It was a rainy afternoon when Max entered the luxurious dealership. His old shoes were soaked, his worn jeans and tattered coat contrasting with the gleaming sports cars and impeccably dressed employees. He walked up to a red convertible, admiring the car, but no one approached him.
The disdainful looks and arrogant whispers filled the atmosphere. Max, ignoring the contempt, continued exploring the showroom, arousing the curiosity of some but the antipathy of many.
Raindrops slid down the glass of the luxurious sports car dealership. Inside, the atmosphere was impeccable, illuminated by soft lights that highlighted the shiny vehicles.
The sound of footsteps echoed on the marble floor as the salespeople, dressed in elegant suits, discussed sales targets and potential clients. Max Johnson entered the store; the automatic doors opened silently before him. He was a middle-aged man with graying hair and a calm demeanor. His clothes were……Read Full Story Here.………………………
