A Sudden Confrontation On The Floor
The woman reached out her hand and ran her fingers along the silver door panel of the sedan.
A salesman in a charcoal suit marched into the frame, extending his arms outward to block her path.
He barked at her to step away from the vehicle and warned her not to lean over the paint.
The woman adjusted the brown folder under her arm and asked if this was how he greeted every prospective buyer.
He crossed his arms, tilted his head back, and questioned whether she intended to buy anything today.
When she replied with a quiet maybe, he smirked and turned his gaze toward the ceiling.
She asked for the final price of the vehicle parked in front of them.
Instead of offering figures, the salesman stepped closer, waving his hand toward the customer desks across the room.
He claimed he had real customers waiting to sign actual paperwork.
He gestured toward the main glass exit doors and instructed her to leave the building immediately.
Unlocking The Showroom Vehicle
The woman remained still, staring directly at the salesman without moving toward the exit.
She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a black key fob.
She pressed the top button, causing the car headlights to flash twice and the side mirrors to tilt outward.
The salesman stopped moving, his arms dropping to his sides as the car chimed in response to the signal.
He stared at the key in her hand, asking how she had obtained remote access to the vehicle.
She holding up the fob, explaining that his general manager had handed it to her moments earlier.
She opened her leather folder, revealing an official checklist and branch audit forms.
She explained that she had arrived to conduct an unannounced inspection of the dealership floor.
The General Manager Intervenes
The salesman took a half-step back, his throat moving as he swallowed hard.
A second man in a dark suit walked quickly toward the pair from the executive office corridor.
The general manager greeted the woman by name, calling her Miss Price, and asked if the evaluation was proceeding smoothly.
Miss Price pointed her finger toward the salesman and stated that he had just shown her to the exit.
The manager turned his head toward the employee, his eyebrow raising in sharp surprise.
He informed the salesman that Miss Price was a primary institutional investor in the entire dealership group.
The salesman held his palms upward, raising his hands in a frantic gesture of apology.
He stammered that he had made a mistake and begged for an opportunity to explain his actions.
Miss Price shook her head, closing her leather notebook with a firm snap.
She stated that he had made a calculated decision about her worth the moment she walked onto the floor.
She directed the general manager to remove the salesman from the active showroom floor immediately and launch a formal review of his employment.
The general manager nodded once, stepping between the employee and the investor to lead him away.
The salesman stood beside the silver sedan, watching Miss Price write notes on her clipboard as the manager gestured for him to walk toward the back office.
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