Chapter 5: (v.5) "white lie"

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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“Do you know why the financial crisis barely affect our store?”, he asked. She was walking next to him; having a feeling similar to the one she used to have when she was writing the school semester’s exams. “Because of the low prices?”, she responded shyly. The store manager smiled. “That’s the second reason. The first one is adulation. I always make sure my saleswomen are capable of flattery. Not the nice, polite, common flattery, but the discreet and aggressive one.”. He stopped walking and pointed his hand to show her the fitting room area. “That’s the place where the job is done.”, he said. “I don’t care if you press a wrong button on the cash register, I don’t care if you put a shirt in the wrong shelf. These mistakes are forgivable. The main reason you’re here, and i want you to always remember that, is to make our customers feel unique. Create an illusion and make it true. I want you to force the customers to believe that the clothes they’re about to buy are the ones that make ‘em look like movie stars, at least.”. The girl looked confused. “I know it’s too much to ask. It’s a post that needs a lot of effort and skill. But on the other hand, if you’re worthy of these circumstances, you’ll have a great future here.”

She never liked lies. In fact she despised liars. One of her virtues was being sincere. Of course that was something the man stood next to her wasn’t suppose to know. He just made her clear that this place wasn’t a place for a moral person. The proper thing for her to do was to leave. But the reality was too cruel to allow her to do the right thing. The contrast of that store with her life, was that financial crisis had strongly affected her life. She was in need for a job and a standard salary. But was she ready to leave her virtue behind? Was she capable of using white lies to earn ends meet?

“Let me give you an example.”, said the sales manager. “Why do you think i hired you?”, he asked. She didn’t have a clue. “I’m going to give you three answers and you’ll decide which is the true one. Number one, i hired you because you have a sincere face and that would help the customers believe and consider what you say. Number two, because i owe a big favor to my friend George who sent you here suggesting i should hire you. Number three, you are too ugly and that’ll make the customers to feel better about themselves.” She was just standing there having a dazed expression on her face. “The truth is it doesn’t matter why you’re here. The only thing that matters is to remain here. It’s up to you to keep the job. There’s no harm in trying to make people feel good about themselves.”

 

A year later she had become the head of the department. Her everyday life was filled with compliments and hypocritical smiles. But her wallet was always full. She found it difficult to trust others like she used to. But she was about to pay off her loan.




-the end-


Submitted: October 14, 2016

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