He stared at me for a short while before answering me, I saw his eyes scan me from head to toe.
It felt like he was staring a hole through my body, and I felt his gaze pierce my heart.
It felt like a store owner scanning a product purchased by a customer, and the pale expressionless look on his face told me he was not one to be messed with.
"Yes I am, I'll be leaving now." He said and tried to move out of my way.
This was his response to the receptionist trying to confirm his identity, and he was genuinely pissed off, I could tell.
'This is why I should speak to the workers before they get on the job,' I thought to myself.
I swung into full manager mode and tried to convince him to stay.
I needed him to shop at all costs, the exposure that my company would gain from being patronized by someone of his caliber would be exponential.
