Seller Novels & Stories

So it is not good for the health and brings serious diseases. The wife smiled brightly and told her husband: "I always use spices from this store to cook for you at home. You always say: “No restaurants have the same taste as eating at home.”- “Ah” the husband was surprised, wide open mouth, and couldn't believe the truth he had just heard.” he said to his wife “You’re just joking.” “I’m not free. Let me tell you, this store only sells handmade, self-produced goods, not only sold domestically but also abroad. The price is not cheap at all.” The wife provided knowledge to her husband.

As interruptions went, this had to rank as one of the worst. Thaddeus raised his head and glared at Sasha over Toni's shoulder. "Would it kill you to knock?" Sasha shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Sorry, boss. You know me." Indeed he did. What Sasha lacked in ability to compel, she made up for in minor magic, namely the unlocking of locks and the movement of objects. Telekinesis in other words. And sneakiness. The girl could sneak into anywhere without raising suspicion.

Shally said. "Sure. It's a deal, then. Miss Summers, if that's all, I'll leave now." Leon said and was prepared to leave with Cynthia and the others. In the next moment, something unexpected happened. Just then, a man in his fifties hurried over to the counter. He was none other than the manager of the store, and one of the relatives of the Summers. "Miss, there's a merchant here saying that he has a big glass jadeite that he wishes to sell to us. He is asking if we are willing to buy it," the man said to Shally respectfully.

Entering the elevator, I went down smiling for nothing, and feeling my cell phone vibrate, I bumped into a tall man who was entering: - Sorry... - he said looking at me scared. And I got even more scared seeing that it was Hard. - That's great, are you going to say that you are the partner here too? - I told him in an ironic tone. - No, actually I'm not the partner, I'm the owner. The building, and the magazine.

He shook his head and then looked at the saleslady who came back. “Miss, can I have a word?” “Sure. Are you interested in other units?” The saleslady nodded apologetically at Heath and his family before going over to Kaze’s side. Kaze gave her a bank card and then pointed at the display unit. “I don’t need to look anymore. Since this is the hot-selling one, I’ll just make the purchase.” “I’m sorry sir. The unit that you are looking at earlier has been sold to this madam. The paperwork is almost done.”

ADRIAN "Oh!" The sales lady said suddenly, turning around to face us. "I have something for you gentlemen." I stood still, staring between the cart full of sex toys, and the sales lady who seemed to be overly too happy to introduce us to another sex toy. I didn't understand, just how many more toys did she intended to make Marcelo buy? "Does it work okay?" Marcelo asked, his grip tightening around the cart. For some reason he seemed nervous about this.

Fred immediately took the lead, handing Mr Sharma a catalogue as he began his well-rehearsed spiel. "I'm Fred from Funky Lady, and this is my sales assistant Claire," he began. "Funky Lady specialises in high quality lingerie as well as a selection of unique adult products." "Er, sorry to interrupt," interrupted Claire. "But are you sure Mr Sharma is the right customer for Funky Lady?" As much as she wanted to help Fred out, she didn't want Mr Sharma getting ripped off.

Sean looked at the seller and asked. The seller shook his head, smiled, and said, “Little brother, this is already the lowest price. I bought it back then for 7.5 million. I’m only making five hundred thousand from you, and that’s not even counting shipping costs. Business has been really tough this year.” The seller felt bitter inside. He had bought this item for fifty million, but he dared not tell the truth. If he did, wouldn’t that be the same as telling Sean that the watch was fake?

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" Tell her it's in promotion, I'll pay 99% of the price " Leaning down to the woman's level, his action inflicting goosebumps on her skin he whispered. " If you convince her to take it, I'll be pleased " " Are you sure, this is like ten thousand dollars " Jane questioned after the brunette advertised how she happened to be a lucky customer as just won a massive discount. She looked down at the white material squatting her body like it was meant for her. It was a long O neck transparent mesh long sleeve, It's classy modest workwear.