The Waiting Game

THE WAITING GAME - 21

DECEMBER 2018

CALIFORNIA, USA

Chatters filled the fifth floor of Horizon Inc. in California. Horizon Inc. is a subsidiary of Salvatorre Group of Companies that deals with construction and real estate. It was already late in the afternoon and the sun has already set. Usually, the employees would prepare to go home at this time. However, a big-time client requested for an ocular visit towards residential homes that Horizon Inc. offers.

The fifth-floor employees, who are responsible for site and ocular visits, began pointing fingers on who must accompany the client. It seems like no one is willing to do an overtime, and that is pretty understandable because Christmas is fast approaching, and employees usually opt to allocate time on shopping for gifts and outfits for the holidays.

Their department head, Mr. Garcia, loudly banged his desk to catch his subordinates' attention and stop them from buzzing like bees. "Quiet! I do understand your concerns. Trust me, I really do." He sighed. "Unfortunately, we can't turn our backs on this client."

As if on cue, an office door creaked open, signaling that someone is going out of an office. The sound caught everyone's attention. Traver stepped out of the office carrying a black leather bag with his right hand. He immediately felt the stares, so he awkwardly faced everyone upon closing the door. "Uh, hi."

"Sir, I think Caillen will be the best person to go. He's intelligent and charming. He can definitely showcase our residential homes and close a deal." A male employee suggested, earning nods of agreement from the rest.

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"Bro, I think that's them." Tyson said, nudging Traver slightly.

Traver and Tyson were the ones tasked to tour the client. They are currently standing in front of the first residential house inside the village waiting for their client.

Traver straightened out his dress shirt and stood tall. Once the car stopped, the two hurriedly went to assist in opening the car door. "Good evening, Mrs. Jones. They both greeted.

Mrs. Jones is a 70-year-old widow who has recently stepped down from being the chairwoman of her multimillion-dollar company. She's currently looking for a new home in California where she could live peacefully and be visited by her sons and grandkids.

Traver escorted the old lady inside the first house. "One of the advantages of this house is that it's the closest to the gate." He said, pointing towards the massive gate that is guarded by two well-trained officers.

"That means it's the house that's easiest to reach and that you can also drive out of the subdivision with ease. You wouldn't need to drive around several streets just to exit the subdivision." Tyson added.

The two toured Mrs. Jones around the house and laid out the advantages and disadvantages, leaving the decision ultimately upon their client.

"This is actually nice. But I'd like to see the others as well." Mrs. Jones told the two with a smile.

"Of course, Ma'am. We have several houses you can choose from." Traver politely replied.

They visited five more houses within the subdivision. Unfortunately, it seems like Mrs. Jones still can't pick a unit. The three of them walked towards the seventh residential house which is quite near the middle of the subdivision. Traver opened the house using the respective key, allowing them to enter.