And he made a decision.
A decision based not on facts.
Only appearances.
Chapter 2: A Cruel First Impression
Brad walked across the showroom floor with a confident smile.
He positioned himself between Earl and a black Cadillac Escalade.
“Sir, can I help you?” he asked.
The words sounded polite.
But his tone was not.
Earl smiled calmly.
“I’m here about the fleet order.”
Brad glanced around.
“The fleet order?”
“Yes,” Earl replied. “The Escalades.”
For a moment, Brad looked confused.