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the morning so I can show you how I do my thing.”
    â€œConfident, I like that,” he said, nodding his head assuredly. “We’ll be there.” Marvin closed his flip phone, tossed the brown lunch bag into the trash can, and then exited the break room feeling ten feet tall. He was not only looking forward to being the first man in his family to purchase a home, he also wanted to give Chandelle what she’d wanted all of her life: a castle fit for a queen.
    While easing through the long dimly lit corridor, separating the warehouse from the showroom floor, Marvin stopped. Something moved a heavy refrigerator wrapped inside an upright box. He circled around, expecting to offer extra muscle to an employee carrying it to the delivery dock. He knew it was a mistake when a full pair of breasts greeted him instead. “Ooh-ooh,” he hooted, embarrassed for himself as well as the woman whose dress Mr. Mercer had his hands rummaging beneath. “My bad, y’all,” Marvin apologized, although reluctant to turn away from the erotic scene. “Mr. Mercer, I had no idea you were back here with…”
    â€œWell, now that you do know,” the store owner barked, “get up to the front and make sure everybody is selling something on the floor!”
    Marvin stared at his boss, a raisin shade of brown and smaller than him in size. But the man was determined to prove his manhood before granting the full-figured female his usual half-off discount in exchange for her services rendered.
    â€œDon’t make me say it again, Marvin,” Mr. Mercer grunted quietly.
    Looks like you’re about to get into something that might get you cut by Mrs. Mercer, Marvin thought. “Yes, sir, I see, and please believe me, I ain’t saying nothing to nobody. It’s like they say? Don’t ask, don’t tell.”
    Mr. Mercer glared at Marvin viciously. “Just say it walking.”
    Marvin did what his boss demanded, like he’d done too many times before to count. Although sneaking another peek at the woman’s impressive half-off coupons, he went on about his business trying to forget the owner’s best attempt to handle his.
    Customers looking for deals, scurried throughout the showroom like ants at a picnic. Marvin loved a busy store because of the opportunity to make higher commissions. He noticed a familiar face among the crowd, one that always made him glad he married Chandelle. The face belonged to her cousin Dooney. He couldn’t wait to visit with his favorite customer, who never bought a single thing. But first he had to make a slick managerial maneuver, he thought as he saw Lem, a young salesman in training, was headed out back to check inventory. Marvin placed his hand on the young man’s shoulder to stop him. “What’s up, Lem?”
    â€œJust hustling to make another sale, just like you taught me,” he answered proudly. “I’m going to see if we have any more of those stainless steel side by sides, the big unit.”
    It’s a big unit back there, but not the one you’re looking for. “That’s gonna have to wait. Mr. Mercer is doing inventory in the warehouse,” he lied. “And he doesn’t want to be disturbed. It shouldn’t take too long, though. He’s pretty fast at this sort of thing.”
    Lem, a lanky twenty-year-old kid, looked up at Marvin and then smirked. “Please don’t tell me ol’ man Mercer’s in the hole again pushing up on another customer to get him some discount booty?”
    â€œThat’s not what I said, but you can’t interrupt him and you do need to respect the man’s need for privacy.”
    â€œWhatever, Marvin, that’s a dirty old dude and you know it. Let me know when he’s done. I need this sale.”
    â€œCool, I’ll page you on the intercom to the warehouse when I see him come out. Stall the customer until then. Show the new