Mr. Jackson continued, “When someone walks in wearing a suit, you see potential commission. When someone walks in wearing work clothes, you see inconvenience. That’s not a sales culture. That’s prejudice disguised as professionalism.”
The silence was suffocating now.
The salesman’s confidence had completely drained. His earlier smirk was gone.
“I was only trying to ensure—” he began weakly.
“To ensure what?” Mr. Jackson interrupted gently. “That I stayed in my place?”
The question lingered.
The general manager motioned firmly toward her office. “We need to speak.”
The salesman followed her inside. The door shut.
Through the glass walls, employees could see animated gestures. Within minutes, the salesman emerged carrying a small box—desk items hastily packed.