DOOR TO DOOR SEX
One week of training down and former soldier Jeff was now a bona fide sales executive. Checking his smart new suit and tie out in the mirror, he picked up his appointments file and slammed the flat door behind him.
Solar panels were not the sexiest commodity on the market but they were definitely hot business. By lunch time, Jeff had three repeat appointments and one closed sale. Totting up the commission in his head as he ate a fast food burger, he reckoned that first morning would net him about £800. That was over a week’s pay in his old job and he didn’t have to risk his life, get up at dawn to do PT or work at night! This was a mug’s game.
Glancing down his appointment sheet, he saw his first call of the afternoon was a suburban housewife, Mrs Newbold. Another
