"Spending that much on a saleswoman...I think it's you who's cheating! Ms. Soap just came to me to vent, what's wrong with that?"
"Yeah, Landon! I think you're the one who's got issues," Wendy echoed, quickly jumping on Aron's defense.
Their back-and-forth accusations made me chuckle.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Wendy's voice filled the entire sales center.
People gathered around, watching with interest. The men stared with wide eyes, some even smirking, while the women turned red and hurried away in embarrassment.
"So, Wendy." I said, my tone calm and mocking, "whose fault is it again?"
"Aron, look at what you've done!"
Wendy screeched, her face flushed with rage and humiliation. In a fury, she slapped Aron across the face, the sound echoing throughout the room.
"You said you wouldn't let this go public! How did it end up online?" she demanded.
Realizing what she'd just said, Wendy clamped her mouth shut, but it was too late. Her words had given everything away. She had just confessed to the very thing she'd been trying to deny.
"I didn't show your face! Why are you admitting to it?"
Aron stammered, still stunned by the slap.
"What the hell are you idiots doing, watching filth like that during work hours? Turn it off, now!"
A large, heavyset man lumbered down the stairs, looking disheveled and furious. His gut bulged beneath his shirt, and he rubbed his eyes as if he'd just woken up from a nap. This must have been one of the department supervisors.
"Clearly, nobody like him wouldn't recognize me." I thought.
"Mr. James, nothing serious, just a couple having an argument here. I'll handle it and get them out of here, please go back and rest."
Aron smiled at the fat man, full of extreme fawning. No wonder he could get the team leader to turn him into a regular employee.
"Get out if you're not buying anything! You look like you can't afford it anyway!"
"Sorry, Mr. James," I replied, my voice steady, "were you talking to me?"
This kind of group leader even said such words to the guests, no wonder the performance was at the bottom of the list. I took out my black card and handed it to the saleswoman who just received me.
"I'll take that entire building. The one on the left side of the model, the five-story penthouse. Go ahead and charge it."