The Unbearable Salesman Novels & Stories

That was the salesman's question earlier. "Khmst dularat kafiat lilsayida," said the old man. For some reason he didn't answer in the spanish language. It looks like Arabic. "Five dollars is enough, Lady!" said the salesman smiling as he turned to me. Oh! It fits. I smiled and grabbed 5 dollars from my pocket and handed it to the salesman then I took a scarf and immediately wrapped it around my neck. Too bad there's no mirror. It doesn't matter, I'm sure it suits me.

I have no right over my life anymore, I've been sold, it'll all that man's fault, that wicked step father of mine, I'd have killed him if I knew he was gonna sell me out one day. Oh gosh! I turned slowly to back him praying that he doesn't kill me, I need my life, with life there is hope but not hope of escape, hell, I don't think I can ever escape from here with all these securities. No, I won't ever think of that. I felt him stand up from his chair and he came to stand behind me. "Undress yourself" his voice came again, they weren't commanding, normal cold or hard, just normal.

Let’s visit my friend Carl to make the point. Carl has been down on his luck lately. He’s a hard worker with a landscaping business, shaping trees, cutting grass and such. Anyhow, his truck is broken beyond repair and he needs a new one. Let’s follow him down to the car showroom. The salesman doesn’t look as pleased to see him as I’d expect, but then Carl doesn’t dress fancy. He’s in jeans he washes once a week and his lumberjack shirt - unfashionable I know but but he loves it. The salesman approaches, holding out his hand in appears to be a gesture of friendship, and from the smile on Carl’s face I can see he receives it that way. The salesman smiles broadly and Carl’s body language starts

"Who said she is too poor to be your customer?" A stern, intimidating voice came from the entrance. "Mister, it's you!" Larissa turned around, surprised. Next to Ambrose were Owen and a bunch of guys in suits and ties. Ambrose was in his wheelchair. But his aura made it look like he was sitting on a throne. All of a sudden, a chubby, middle-aged man bolted in. He grabbed the salesperson by the collar and slapped her. "How dare you insult our client?" "Wait!" The salesperson wept, but she was promptly slapped again.

the salesmancomplimented, secretly rolling his eyes. At this moment I felt like punching him, but that would give me away, so I just pretended that I didn't see him. "Is that all you want?” Axton asked in a cool voice. What is wrong with this dude? Why's he acting so weird? I nodded, holding myself from rolling my eyes at him. He grabbed a pair of boots and sneakers just my size and handed them to the salesman. “Check them out, please," Axton said to the salesman.

It seems like the psychopath Bill is one hell of an intelligent foe. “We should get back up. Let’s ask for help from the Big Boss, Helios,” Grant suggested. “No,” he said stubbornly. Grant pulled his hair because of Helios’s stubbornness. They’ve been convincing the man for a couple of hours, but he still refuses. “You know the Boss can help us. You’re important to the org, Helios. He’ll help us,” said Grant. “I doubt that. I broke his rule. I fell in love,” he replied. The Big Boss is much crueler than his father.

“Miss, do you need water? Juice? You look so pale!” He was practically wagging his tail. See, this was how things were supposed to be. Men were meant to fall at my feet. It was Zella’s bad vibes throwing everything off—maybe her parents' ghosts were still sticking their noses into my business from the afterlife. “Miss, please, make yourself comfortable,” the salesman said, voice thick with devotion. “There’s a station about a mile away. I’ll go now and get a canister. Don’t move!” He snatched the day’s cash from the register and bolted out the door like his life depended on it.

At this moment, the shopping guide was flushed with excitement as he spoke in an extremely flattering manner, “Sir, you are the most generous and easygoing customer that I have ever met!” “Yes.” Charlie nodded and laughed casually as he said, “I guess I’m the only person in this whole country who would buy nearly one million dollars worth of goods in order to buy a bag.” The salesman thought to himself, ‘You’re right... You’re probably the only fool who could be taken advantage of so easily in this whole world.’ However, how could he possibly dare to say such words?

As soon as they were gone, the salesperson revealed his true colors. "Hey, what are you still doing here? Is 500 dollars still too little? Were you waiting for the cops to leave so you can extort more from us? You're dressed decently enough, but it turns out you're just a broke loser. Take your money and get lost this instant!" Paul, too, returned to his arrogant self from before. He sipped his tea casually, not even bothering to look up. Just then, the glass door to the showroom flung open with a loud bang. Five or six burly men barged in, led by a bald man with a scar on his face and a vicious look in his eyes.

"Great. Let's go sign some paperwork." Tabitha walked back with the salesman. Mark caught up to her and they sat down. He tried to hold her hand but she pulled it away from him. He sighed. How much could he tell her without telling her how she was his prisoner? The salesman was going over the payments when Mark stopped him. "We aren't doing payments. We are paying for it straight out. I can get a cashier's check if need be." "That would be great. Here's the payoff amount. Do you want to go get it now and we can finish this when you get back?"