"Ma'am, you don't have to worry about a thing," he continued, but Tahra was no longer listening to whatever he had to say.
"Assemble it please! I'll like some time to think about it," Tahra replied, getting up the moment he handed the phone back to her.
"I'm nothing like that crook! I promise that if you come back, I'll fix your phone until it looks brand new," he said to Tahra as he escorted her to the door. She walked out and he watched until she got into a taxi and was gone.
But the middle-aged man with greying hair had barely stepped back into his store when he received a phone call, picking it up and placing the phone to his ear.
"Yes, she came! You really did a number on that phone. You stripped it clean, there's barely any parts left!"
"Oh Jac, I tried to convince her, but I think she really can't afford it. I put up a good act; if she comes back, I might give her a better discount!"
