The Greatest Salesman In The World Novels & Stories

I said with a hopeful smile as I stared at my dad who looked so prepared to collect all the awards that'll be presented today. "I feel like the De Luca's family will be the one with the highest number of awards" Richard said as he stared around the room. "The award for the company with the best sales of the year goes to, wow! This is so surprising. This man needs to tell us how he did this, how did a new company win the highest sale for the year, I mean a business that's not up to a year. But sadly, his profile is anonymous but the award will be given to his manager. The company's name is..." He trailed off as stared at everyone before he laughed.

Mumma gasped, horrified. "Don't act shocked, Mom," I said, and I barely recognized my own voice—it was so cold, so bitter. "That's what it is, isn't it? Selling me for money. Selling me for your precious niece. Trading your daughter for cash. At least be honest about what you're doing." Her eyes filled with tears, but I felt nothing. No sympathy. No love. Nothing. "We're not selling you," she protested weakly. "He's a billionaire. He'll keep you happy. You'll want for nothing—"

Zac gave me an odd look, his eyebrows pulling together, but said nothing just as the salesman walked up. "Good afternoon," an older man with thinning gray hair and a friendly smile approached. He wore a striped shirt, a solid gray tie, and dark gray pants with sensible shoes, and a name tag that read, Wesley Harper, Your Friendly Service Agent. He seemed friendly enough. No power suit. A working man who was about to get the sale of the day. That is, if he played his cards right. "We'll take this one," Zac said, indicating the car, taking control, shaking the man's extended hand.

Not now, not anytime soon. Being the billionaire CEO of ASOS, it was my top priority to take the company to greater heights, and closing this deal beautifully was one of them. Yes, I am a billionaire, my name has appeared in lots of magazines and newspapers as one of the best businessmen in the country, even in Forbes, although it gets old. But there was something these humans thought they could, figure out every part of my life, which obviously, they could not, there is just something they can never get, even in their many years to come.

"Are you serious? The quality of these clothes can't be compared with those from online stores at all. You should speak sincerely. Besides, do you think rich people lack houses?" "I'm a real estate salesman, so I have the authority to speak on this. Rich people have houses all over the world. Having a few houses per person isn't much at all. I won't go into the specifics because I don't want people to claim that I'm leaking insider information." "Damn! Do you get a high commission when you sell one? Won't you earn lots of money if a rich person buys a unit? Is your company still hiring? Do you think I'll make the cut? I can endure a lot of difficulties."

He scoffed and added, "A useless guy who does nothing but schmooze clients over dinner actually thinks he can win the bonus. You must still be dreaming. You think making a few calls and drinking with clients a couple of times makes you the sales champion? How naive. "If that's all it takes, then any idiot could be a sales champion." I knew he was just jealous, so I did not bother responding. Onstage, the executive announced excitedly, "Next, let's invite the chairman to reveal the sales champion. Let's all look forward to it." The chairman took the microphone. "I announce that the 2024 sales champion is..." I clenched my fists, almost able to see that two million were waving at me. Beside me

She giggled again, "Both please, Mr. Boss." I poured a glass of white for myself and sat down. I said, "I want you to know that right now you are my good luck charm. I'm a salesman and today I made more sales than I've made in the last three weeks, which means one fat commission check a few weeks from now. So we're celebrating with good wine and steaks. "My name is Sam. I'm twenty-four; never married, but close twice before I got smart; I'm six-feet tall and tend to get fat when I don't work out in the gym. I barely got through college because I never saw a party I didn't like.

Roman stood at the front, dressed simply, no press cameras this time, no elaborate spectacle designed to impress two hundred investors, only close family and the small circle of people who had actually stood beside them through the worst of the last year. Caius had come, seated near the back beside Arthur, an unlikely friendship having formed between the two men over months of shared legal strategy sessions in Naples. Even Whitfield had made an appearance, formally retired from the board now but unwilling to miss what he'd apparently begun referring to, with visible affection, as the year's most improbable corporate turnaround story.

He recollected himself to tap back and click the second result. "Shel, the people's heartthrob, and genius tech giant of our time has gone down in the fight against the strongest and most powerful man of our time in the battle of the end, Tom Salisbury. He has fallen victim to the spontaneous rise of Tom to power who has taken the world by storm and has shown himself to be the most capable and talented man on earth. '' If Tom's eyes could widen further, it did.

I was sure as hell ready to wait. The gates were pulled open and my chauffeur drove into the compound. I felt a smile form on my lips. Blackwell was one of my biggest achievements and it brings me so much joy that I was the owner of the company that produced the most bought wines in the market. Building this company about a century ago came from my love for wines and voila, I thought, why not start the business itself? Over a century later, here I was, the world's richest and most powerful businessman. An achievement that has been backed up with nothing but my hard work.