The Unbearable Salesman Novels & Stories

He said with a smirk and Anna was speechless "Any amount you're willing to buy her " her mother replied "What the fuck is going on?? Anna yelled "Mom you can't sell your daughter off to a psycho, who does that?? "But pls you have to excuse me " CJ said as he forcefully dragged his friend and they both went outside "Hey why did you do that?? Alex asked with a pout "Don't you think the girl is too dumb and crazy for me to use and besides why will she want to sell her own daughter?? Who does that? CJ asked and Alex rolled his eyes

Wynn punched him playfully. “No,” Deacon laughed. “I will die for you, bro, no matter how hard you try to make me an enemy,” Wynn assured him. “I know,” Deacon said, as they followed the salesman to his office. “Damn, our systems are offline,” the salesman said, bumped that he will be losing the sale. “No worries. You get everything ready and we will see you Monday?” Wynn put his mind at ease. “Thank you for understanding,” the salesman smiled.

It's not as simple as having the money to purchase one," the man explained. Before Felix could respond, a woman looked at Felix in disgust and grabbed the middle-aged man's hand. "Let's go, hubby. Why waste time on a poor man who came in here without knowing anything? The salesman was just being kind. Otherwise, he would've been driven out a long time ago." The middle-aged man frowned instantly. "If you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't speak at all. You need to change your attitude." After giving his thanks, Felix turned to the salesman. "I'm not interested in your rules. Now, I want two watches. Will this card work?"

Her gaze—cold as the diamonds at her throat—raked over my scuffed pumps before settling on the watch box. A perfectly sculpted brow arched. "Aw. Did someone's sugar daddy allowance get cut off?" Heat scorched my cheeks as patrons pretended not to eavesdrop. The salesman's lips twitched. "This doesn't concern you," I ground out. "Everything about you concerns us." Her whisper carried the weight of a guillotine. "Did you truly believe a gutter rat could keep a Sanchez?" The words hit like a physical blow. My throat burned, but I forced my chin up. "I just want my money back."

I believed there was an extraordinary charm in a man who was serious about what he did. After bidding farewell to the customers, Antonio decided to close up shop early that day. He quickly tidied himself up and then stood before me. We went to the nearby cinema together. When purchasing tickets, the ticket seller inquired if we wanted to buy a couple's seat, which was two seats together without a separating armrest, allowing couples to sit closer together. I didn't respond but looked at Antonio, waiting for him to make the choice. Antonio's ears turned red, and his gaze became somewhat evasive.

The salesman whined. "Your face is so thick you're going to get hurt!" The decent man also shouted. "You're going to make me money, those are rotten products of yours!" They exchanged harsh words while I endured the smells. So when my patience was almost exhausted I spoke. "Sir, do you have a permit to sell here?" I almost asked with a frown but held it back. The smell of the armpits is annoying, it's getting worse. Others dared to raise their arms as if there was no smell.

I turned my gaze to Eva whose face was displaying a frown before she walked out and I followed behind with Michel on toes. *** "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Martinez, Michel talked highly about you and your, what do you call them, Michel?" Sebastian asked his secretary for back up. "Travel films, Sir." Came the reply. "Yes, travel films. She won't stop talking about them." He was still talking about Michel in pretense of me. Was he that friendly to all his employees? Or this was a special case? Noah, seems you are being desperate to prove that Eva isn’t happy without you.

I opened the drawer and took out the drive. The supply line came up branching and branching, money and product and names, all of it feeding toward one box at the top. One man who’d sat above Salvatore the whole time, selling him women and selling him reasons. The same man who’d put Eleanor on an auction block to start with, pocketed the cash, and gone home to sleep easy. Mr. Paulo was still breathing. And thanks to the drive in my hand, I finally knew exactly where to find him.

Campbell is in trouble, the only thing we can do is to work a little harder. The two salesmen nodded. Then, they strode forward to open the doors. The doors were just opened when the bald man arrogantly walked in. He glared sideways at the two salesmen. "If I didn't threaten you a little, did you really think that you could just bully us homebuyers?" Before he could finish speaking, the people behind him in line surged into the sales center. They pushed and shoved noisily. In an instant, the sales center sounded just like markets in the mornings.

"That hunger in your stomach? It won't compare to the hunger you will feel in there and they will still make you fight...you would feel helpless in there. You would think to just die...but kid...what am I here for? What are we here for? Tell me, why am I here with you!" "To train me," I said almost in a whisper. "I told you many times that if you're not mentally ready don't do it because once we started the project, there's no backing down! And don't expect me be easy on you...two years from now, I'm feeding you to hell." The salesman was furious, he didn't want me do it, he begged me not do it, but I was too stubborn to listen. And in the end he was right about everything.