Mr. Badass ✔

34 Red Wine

Gemma's POV.

A few days later, Mr. CEO appears again.

He comes over to award the Excellent Employee Medal. When he hands me the award, he gently pats my shoulder and quietly says, "I heard my son is still pursuing you, Gemma. Keep it up; don't let him succeed too easily."

I can't help but feel amused and helpless.

That evening, I work overtime. But working late doesn't mean I'm selling cars at the dealership; the dealership is hosting a car salon at a five-star hotel, inviting all our VIP clients and some high-spending potential clients interested in cars.

I walk into the venue in a formal dress, and there are quite a few people inside, both men and women, all dressed very fashionably and expensively.

I take a deep breath, start mingling, and hand out business cards.

Suddenly, someone blocks my path.

"Gemma, long time no see."

I look up and see Mr. Smith, a client who bought a car from me.

It has indeed been a while.

However, he seems to have gained more weight, and his head is balding more, shining under the light.

I force a smile, "Mr. Smith, is your Mercedes still working well for you? If you have time, come back to our dealership; we'll offer you super low-priced maintenance for your car."

Mr. Smith is fiddling with a silver lighter, leaning back on the sofa with a smile, saying the car is fine but he's a bit tired of it and wants to buy a new one.

"I have a few friends who came with me today. Come on, let's go to the private room."

He pulls me into the private room.

The atmosphere inside is livelier; the round table is filled with people, and the men are joking harmlessly while the young women who came with them stand up with wine glasses to toast.

I feel a bit uneasy, but then I remember this is an event hosted by the dealership, so Mr. Smith probably won't do anything to me.

So I sit down.

He introduces me to everyone, "Gemma, the sales champion from Allum Dealership. If you want to buy a car, just ask her."

The men look at me with smiles, "Gemma, right? Nice name, and you look nice too. Let's have a drink."

I can't avoid it, so I have to grab a glass of red wine from the table.

I down it in one gulp.

"Good drinker," a man starts clapping.

Mr. Smith laughs, "What did I say? Not everyone can be a sales champion."

It gets a bit hot in the room now; the smell of alcohol, perfume, and food mix together, making me a bit uncomfortable.

I hand out business cards to everyone present, then stand up to leave, but Mr. Smith grabs my wrist, "Everyone is still waiting for you to share some car knowledge. Are you leaving just like this?"

"Yeah, Gemma, let us see how professional you are," others start to chime in.

I freeze in place.

Mr. Smith stands up and pushes me back into my seat, "Let's have another drink."

I purse my lips, "I need to go to the restroom to touch up my makeup."

"Gemma, you look great already; you're more beautiful without makeup."