His Mafia Redemption

Chapter 8 .Showroom Games

Richard walked into a Mall. It was one of the best in the entire city, and he was here to shop for clothes. He immediately attracted attention as soon as he stepped into the building. His attire wasn't exactly screaming wealth.. and yet he was inside a place where only the wealthy shopped.

"Excusing me Sir, can I help you?" A saleswoman came along. She seemed to be in her mid twenties, and was dressed in well iron white shirt and a tight black skirt. Her and makeup were well taken care of. She looked every inch a professional. She also had a forced smile on her face.

"I need clothes of $5,000 and above, but it should also be casual looking and shouldn't seem overly expensive." Richard said. Of course he had his reasons. If he was to show up in the Warren's house wearing a sparkly shirt that screamed money, there will be problems as they will want to know where he got the money from, and he won't be able to explain. So for now, he will settle with plain looking clothes that still had the price range of $5,000 and above.. this way, he won't fail the system's quest, and also won't raise his in-laws' suspicion.

"Sir?" The saleswoman said again. She had a confused expression on her face, but then the confusion turned to one of disdain. "I'm sorry, but we actually such pranks funny." She said.

Prank? It was now Richard's turn to be confused. He hadn't even done anything, how come he's playing a prank. But before he speak, she continued,

"I know your type. You're crushing on me, aren't you? So you decided to come here and pretend to be rich so as to get my attention. You will pretend to look through the clothes and then end up buying nothing. You will say you already have such clothes back home, and then you will ask for my number. But you know what?" She leaned a bit closer, "You forgot to dress properly before coming to this store. At least the last guy that tried actually wore a thousand dollars suit. I'm not even sure if you're worth a hundred bucks. So leave, I'm not interested in going out with you." She turned around and cat walked back to the glass counter.

Richard almost burst into a fit of laughter. She's a narcissist, that's for sure. Richard shook his head with a bitter smile and decided to browse through the clothes alone. He had just walked to a section of plain T-shirts when someone else walked in. Richard could see the same saleswoman stand and walk hurriedly to the entrance door. Richard could see the newcomer was a young man dressed in an expensive suit. The gold watch on his wrist was definitely a Rolex, and the suit must be a Tom Ford, its price range from $4,000 to $10,000.

"Mister Larson, welcome once again to Zenith Mall." The saleswoman said in a honeyed voice, a stark opposite of what she had used when Richard had walked in.

"Oh Karen, you don't need to be formal." The young man said with a smile, "Would you mind accompanying me as I take a look around and pick a few things?"

"Of course Mister Larson." The lady replied with big smile on her face, she even seemed eager to do so.

Richard could see that they were towards the section he was in, not like he cared anyway. His attention was once again placed on the row of T-shirts in front of him. They all had flowery design on them, but had a price tag of $7,000 each. Richard didn't mind.

"Uhm, excuse me please." Richard called the attention of another saleswoman nearby. Thisnone seemed a bit younger, probably in her early twenties. She walked towards him with a professional smile on her face.

"I'd like ten of these, please." Richard said and pointed to the T-shirts. The lady didn't move for a moment, she sized him up, probably thinking if she should believe him and take out the clothes. Richard could see the worry in her eyes. If he didn't end up buying, the girl will be in trouble and might end up getting fired. It seemed absurd, but that's the way of these rich people.

"Don't worry, I'll pay for them. Just help me get them. I'm here to shop for clothes because I didn't bring anyone with me when I left home." Richard explained with a reassuring smile on his face, doing his best to calm the nerves of the young lady. And to his relief, she nodded and proceeded to bring out the clothes he selected.

"You're still here?" A lady's voice was heard from behind Richard. "You must be desperate to ask me out on a date."

Richard turned around and saw it was the narcissistic saleswoman, and beside her was the young man dressed in an expensive suit. He had a look of disdain on his face.

Richard didn't even bother talking to her, he simply turned back to the young salesgirl by now had taken out seven t-shirts.

"I didn't know even beggars can dream. Checking out a seven grand T-shirt as if you can afford it." The young man said, but there was no response from Richard.

"It's done Sir, do you need anything else?" The young salesgirl walked towards Richard with the T-shirts on her hands.

"Yeah, I'd like a pair of trousers and then some footwear." Richard replied with a smile. He was grateful this salesgirl chose to trust him, he knew he couldn't do all that by himself.

"Wait! Where do you think you're going?" The narcissist said. She marched straight to the young salesgirl, "What do you think you're doing, Evelyn? Don't you know you'll get into trouble for this? Look at him!" She pointed at Richard, "Does he look like he can afford that?"

Evelyn looked at Richard once more, and then back at narcissistic Karen, "Doesn't matter, I'll treat him as I treat every other customer." Evelyn said and walked towards Richard, "Come with me Sir, we'll get fitting trousers just behind this rack."

Richard nodded and followed behind her. And true to her words, there were rows of trousers of different colors, but certainly a fitting match for the T-shirts. He walked towards them and saw that their price was a bit lower than that of the T-shirts.

"I'd like two blacks, two reds and one brown color." Richard said casually.

"Hah! Look at the beggar placing an order. Not only did you pick lots of t-shirts worth seven thousand, now you're taking five trousers worth five thousand. If you're truly doing this to get the attention of my Karen, I suggest you give up now, else I will have your legs broken when you fail to pay." The young man said.

To this, Richard turned around and stared him right in the eye. "How about a little bet, if I'm unable to pay for everything I have selected, you can do to me as you've said. But, if I pay without a hitch, you will reimburse me for what I spent on the things I selected. Agreed?" Richard said.

The young man smiled, he felt this was too easy. Looking at Richard's clothing, he almost burst into laughter. Not only will he teach Richard a lesson for trying to get Karen's attention, but he will also impress Karen by taking care of this beggar. This was killing two birds with one stone.

"I accept." He said.