The Unbearable Salesman Novels & Stories

Rohan interrupted while the seller smiled bitterly. “Sorry, Mr. Rohan. Please, pick anyone for a sample and you don’t have to pay.” The seller said and Rohan turned to stare at Rebecca. At first, Rebecca had a smile and as soon as the realization dawned on her that Rohan wanted her to be his sample, the smile faded like it was never there. “No.” She said in dismay while the seller had a frown on his face. “Mr. Rohan, you cannot have my assistant as a sample.” The seller said as he took a step forward.

The pain behind her words making his own heartache. "He sold me like cattle. As if I am not a human but just an object with no feelings. That day I realized he never loved me. Because he wouldn't have sold me to a stranger had he ever loved me. I was just a slave for him," her grip around her phone tightened. Her fuming eyes fixed on the floor. Daniel leaned his back against the wall across from her and bent his one leg whereas kept the other stretched out. After resting his one hand on the propped-up knee, his gaze zeroed in on the wall next to Ashley.

The salesman quickly gathered up his composure and cleared his throat. A sale is a sale, he told himself. “Well anyway,” he said, “how big of a gap are we talking about anyway? Depending on how small it is, maybe we can come to some sort of deal?” Amal and Miko quickly turned away and pretended to not even have heard the question, which left Eva to deal with the salesman by herself. “Oh not much,” said Eva. “I’d say we’re only about, oh, 35 million short.” The remnants of the salesman’s smile immediately turned into a sour frown.

He hadn't even done anything yet to trigger the mission. "What's funny?" the young man asked. "Nothing." Adam turned back to the salesman. "I'd like the premium package." The young master's smile widened. "I'll pay twenty percent above retail." The salesman froze. Adam looked at him. The young master looked at him. The salesman looked like he wanted to quit. Adam sighed, "what is your name?" The young man frowned. "What?" "Your name." "Why?" "I need something to call you while you embarrass yourself." The lady beside him let out a chuckle while his salesman looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and laugh.

The salesman spoke mindlessly as though Rose had refused to buy the cars but he abruptly stopped when his brain finally processed Rose’s response. The salesman blinked. “I—I’m sorry, ma’am, did I hear you correctly? You said you’ll take both the Rimac Nevera R and the Bugatti Chiron?” he asked Rose in disbelief. Rose’s gaze was calm and unwavering. “Did I stutter?” The salesman’s throat tightened. “No, ma’am! I apologize, I was slightly baffled by your response.” he said quickly, bowing slightly. “If you have no further requests, may I ask your preferred method of payment so I can process the paperwork immediately?”

Repay. The next morning, I went downstairs mechanically. Dad's face was the same—stone cold, unreadable. "Allena, I need your answer." My lips quivered, my whole body trembled, but my voice was hollow, empty, and dead when I spoke. "I'm ready to sell myself to the man you chose." "Allena!" Mumma gasped, horrified.

It was so gloomy that it reminded him of a bird of prey hovering beneath a dark cloud. "First, sir ......" The salesman subconsciously took a half step back and smiled dryly. At the sound of those two words Brent's air pressure around him, however, became more sharp. "We really don't need any member cards, thank you." Hermosa was pushing the wheelchair behind Brent, didn't realize what was happening at first until she reacted to the look on the salesman's face and immediately stepped forward with a smile to relieve the situation. "That, that's fine, I'll go ask another customer." The salesman gave Hermosa a grateful look and stepped back, clutching the flyer.

I politely refused to buy it. "Then tell us your budget mam, we can show more expensive than this" "No..no... I mean ..show me the lesser expensive..umm..lesser than 5000 rupees" As I said the salesman gazed at me up & down. "What? If you were not going to buy these then why did you come to this expensive section? Look at yourself and look at this expensive section. What made you think to come here and waste my time." The salesman's harsh words pinched my heart. I gasped at his sudden outburst.

this time, a fat man shouted, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Why? Why are they shouting such large amounts? Where is all this going? She turned to Don Constantino, and there she saw his mischievous smile. Is he selling me? She was suddenly terrified, as if doused in freezing water that caused chills throughout her body. She couldn't move and seemed paralyzed with fear. With each price shouted, her anxiety increased even more. "Twenty million!" "Twenty-five million!" That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh.

He froze for a moment, shifting his gaze awkwardly away from mine. "I didn't say that. It's just that… Aria has it harder than you." His voice lowered, a hint of softness returning to his eyes. "Harper, do you even know what kind of man Adrian is?" I rubbed my arm where his fingers had bruised me, my voice unnervingly calm. "A man who can shoot Father in cold blood obviously isn't a good man." His throat bobbed, and his face gave a slight twitch. "I hear he's volatile. That he'll put a gun to anyone's head on a whim, and that he's also…" He turned his face away, his voice barely audible. "...a sadist."