The Unbearable Salesman Novels & Stories

Not and never will be my concern. We went and sat at the seats and the salesman came towards us with a smile. Ugh, the business smiles. If you ask me who is best at hiding their pain or any other feeling inside without giving the slightest hint to the person in front of them. I would definitely say the salesmen.

“Apparently, he chose you. You, Liliana. Who knew a nobody like you would be worth something?” I press my hand over my mouth. “What are you saying?” “I sold you,” he spits, without a trace of shame. “It’s just for one night. That’s all. For one million dollars.” I feel dizzy, like I’m going to faint. “You… you sold me?”

"But if you sell it... I will dismantle this clinic brick by brick." Braun stopped chewing. He looked at the man on the table. Crippled. Broke. Hunted. But still commanding. "You have three days," Braun grunted. "After that, it goes to the highest bidder." Sebastian looked at Harper. "Three days," he said. "Time to go to work, partner."

Why don't we go and see something else? Janelle looked at him. He nodded his head with certainty. She understood and said to the salesman with a smile, "Sorry, I don't like the style of this car." Hearing that she was dissatisfied and didn't want to buy it, the salesman's face immediately cooled down. "If you can't afford it, you can just tell me. Don't say that you don't like the style. You just think it’s too expensive, right?" While speaking, he looked up and down at her clothes, jeans and T-shirt, which were very old-fashioned.

Something shifted in his expression, something that flickered past too quickly for me to read properly, and then he crossed his arms and the wall went back up. "You think I had a choice in any of this?" His voice came out harder than he probably meant it to, the way voices do when the thing underneath the words is something you have been pressing down for a while. "You were handed to me. A package in a deal I didn't make and wasn't consulted on. You're here because someone decided you needed to be here, and I was told to go along with it, and I know barely more about the reason than you do. I don't owe you explanations for things I don't fully understand myself."

"What's going on? Why are they arguing?" "I heard he bought the top-of-the-line model and came in for free servicing but got stopped at the door." "Why wouldn't they let him in? What kind of messed-up rule is that?" Seeing a crowd gathering, Marvin jabbed a finger in my face and yelled, "Everyone, it's this salesperson right here! He's the one who stopped me at the door, even though I had bought a car here and came for my free service! "I paid four million dollars for that car! Four million dollars!"

Okay, that was just hurtful, why did he specifically have to corner me like that. "Making a deal with Stanley could be significant for us, they are a massive company. However, they pride themselves on their southern hospitality and believe that friendship and family are the keys to a successful business. That is literally their motto, they want to partner up with a firm that has the same ideals as them. So they want an informal meeting to see if we are fitted for them" I laugh, "I hate to break it to you but we aren't sir, one look at just the two of us arguing will make them run away"

Clarisse said, cutting Zane. "Everyone will die? But what can I possibly do? I'm sure I'm reincarnated here as a 'merchant'. I can't do anything," Zane worryingly said. "Although, I don't want to experience death once again. That's why I'm trying to turn a new leaf here." "The two of us are here. We're your right hands," Lucia said, clearing a little bit of confusion on Zane's head. Zane, out of anger, stomps the ground and is frustrated. He says, "GOD! Stupid idiot life! I'm a son and I'm a millionaire for fucks sake!"

Who would have known that she would encounter a man like Fane, who would actually dare to go against her and fight with her publicly. “Madam, we only sell fixed priced items here. We won’t accept any more than the fixed price, even if you’re willing to pay,” the saleswoman reminded as she bit her lips. “Shut up!” that barbaric woman shouted at her. “I have money, and I’m willing to pay more for this! Stop yapping and just take it! Who are you to be defending the ungentlemanly man here?!”

I don't think a man will ever look at me with love after they see my body, hell even I feel disgusted with myself. "Everyone stand up and get ready," a man yelled at us. I'm being sold again, I don't know why people do this. We are human beings, not items but what do I know right? I'm afraid what if he wants me back? I can't imagine what I'm going to do if he finds me again.