When an old man walked into the store, Wendy knew he couldn’t afford their shoes and tried to get him out until her manager called her to the back office and announced the opportunity Wendy had wanted for a long time.
The bell’s chime drew Wendy’s attention to the door. Her poised greeting faltered at the sight of the old man shuffling in, his weathered coat revealing his financial status. Suppressing her distaste, she approached him with forced politeness.
“Good afternoon, sir. Can I assist you?” Wendy’s voice dripped with saccharine sweetness, belying her inner disdain.
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The old man, sporting a pleasant smile, inquired about shoes for his granddaughter. Wendy chuckled awkwardly, suggesting he might find better options elsewhere.
“But I want these,” the man insisted, pointing at an expensive pair.
Wendy’s patience wore thin. “Trust me, these are beyond your means. Please, it’s best if you leave.”
The old man persisted, asserting his financial capability.
“Enough!” Wendy lost her temper, her fake façade crumbling entirely. “You need to get out of here before I call mall security. You’re already stinking up the store with your rusty, old smell, and other, more brand-like people have passed by without even entering. You think you can wear one of these shoes?”
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The older client shut his mouth, shocked at the contempt from this saleswoman. Several other customers had noticed. Erica, Wendy’s coworker, overheard disparaging remarks, but their manager, Mr. Anderson, summoned them both to his office before she could say anything.
Before dashing off, Wendy left a stern warning for the old man. “Listen, I’m going to see my boss, and when I come back out, I expect you to be gone,” she gestured with her finger. “Don’t you dare touch any shoes while no one is here! You won’t be able to run far before mall security gets you. Am I clear?”
In Mr. Anderson’s office, Wendy, head held high, assessed the situation. Erica stood attentive, the picture of compliance. “Brown noser,” Wendy mused, subtly adjusting her attire. Her boss was a sucker for an hourglass figure. His lingering gaze confirmed her tactics worked.
Mr. Anderson grinned from behind his desk, breaking the news of his impending promotion. Erica’s excitement bubbled over with congratulations while Wendy added her signature sugar-coated remarks, masking her true ambition.
