The Unbearable Salesman Novels & Stories

What was inside the box that I couldn’t show to the world and why did he want me to have it? The guy smirked, ignoring my question. His hand reached into the pocket of the black jeans he’d cut in several places to make a few holes here and there. He pulled a Marlboro from the pack, then lit the end with his Zippo.“Want some?” He held the pack of cigarettes in front of me. I shook my head. “You really don’t strike me as a dealer. Damn Santiano is really good at hiring people.” With a snap of his wrist, the Zippo closed, and he shoved the pack and lighter back into his pocket. He leaned against the wall. His eyes were on to the sky as he took a pull of the cigarette and exhaled a long stream o

“Dude, you're just a dumbass. I don't ask for a lot of money. As long as you give me fifty thousand, that's fine!" Fifty thousand. Hearing this number, Erwin Wilson couldn't help but laugh. Although Erwin could not make a sound, the salesman could still feel the contempt in it. He gritted his teeth: "What are you laughing at?" As he spoke, he stepped forward to crush Erwin Wilson. Being stared at Ned standing behind him again until the hairs on his body stood on end. He said aggressively: "You bought my stone, you got a good deal, shouldn't you share some with me?"

They sat on the white tile floor like sleeping predators. ​​Maxwell walked in. ​A salesman in a sharp blue suit sat at a desk near the entrance. He looked up, his eyes doing a quick scan. Shoes. Watch. Clothes. He frowned, dismissing Maxwell instantly, and looked back down at his paperwork. ​"I'm here for a pickup," Maxwell said, walking up to the desk. ​The salesman, his nametag read Vin, sighed. He put on a tight, fake smile. "Deliveries are around back, pal. If you're looking for the service department..."

Scarlett POV "There are some saleswomen there and two salesmen..." Nick began to speak in a low tone. "You're going to go in, ask to try on one of the high boots, and let him help you try it on." I swallowed, I knew that the driver was someone they both knew, but the salesman was a complete stranger. I know I'm wet and a bit frustrated because the vibrations weren't intense enough, but they always leave me wanting more. In fact, once I got used to the two balls, it didn't bother me anymore.

“Fine, I’ll take it” Sol hands the salesman the Thelma-Dionis cred chip, wondering if passing the first phase of their ordeal meant failing the next. But the salesman simply takes the chip and completes the transaction “Pleasure doing business with you” he shakes Sol’s hand as his companions begin packing up the bot fitting it into a compact suitcase. “That part of the package?” Leyland asks, pointing at the bag. “Yeah of course, doesn’t hurt to be nice to our clientele” the salesman snickered waving the two away.

They are sweating a lot despite the bad weather. He's been treated like a Master even if he looks like a beggar. He smells bad, too. The salesmen are sweating, too, because they are fighting the urge to cover their noses. They had to endure the awful smell that is polluting the store; they cannot do that in front of Master Qui. It will make them look rude.

“So what? Hold on, why is he sorry? For assuming my wife, Mrs. Calvin Haysbert a thief or he is sorry for judging a customer just because she hadn’t worn expensive and branded clothes?” “Please calm down,” Ethlyn said to him softly, but Calvin ignored her. “Answer me, damnit!!!” "Sorry, sir, I was going to check every customer." The salesman tried to defend himself. "Lies. I can smell a lie from your words." Calvin hissed and started snapping his fingers, "Within seconds, within seconds, this whole store will be out of this mall if you won't stop using your stupid mouth."

I heard the bouncer speak to a gay who looked more like a pimp. The gay examined my card, and surprise was printed all over his face, "S-sir, I am really sorry, you came too late." he came to me apologizing. "I know you have paid for Trixie as your exclusive performer, but your payment expired a month ago, and we have not heard from you since," the gay explained, "Trixie needed money, so I had to accept new clients for her."

He asked me. " It's easy... put out an ad for a salesman in Alaska, he will get the message, make sure that you specify that this is a one man job." I said. We has our own secret code. When Berner see the ad, he will know that I am ready to talk and that he should be alone when we meet up. Now that he knows that I have his son, he will find a way to get away from his security detail. " Do you think that it is going to work?" He asked me.

‎I try. ‎Everything fits perfectly. ‎He watches every time I step out. ‎Eyes dark. ‎Hungry. ‎“You’re beautiful,” he says. ‎A young salesman approaches. ‎“Miss, you look stunning. That colour is perfect on you.” ‎Mikhail’s head snaps around. ‎Glare like death. ‎The salesman pales. ‎Stammers. ‎Backs away. ‎I bite my lip to hide a laugh. ‎Another associate—a woman this time—helps with shoes.