Before the sales manager even shouted, the rookie saleswoman was still hunched over the contract, writing line by careful line.
As she wrote, her mind spun wildly.
What if this is all a waste of time?
What if he’s one of those people who finds ten different excuses the moment payment time comes?
What if I get laughed at for taking him seriously?
And her bladder was screaming at her—she’d practically sprinted back here after pulling her skirt back down halfway to the restroom.
She hesitated.
Maybe… maybe she shouldn’t write it.
Maybe she should pretend she suddenly needed a form from the back office and just vanish for a minute. Or two. Or ten.
She was right in the middle of this dilemma when—
“Which honored customer named Ace Kane just transferred the payment for the R8?! Funds r
