"Siddown, Castille." The pudgy hyur with the odd suspenders and balding head moved his stogie from side of his mouth to the other.
"Yes, sir." The highlander sat and drew himself up, aware of what was about to transpire.
"How many of 'dem aetheric dust absorbers didja sell this month?"
"None, sir."
"NONE! AGAIN! Dammit Castille, that's the third month in a row you ain't sold a damned one! Mind 'splainin' to me one more time how's that keep happenin'?"
"Well, sir, walking from door to door is obtrusive. Folks're cautious in Ul'dah when someone tries to offer them a sale without them seeking it out, and I don't think-"
"THINK?! I ain't payin' you to think! In fact, I ain't payin' you no more! Getcher ass outta here, you're fired!"
"Yes, sir." The highlander sat and drew himself up, aware of what was about to transpire.
"How many of 'dem aetheric dust absorbers didja sell this month?"
"None, sir."
"NONE! AGAIN! Dammit Castille, that's the third month in a row you ain't sold a damned one! Mind 'splainin' to me one more time how's that keep happenin'?"
"Well, sir, walking from door to door is obtrusive. Folks're cautious in Ul'dah when someone tries to offer them a sale without them seeking it out, and I don't think-"
"THINK?! I ain't payin' you to think! In fact, I ain't payin' you no more! Getcher ass outta here, you're fired!"