Once there was a happy little girl, she thought her life was perfect. Then death happened and due to certain circumstances she was left broken and lost trust with people. She learned from early on family is not blood.
Can she learn to trust again?
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"Welcome to Neptune's Garage, how can I help you?" I said with a fake smile. "They charged me two hundred dollars for a brake change!" A man came and threw his receipt on the counter. I looked it over, they had to change the calipers and rotors. "Sir, they changed your calipers and rotors too" I replied. Not seeing the problem. Shoot that could and should've been more. "I didn't ask for those to be changed!" "You do know if they didn't change them it would lead to bad consequences? Plus, you got away cheap. Your wife said to do what we can for the car to be safe always." "I asked to fix the breaks. They added that other in just to get my money! It's ridiculous!" "Does your car drive smoother?" "Yes" "Does your car bounce, squeak, squeal, or anything it did before?" "No it's like new" "Then what's the problem? Isn't it worth two hundred lousy dollars to get it fix?" "Listen here, little miss, you've been away for a while. You don't know beans about this. Just cause your daddy was a mechanic don't mean you know anything. Also I'm just saying that I think it wasn't charged right. For all I know you pocketed some of this money!" "You're just saying that? How about I double check everything just to make sure it was correct?" I asked. Mr. Dalton nodded in agreement. I pretended to type information into the computer. This will be fun.. Mr. Dalton owned half the town back in the day, everyone knows how much money he had. He flaunted it, but he was cheap as hell. I've been working here for a month now and I found out real fast nothing in this town has changed. Tightwad Dalton was one thing, so I smiled at him.
"Mr. Dalton! I have found out you was correct!" He smirked when I said that. "Jet didn't charge you labor. It looks like since those other things needed to be changed, he went ahead and added them in. Ya know, for free since this is Isla's, your wife, car. Now, that just won't do, since you had a problem with that it just won't do. Oh! He actually only charged you for the breaks! That must be fixed. Now let me add the other parts. Now let me figure out the labor cost. Then I'll be happy to charge you correctly," I acted like I was typing it all in and looking at labor costs, " Mr. Dalton, since you had a problem with the original bill I have corrected it. You owe us one thousand and one dollars and sixty one cents. Since you already paid two hundred would the other eighth hundred and one dollars and sixty one cents be cash or card?" I smiled sweetly again at him.
He looked over the bill again. "They didn't charge me labor, did they?" "No, now cash or card?" "Also, you say they didn't charge for other parts, right?" Mr. Dalton ask again. "Right! Now which one?" I asked again. "Now listen here, I think this is fair. I'll just take this and go," he picked up his ticket and left. I laughed and shook my head.
"You have a knack for dealing with people. Was you really going to charge him one thousand and one dollars and sixty one cents? You know, you're wasting paper like that," a familiar voice said from the door leading into the shop. "No, it's called faking it. You was nicer then you should've been not charging labor. He didn't need to come in here and start shit. Besides he could afford it, to hear him say he 'owns the town'. I thought you was off today?" "Your brother had to go on a run. I was the lucky one who was called in". "So your the lapdog. Where is everyone else?" I asked. "Went home, that was what I was going to tell you. I can't work on the cars by myself, and we'll get more. So I was just gonna call it a day". "What if I helped?" He looked at me in my tight pants and white sweater. "You'll get dirty, Princess" "Please," I took off the sweater and was just in a black camisole. It basically looks like a spaghetti strap tank top. I pulled my long hair into a messy bun, went and turned the sign to "closed", and went passed Jet. I see five cars that needed attention and four motorcycles that was tore apart. Oooh a Dodge Ram 2500 Laramie! That my baby. "What's wrong with the Ram?" I asked motioning to it. "It's knocking, getting hot, slipping, pretty much a lot," Jet said. I nodded. "I got it you, do whatever you was doing". He went over to the bikes and started working on one. I got lost in the truck. The knocking was the bearings, the overheating was a busted radiator, the slipping was the torque converter, also seen a lot of hoses that was in need of changing out. I made a list of what I needed and what was wrong. I went to our computers and typed in everything. Surprisingly we had all the right parts, I told Jet where I was going and went to pick them up.
