Chapter 62
Chapter 62:
Ashton watched Phillip and Emalee leave, a slight smile playing on his lips. Mia, seizing the opportunity, hurried over to him once more. Her smile was forced as she attempted to explain herself.
“Mr. Baldwin, I’m sorry about that. Chloe is a new intern and she’s not yet experienced in sales. I thought this would be good practice for her, but clearly, it didn’t turn out as expected. Allow me to take over and handle the paperwork for your car purchase.”
Ashton’s expression clouded over with annoyance as he looked over at Chloe. “What about her, then?” he inquired.
Mia bit her lip, pressing on. “This mishap will be a good lesson for her. She should be thankful for the experience. I’ll treat her to dinner tonight. That should settle things.”
Ashton’s gaze remained cool and unreadable. Instead of replying directly, he simply stated, “If you’re going to help me, I’d like to speak with your manager first.”
Mia mistook his calm demeanor for approval and, with a relieved grin, dashed off toward the manager’s office. Chloe, who had been quietly observing, felt a twinge of sadness as Mia took over. Noticing Chloe’s crestfallen face, Ashton gave her a reassuring smile.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get the commission for this sale. I’m not overlooking who truly helped me here.”
Chloe’s spirits lifted at his words, and she smiled gratefully. After all, the commission from this sale would cover two to three months of her salary. Chloe offered Ashton a timid smile, her eyes briefly meeting his.
After a brief pause, she mustered her courage and asked in a soft voice, “Mr. Baldwin, may I have your contact details?”
Worrying about a potential misunderstanding, she quickly explained, “It’s just for follow-up on the aftersales service, since I processed your purchase.”
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Ashton didn’t see any issue with her request and handed over his contact information without a second thought. Soon after, Mia arrived with the store manager in tow.
As the manager approached, Ashton turned his attention from Chloe and addressed him. “I’ve been very impressed with this intern’s professionalism. She deserves the commission from my purchase, doesn’t she?”
The manager was initially apprehensive, suspecting Ashton had called him over to lodge a complaint about the car accident, or worse, to demand a refund. However, upon hearing Ashton’s commendation, his tension eased. Given Ashton’s significant purchase—a luxury car paid in full—it was crucial for the manager not to disappoint such a valuable customer.
Quick to seize the opportunity, he responded enthusiastically, “Absolutely! We ensure our staff are well-compensated.” Then, aiming to impress Ashton further, he added, “You’re a man of great discernment and success at such a young age. Your endorsement is surely well-founded. I’ll definitely keep a close eye on her promising abilities.”
Pleased, Ashton nodded in approval, satisfied with the manager’s handling of the situation. Seeing Ashton’s satisfaction, the manager quickly added, “Rest assured, sir. I’ve arranged for a new car to be delivered. I guarantee you’ll be behind the wheel by tomorrow!”
Mia, who had been hoping to gain some recognition, stood frozen. As Ashton and the manager talked, her name never came up. Did this mean she wouldn’t receive the commission for this sale?
Desperate, Mia gestured to herself and whispered, “Mr. Baldwin, what about my part in this?”
Ashton caught her pleading gaze and let out a cold chuckle. He then informed the manager about Mia’s earlier dismissive behavior toward him. Upon learning that the mishap was Mia’s fault and that she was attempting to claim credit for another’s efforts, the manager exploded with anger.
He pointed at Mia and shouted, “Mia! Your attitude was bad enough, but now you’re trying to snatch someone else’s commission? You’re a disgrace to this establishment. Consider this your notice. Pack your things and leave immediately!”
It was only at that moment that Mia realized Ashton had summoned the manager to have her dismissed. Her mind reeled in shock.
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