Novelas y relatos de Seller

greeted the jewelry salesperson in a neat suit. William immediately replied, "Good afternoon, Sir. We’re looking for matching rings with an exclusive design. Can you show us some options?" "Oh, of course. I’ll give you some recommendations. Please choose and try them on according to the models available. We can adjust the ring size later. We have styles for all men’s and women’s sizes," answered Adrian, the Frank & Co. salesperson assisting the couple.

More like he was thinking out loud through visual representation. "What if," he said, "the campaign is built around the idea that Westbrook knows what it's like to be human? To be vulnerable? To need help? What if instead of selling medication, we're selling understanding?" "That's generic," I said. "Every pharmaceutical company says they understand their patients."

Who would have known that she would encounter a man like Fane, who would actually dare to go against her and fight with her publicly. “Madam, we only sell fixed priced items here. We won’t accept any more than the fixed price, even if you’re willing to pay,” the saleswoman reminded as she bit her lips. “Shut up!” that barbaric woman shouted at her. “I have money, and I’m willing to pay more for this! Stop yapping and just take it! Who are you to be defending the ungentlemanly man here?!”

I felt something in my heart when he said 'MY WOMAN! While the salesman gets annoyed. "I've seen lots of people like you..just because a girl with you ..you are showing off too much " "I THINK THIS NAME IS ENOUGH TO RECOLLECT YOUR MEMORY! " Sahir said and pulled out something. I saw a card in his hand. The salesman took the card and his eyes widened with a shock. "CEO OF SULTAN PVT.LTD" The moment salesman blurted. I gasped. But I wasn't the only one who felt the shock. Everybody in the shop stepped behind in a fear.

Why would anyone ever think that there is something wrong with them? The eldest male, the head of the family, her father. A sales executive. To the normal and unknowing eyes, nothing too extravagant. An average pay grade, middle class income, satisfactory job. With a humour of acquired taste and unquiet nature why would he be wrong? Sociable, friendly and normal.

So he went to counter to check out the books he found, the same salesperson whom he met at the entrance took the counter so that he can send Theo away fast, so that other customer won't feel offended on how Theo look. The salesperson spoke," As you want that body tempering technique i will charge you 10 gold for that, and 5 gold coin for that breathing technique, total 15 gold coin and 50 silver", Theo felt confused and ask " 50 silver for what". To which salesperson replied" 50 silver for service charge, any problem with that"

“I’m looking for a job. Would you give me a chance to work here?” The woman lifted her head, looking at me with a friendly gaze. “Oh, hi! We’re looking for additional employees. Do you have any experience with flowers or in sales?” “Not much, but I really like flowers and am eager to learn. I am ready to work hard and adapt,” I replied, trying to show my dedication and motivation. She smiled and seemed interested. “Well, actually we are looking for someone who can help with taking care of the flowers and serving customers. I can introduce you to the shop owner,” she said, then called the shop owner over.

he says rather calmly. Sold.

Curiosity got the best of her as she tiptoed to the door and leaned in , she could overhear their conversation clearly. " I don't want to marry him". Olivia cried. " Marry?" Samantha asked herself. " He is a handsome man, Olivia, every girl would pay to be in your shoes." Elena tried to console her. " Have you seen him before, he sent his men to our agency once when we had a fashion show, it was terrible mum , he is terrible ". Olivia stated as she continued sobbing.

She set her leather portfolio on the desk and waited, fingers resting lightly on the edge. He came in through the side door five minutes later, boots silent, leather jacket still damp from the earlier rain. Tall, broad across the shoulders, dark stubble along his jaw. The seller. He carried a small black case that he set down without opening. “You’re late,” she said. “You’re early.” His voice was low, roughened by smoke or long nights. “Goods are clean. Serials filed off. Your man already checked the sample.” She opened the portfolio. Inside lay a thick stack of banded bills and a single sheet of paper with numbers. “Price is firm. No renegotiation.”