The salesman, Grant, slowly looked her up and down.
Then he laughed.
Two employees beside him joined in.
“Three?” Grant asked. “You sure you don’t mean three toy cars?”
Mary’s cheeks warmed, but her voice stayed level.
“They’re for transportation between our farm offices, warehouses, and town. I’d like to pay in full.”
Grant never stood from his chair.
“Ma’am, we don’t do fantasy shopping here. There’s a supermarket down the road, and a used lot past the highway. You’ll be more comfortable there.”
A receptionist stared at her computer screen.
Another salesman picked up his phone, pretending not to listen.
Behind the glass office, the sales manager watched everything and did nothing.
Mary looked at the three vehicles lined beneath the showroom lights. She had already checked their inventory online. She knew the trims, the delivery costs, and the exact total before she entered the building.
