The fluorescent lights of the high-end BMW dealership bounced off the polished marble floors, creating a clinical, brilliant environment that seemed to amplify every word spoken. Allen Morgan stood calmly near a sleek, black sedan, but his tranquility was sharply interrupted by the piercing voice of Jane Hobbs.
The sales associate, a young woman in a sharp navy blazer, looked between Allen and Jane with visible hesitation. Jane Hobbs straightened her back, adjusting her designer handbag with an air of practiced superiority. Her eyes, filled with a familiar, venomous disdain, raked over Allen’s simple attire.
"I am merely offering you a piece of friendly advice," Jane said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Don't humiliate yourself any further in a place like this. I remember clearl
