“Yes, Mr. Sanders,” she says.
It only takes two hours for a rep from Tiffany & Co to come knocking on my door. Since the custodian on staff installed my new locked doorknob, I unlock it as I place my call on mute and invite them in.
A blonde woman in a too tight dress comes swaggering in like she just got off the runway. I’m not the least bitinterested as I gesture for her to open the case she’s carrying. She frowns slightly before opening it up as one of my clients asks me a question.
“Yeah, Charles, I’m listening.”
He begins to rattle on about this new company he wants to invest in, despite me telling him a thousand times that it’s a bad fucking buy.
Looking over the necklaces she displays I shake my head at each before pausing on one. I tap on it as I put the call on hold once more.
“I want the diamonds bigger.”
She turns her head to the side in curiosity.
“We don’t really do customizations for this style. We can help your draw up a new one if that is what you’d prefer,” she says, resting a hand on my desk, practically forcing her tits to spill free from her top.
My eyes don’t move from hers for a second as I look at her flatly.
“Is that what I asked for?”
She purses her lips in disappointment as she stands.
“I can call the office and see what we can do.”
“Do that,” I say as I hand her my card.
She looks down at the black piece of plastic before her eyes come to me once more.
“I don’t have a price at the moment.”
“Do I look like I care? Get me that necklace with bigger diamonds by this weekend and you’ve got a sale for whatever goddamn price you want.”
I can practically see the dollar signs flashing in her head as she nods and pulls out her phone.
“One moment.”
It’s a simple circle design on a white gold chain. It looks like something Cassi would wear and she will be able to wear it with everything. It’s beautiful as is but she needs something with a littlemore…oomph. I don’t want her to just like it, I want her to love it. I want her to wrap it around her neck every morning thinking of me.
The saleswoman slips back inside and nods as she hands me back my card.
“The jeweler said they can have it done by Sunday at the latest.”
I frown at that before nodding.
“We can have it delivered here or?”
“I’ll pick it up.”
“Okay, well, do you need a receipt or…anything else?” she says, really seeming to give it one last shot as she shoots me a seductive smile.
I allow my eyes to roam over her in disinterest before I wave my hand away.
“You can go.”
Her face turns sour as I take myself off mute.
“Look, Charles, I hear you, but like we discussed, the ROI is just not there. I can send you over a few portfolios that I think would be a better route.”
