Judged by Jason
I noticed Jason glance at his watch, something there made him smirk. “Your outfit doesn’t really scream luxury,”
he mumbled, barely making eye contact. It was clear he’d already decided I wasn’t a serious buyer.
I felt embarrassment creeping up my neck, but I shoved it aside, now focusing on observing and noting everything.
This wasn’t just about buying a car; I was taking mental notes on how they treated people like me. It was almost unbelievable.