Dealership Drama

Trent took the taxi cab drivers card, and he left. He then turned around and smiled seeing the front of this dealership. They all walked over and started looking at the cars. However because of the way they were all dressed, it seemed none of the salesmen wanted to talk to them. Trent shrugged this off, he was used to this kind of treatment. But he came to the dealership first because he did not want special treatment. He wanted to be able to snag himself a deal. Just because he was now loaded, did not mean he had to waste it all frivolously.

Trent was a planner, and his plan was to look for a car he had always wanted. At this point it would be a slightly older model, but he was sure this dealership would probably have one somewhere.

They all walked around the lot looking at the various cars. Terrance was being his usual loud self, fan boying all of the different high end super cars sitting in this lot. These were not Trent's goal however.

After they had walked the lot for about twenty minutes, a young salesmen finally approached them. Seems he drew the short straw, but little did he know it was going to be his lucky day.

"Hello Sir, Is there a particular vehicle I can help you find?" he asked very politely. It seemed he had good manners, and would not disrespect Trent and his group because of the way they were dressed. Trent was impressed actually. He expected the salesman to be some pompous ass. He smiled and decided to be nice to the man and not take him on a wild goose chase like he had planned to do if he was rude to him.

"Actually Sir, I am hoping you have this particular model or can get it for me. I will accept any color but white. though I only want this engine, and this trim. I am paying cash. I know these are no longer in production but I hope you have one used." and then passed him his phone.

On the screen was a long black sedan, the grille was large and lined with chrome. The emblem of four interlocked rings across the front. On the front of the grille was a red S, and on the right fender was a WS12 emblem.

The salesman actually widened his eyes. He did indeed have one of these in the back lot. It had been traded in a few weeks ago and was about to go to auction because of non sale. There was even a bonus involved for him if he sold the car. It seemed this was his lucky day. He salivated a little thinking this was a good chance for him, he best not mess it up. The main problem with this particular specimen of vehicle was the mileage, and a lot of service was needing to be due. Most people would not be aware of the cost of maintenance on one of these fine german machines without owning one. Usually when that maintenance came due, they traded them in.

Trent, however, knew about the maintenance on these vehicles. He had salivated on this particular car for years. He remembered when he originally saw the commercial on the tv, back when TV wasnt primarily live streamed. This fine sedan had a large w12 turbo engine, hand sewn leather seats with mahogany and ebony inlays. The rear seat had a full massage system built into it. The radio was also quite nice.

Trent had sworn to himself that he would find one of these and buy it if he ever had the money, and today, right now, because of that eccentric estrange uncle who kicked the bucket, he had the money. He would not deny him self this item he coveted if there was nothing holding him back.

By the salesman's face, Trent knew he had struck pay dirt. The salesman also smiled, knowing he was in for a big payday. "Actually Sir, I do have one of those models here at this dealer, If you would provide me your license, I shall go and pull it around for you. Would you or your friends like a refreshment while you wait?" He asked with sincerity, showing them full respect.

Trent smiled brightly, this experience was going way better than he had anticipated. He would definitely have to come back to this salesman in the future for sure. He had a list of cars he had always wanted, but "Patience Trent, All good things in time" He told himself in his head. He then turned to the salesman as they walked towards the front door of the dealership. "What is your name by the way?" The salesman smiled "I am Scott, and you are Sir?" Trent pulled his wallet from his pants pulling his ID free, He then shook the mans hand holding his other hand out with his ID, "Trent Ferris, It is a pleasure to meet you Scott" He said then pointed to Terrance and smiled "This is T" and then waved over to Akane " and this is Akane, my..... servant" he says awkwardly. It was still going to take him a while to get use to using the word slave. Servant was close enough to the truth for him. T then chimes in from the background "T Dizzle Yo! Dont Disrespect the Moniker!"

Trent grinned a little awkwardly "T Dizzle, My bad..." he said.

Scott smiled taking his ID, "Give me a moment to get the vehicle pulled around, If you would like a refreshment, please help yourself inside the lounge over there. " and he pointed to a back corner of the dealership showroom. In there was another glass walled off room, with a buffet of fruits, meats, and drinks laid across a counter. Two leather sofas sat opposite each other on top of marble floors which were echoed throughout the entire dealership.

Trent thanked Scott and He with company in tow walked towards the lounge. He went over and immediately sat on one of the sofas. The leather was butter soft, and the cushion formed to your body perfectly with just enough support without being too stiff. Trent looked down at the label sewn to the bottom corner of the sofa, noting the brand for later. He then kicked back and watched the TV. Akane stepped over and ended up kneeling down next to the soda he was sitting on.

Trent noticed this, but as she at least was not standing there, he decided not to say anything. Terrance walked over to the buffet of food and began stuffing his face. "YO Dis shit is SLAPPIN! Yo Trent you gotta try dis shit right here!" and he picked up one of the small snack sandwiches, and brought it over to Trent.

Trent looked at the small sandwich and shrugged taking the offered treat. He popped the whole thing in his mouth at once and bit down. His eyes flung open as flavor exploded against his tongue. The cheese was not your normal cheddar or american, it had a rich robust flavor, akin to gouda. There were two meats that hand been wrapped over each other and thin sliced and placed between two pieces of this fine cheese. The bread was even not your standard white load, but had a fine smooth texture, and a slightly sour flavor to it.

In short, it was delicious.

About this moment, a group of men in Black and white business suits walked into the side door of the dealership near the lounge. One of them stopped, looking at the trio who was occupying their lounge. His face turned furious, This was not a public eatery. Did he not tell the secretary not to let in these kinds of people? He doubted they even had the money to purchase a key chain here, let alone a whole car. He immediately called for security. The others stopped near him looking at what he was looking at.

This man was Derrick, The son of the owner , and current manager of this dealership.

He was about six feet tall, or a little under two meters. His hair was bleached blonde, with a little brown showing at the roots. His hair was short and and spiked up on top of his hair and slicked into almost a single douchey spike. He was wearing a designer suit, with a designer shirt, and designer glasses sitting atop his head. Even his shoes screamed douchebag. They were a pair of Highly polished Black designer dress shoes. He sneered at the group in the lounge. Waiting for Security to come in and remove them.

He always loved watching them take out the trash from his dealership. He would never miss a show or allow filth to stain his perfect showroom. This was a high end establishment. He absolutely could not allow riff raff to tarnish his image.