The Unbearable Salesman Novels & Stories

His smile twisted, staring down at me. "I don't have anything to want." I uttered, and that was the truth. "Oh, I think you'll find ways to....earn your keep." His gaze crawled over me, making my skin crawl. "You will be a beautiful addition to my collection tomorrow. Buyers will pay a lot for a beauty like you." My heart skipped a beat as I realized the horrible truth. Alexander runs a human trafficking business by selling his debtors as pimps to men. "You won't dare... I will report you to the authorities." I stared at him with defiance.

She was the complete opposite of me, someone who had no experience with women, and yet, she became a woman I wasn’t afraid of. I followed her inside, watching as her eyes gleamed with excitement at the sight of luxury cars on display. As soon as we stepped in, a salesman approached us. He was tall, fit, and annoyingly handsome, the kind of guy who knew it and used it to his advantage. “Welcome,” he greeted, flashing a perfect smile. His gaze lingered on Sarah. “Looking for something in particular, miss?” Sarah tilted her head, pretending to think. “Something fast and sleek. Red, maybe. What do you recommend?”

The air temperature in the aisle seems to drop ten degrees. "She said no white," Mitchell rumbles, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. His eyes are dead, fixed on the human's throat. "And she does not need your hand on her to find the steel section." The salesman goes pale, his clipboard shaking against his stomach. "Right. Of course. Follow me to the show kitchens." Ian appears at my side, a smirk twisting his lips as he watches the salesman stumble over his own feet down the aisle. "You always did know how to charm the locals, Nina."

I wonder what made him create a false ruse? The salesman standing in the building, leaned nonchalantly out the window. His dark red curly hair, sat spiked in some spots. Clearly it hadn't seen a brush in awhile, and was starting to become one big, nasty matt. His green eyes also shifted sneakily about as his red pale lips moved feverently. They where so fast it was hard to read what he was saying. His pale skin, was much whiter in complextion to the bald man. Almost like a ghost and not a vendor. His attire was similar to that of the man, but he didn't wear a black apron, and his close bore less holes.

There were about four other men that lay around him, all bloodied with lacerations, they must have really pissed off a member of the team to be murdered like this. "You think I give a shit what happens to me, Fabio's a fucking lunatic, tortue gives him boners, he'd have done worse to me if he found out you guys got past." The man spat at us, laughing bitterly, the fluid oozing wound seemed the least of his worries. "He won't talk, no one will, their all under oath Alexander, they'd rather die than speak to us, at least not until Fabio is dead." I was beginning to get frustrated, time was now unknown to me, but I knew it was slipping away fast.

They were on their way to the changing room when a male voice asked behind them. “What are you girls doing here? Isn’t it your day off?” Chad, the supervisor of the girls’ gaze, swiped between them, and worry covered his face. “Are you alright Ariana?” “No, I want to be auctioned tonight,” Ariana said with determination. Chad’s gaze turned ghastly. Ariana was proud and strong. She was a waiter and bartender so how could she want to be auctioned when she could stand up to any and everyone? If she was auctioned like the prostitutes, it would break her.

Carlos said, "as long as you pay me in food." I looked at Mat for his confirmation. "You know I can't say no to you." He grinned. "And as long as you pay me in food too." Food was sounding great. My stomach built up so much acid from this morning's events that I needed to neutralise it. "Okay, I think I can finally eat now." _-_-_-_ The shop seemed to get busy after one pm and we ended up closing just after six. We sold more clothes than I can remember ever selling since I worked at the store when it was called Ebonies.

TEARS rolled down her cheeks as she stormed out of the conference room. She hardly processed everything she heard in her mind. She could not accept any of it. How could she agree to sell her husband’s pride and hard-earned company? Ethan worked hard to make his business one of the top-tiered companies in the country. Now, they wanted to sell it because of the mountainous debt it incurred. “Mich!” Megan followed her as she walked to the elevator area. She kept pushing the ground button in frustration. She sobbed, thinking that everyone in the company had turned their backs on Ethan. Just because they believed he was dead.

He was looking at her with a mixture of boredom and blatant elitism, his eyes scanning her casual attire with a look of practiced disdain. "I’m just looking at the Sovereign," Carrie said, her voice calm and level. "It’s a beautiful car." "The Sovereign is a masterpiece of Townsville engineering," the salesman said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It’s also priced at a level that… well, let’s just say it’s not for the 'casual' observer. Perhaps you’d be more comfortable at the dealership down the street? They have a lovely selection of pre-owned hatchbacks." Carrie felt a flicker of amusement. She had spent her entire career navigating the egos of the corporate world, and this salesman’s a

He could tell the client could not choose which one is the best as they seem to have their own charms and uniqueness. "If only I could have an idea of what she looks like, I might be able to help you choose which design would look best for her." He smiled timidly. The salesman was also aware that the man in front of him was not someone to mess with, judging by his respectable countenance. He was wearing a three-piece suit with a color that magnified his aristocratic features. He can bet his head off that his client is someone from a noble family with his refined manners and an authoritative aura.