In the courtyard, Shirley Miller looked at the black BMW X5 with a subtle gaze.
The car still had the temporary license plate attached, evidently a recent purchase.
An X5 would cost up to eight hundred thousand fully equipped. Carson Flores had said the money for the car came from his earnings as a lifesaver; that must have been quite a sum.
"Why buy an X5?"
Carson Flores replied with a smile, "To match with you, aren't you driving an X7? Plus, our family errands car is an X1, so I went with an X5. Can't let you lose face, right?"
Shirley Miller didn't elaborate and asked, "I heard you made a military pledge in sales team eight?"
Carson Flores asked, "What military pledge?"
Shirley Miller explained, "If you don't close a single sale by the end of this month, you'll be fired."
Carson Flores seemed to suddenly understand and responded indifferently, "That's just something Sergio Combs said, not a military pledge I made. What, are you planning to help me?"
