”
“It’s near Hood River, just past the Bridge of the Gods.”
“Excuse me…the what?”
She laughs, “The Bridge of the Gods. A bridge connects Oregon to Washington over the Columbia River. The name is in reference to a local Native American legend about the original natural dam that gave way after the water washed much of it away. Anyway, when the steel bridge was built, it was constructed at the same site as the original dam and that’s how it got named that.”
“Hmm, that’s actually very interesting. Sounds like an intriguing area. Tell me about the property.”
“It is thirty-five acres with the homestead taking up close to five of that. So you would have close to twenty-eight acres with setbacks that you could use for the vineyards. The house is set atop a knoll and overlooks a
In the meantime, I have my broker seeking out other opportunities for me. I have the dream of owning my own vineyard and have her actively on the lookout for something in either the Columbia River Gorge region, which is about an hour’s drive East of Portland, or Southwest of Portland in the Willamette Valley. Either location has good growing conditions though the Gorge is much more windy, which might make an opportunity for me to use my newfound surfing skills and take up kite surfing.
I am sitting at a coffee shop, pondering my next move when someone catches my attention, it’s a woman who looks a hell of a lot like Marion. It isn’t her, but it sure looks like her. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like had I gone ahead and married her. I sure would not be sitting here with all of this immense success under my belt. I know for a fact she would have held me back.
She was right about one thing, we both are already wealthy by birthrights, but I had to make my own way. I was determined I would not be another rich boy who took over the family business with nothing else to show for him. Now, I do realize that I would not be where I am today with my successes without having had all the education and start up funds available to me. Especially for the money I borrowed from Mr. Devereaux, but I took what I started with and made myself into the success that I am. As it stands, my net worth is in the upper hundreds of millions. I have invested, developed and sold over a billion dollars worth of property in New York, Montreal, California, and now Oregon. I find myself incredibly satisfied with my achievements, though it has come at a personal price. I am lonely with no one to share this with.
In weak moments, I have thought about calling Marion and picking up where we left off. But, the instant my mind wanders there, I remind myself of all the reasons I broke things off with her to begin with. Only in the bleakest moments of weakness does my mind wander like that. Usually after a long day and a couple of drinks and an empty cavernous condo with an even lonelier empty bed. Good thing she is getting married so I no longer have to fight my weak moments.
My phone ringing on the table pull me out of my thoughts once again. I look at the caller ID and see that it is my broker. I wonder what she wants.
“Harrison Towers.”
“Mr. Towers… so glad I caught you, it’s your amazing agent Olivia.”
I smile, “My amazing agent eh. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I think I may have found the perfect location for your vineyard!” She sings into the phone.
Now she has my attention. “ Really? Where is it?”
“It’s near Hood River, just past the Bridge of the Gods.”
“Excuse me…the what?”
She laughs, “The Bridge of the Gods. A bridge connects Oregon to Washington over the Columbia River. The name is in reference to a local Native American legend about the original natural dam that gave way after the water washed much of it away. Anyway, when the steel bridge was built, it was constructed at the same site as the original dam and that’s how it got named that.”
“Hmm, that’s actually very interesting. Sounds like an intriguing area. Tell me about the property.”
“It is thirty-five acres with the homestead taking up close to five of that. So you would have close to twenty-eight acres with setbacks that you could use for the vineyards. The house is set atop a knoll and overlooks a
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