A man walked into a luxury car dealership just before closing time. The showroom was quiet, the kind of quiet that comes when sales targets have already been met for the day. Crystal lighting reflected off polished marble floors. Every vehicle sat under its own spotlight, positioned like artwork rather than transportation.
He paused just inside the door. No one greeted him.
Across the room, two salesmen leaned against a counter, espresso cups in hand. One nudged the other subtly. Their eyes followed him the way security cameras doโobserving, measuring, categorizing.
He walked slowly, hands in his jacket pockets, stopping in front of a midnight-blue Porsche 911 Turbo. He circled it once. Then again. He crouched slightly to look at the wheel assembly. His fingers brushed lightly against the curve of the hood.
Four minutes passed.
Five.
Still no welcome.
Finally, one salesman straightened his tie and approached. His smile didnโt reach his eyes.
โCan I help you?โ The words were polite. The tone wasnโt.
โYes,โ the man replied calmly. โIโd like to review the specs on this 911. Iโm considering placing an order.โ