Francis turned to head to the driver’s seat.
“Mr. Zahn, wait! I’ll call Sunny right now and have hime over to show you the units!” Bill hurried
forward to ce a hand on the door. It wasn’t like he woulde across fools like Carlisle every day.
He
couldn’t let him get away!
up
He quickly called Sunny’s personal number. When the first call went unanswered, he followed with a
second. It still went unanswered.
Finally, someone answered on his seventh try. Sunny sounded cold as he asked, “Why are you still
calling me, Bill?
Bill could sense Sunny’s anger even over the phone. Heughed ingratiatingly and said, “I was a fool
earlier, Sunny. Hurry up ande back to work!”
Capable salespeople were gods to apany that required salesmen to stay afloat. As long as Sunny
could close this deal with Carlisle, Bill was willing to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if
necessary.
After a moment of silence, Sunny asked, “Is Mr. Cig there?”
“Yes, yes. He specifically said he would only sign the contract with you!” Bill had deliberately stepped
away from Carlisle and Francis when calling Sunny. He was now about 60 feet from them.
Sunny hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. I’ll head over there right now.”
He wasn’t heading back there for the job. He just wanted to fulfill Carlisle’s need to purchase property.
Since Carlisle had specifically asked for him to be there, it was apparent he wanted to help. Sunny
didn’t
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want to let Carlisle down.
“Don’t say anything about me firing you, okay?” Bill asked.
“I know what to do.” Sunny hung up and left the house.
Meanwhile, Carlisle leaned against the car door with his arms crossed. Francis approached him after
finishing a cigarette and tried to talk some sense into him again. “Boss, the property here has no room
for appreciation. You really should reconsider this!”
“I’ve already th
already thought things through,” Carlisle turned to look at the dated streets as a confident smile
crept over his face.
“Well, you’re the boss. You call the shots!” Francis shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you if you ever
regret
this decision.”
Carlisle smiled without saying a word. He checked his watch and saw that half an hour had already
passed. He would probably return to campuste, so he called Susan to let her know. She didn’t say
anything much since he didn’t have any sses in the afternoon.
Bill bought three cans of Red Bull and handed one each to Carlisle and Francis before opening his
own.
After taking two gulps, he asked with a smile, “What sort of business do you do, Mr. Zahn?”
“I run a game studio.“
“Oh, you mean an arcade?” Bill was from the older generation and hadn’t really yed games before.
Hel knew that many people visited arcades in recent years, though. He thought that was what Carlisle
meant.
“Yeah.” Carlisle didn’t have too good an impression of Bill and couldn’t be bothered to exin further.
Bill could tell Carlisle wasn’t too fond of him. He smiled awkwardly and nced at the path Sunny had
to take to get to thepany. “It’s been ages. Why isn’t he here yet?”
Carlisle said, “There’s no rush. I’m free the whole afternoon.”
After about ten minutes, Sunny finally showed up at the end of the street while pushing his bicycle. It
was a bout of bad luck–the chain had snapped while he’d been on his way.
He locked the bicycle and jogged over to Carlisle. Holding out a hand, he said, “Nice to meet you, Mr.
Cig. I’m Sunny Little!”
Carlisle shook his hand. “Cig isn’t my surname. It’s Zahn.”
“Good day, Mr. Zahn!” Sunny smiled.
Carlisle returned the smile.
Sunny
chow me the units.”
nodded and looked at Bill. “Lend me your car, Mr. Dawson.”
Bill was about to pull out the keys when Carlisle said, “You can just take my car.”
Francis had already gotten into the driver’s seat. Sunny hurriedly opened the door for Carlisle. He shut
it once Carlisle was in the car and got in from the other side.
He said politely, “Drive straight ahead for about 500 yards, mister. Then, turn left onto Rhonwen Road.”