The other salesmen laughed again.
Mary paused with her hand on the glass door. For half a second, Grant seemed to expect anger.
Instead, she turned and studied the dealership’s name above his desk—the same dealership that had spent six months trying to win the vehicle and service account for Carter Valley Farms.
Then she left.
Across town stood a smaller BMW dealership with an older sign and half the showroom space.
Mary had barely stepped inside when a young salesperson named Evan Miller approached.
He noticed her dusty sandals.
He also noticed that she was studying the vehicles, not the price tags.
“Good afternoon,” he said. “How can I help you?”
“I need three X5s,” Mary replied. “Blue, white, and black. I need cargo protection, driver-assistance packages, and delivery by next week.”
Evan pulled out a chair.
“Let’s see what we can find.”
He asked where the vehicles would be driven. He listened when Mary explained the long roads between her farm offices and packing facilities. He showed her the cargo dimensions, compared safety features, and arranged a test drive without asking whether she could afford it.
When they returned, Mary placed the key on his desk.
“I’ll take all three,” she said. “Today. No financing.”
Evan blinked once.
“All three?”
“All three.”
