My voice carried across the vast showroom, calm and unwavering.
“I said—take me to the car.”
For a brief moment, everything seemed to stop.
The salesman—John—just stared at me, his mouth slightly open, as if his mind couldn’t process what he had just heard. A hundred-million-dollar purchase, decided in a single sentence. No hesitation. No negotiation.
Ridiculous, in his eyes.
Yet when his gaze drifted past me—toward the line of matte-black Hummers idling outside, engines humming like restrained beasts—I saw the flicker of doubt creep into him.
Good. He was starting to understand.
“Uh… s-sir,” he stammered, trying to regain composure, “is this for business use or—”
I didn’t look at him. My attention remained on the car.
“I already told you,” I said flatly. “The most expensive one.
