The Centillionaire Heir

Chapter 6 — Borrowed Arrogance

Nitro Motors was a well known car dealership shop in the whole of Laurel lane. Although they didn't sell cars above one million bucks, their cars were flashy and nice.

A taxi parked at the entrance and Oscar got out. He transferred fifty bucks to the taxi man.

Adjusting his clothes, he took large strides into the huge building.

"Hello sir! what car do you want to buy?" a a young female staff rushed over to Oscar's side.

She had light make-up. However, that did little to admire her natural beauty.

"Mind if i see the catalogue?" Oscar beamed.

Thanks to those movies he usually watched, he knew how to act in such a situation.

"Yes!" the female staff grabbed a catalogue, handing it over to Oscar.

After flipping through the list of cars and their price ranges, he returned his attention back to the beautiful female staff.

"Uhm. I didn't get your name" he winked at her.

"Lela"

"Nice name for a beautiful woman" Oscar beamed.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"I was complimenting you. I just couldn't help it"

Seeing the two of them acting so cozy with each other, the other female staffs began to engage in a series of gossips.

"Look at her. Just take a look at her" one of the female staff with brown skin gloated.

"Just because she has a nice body then she thinks she can go around enchanting male customers"

"It's barely been a month, yet she has made four men patronize the shop. She must be opening her legs for them in return"

"Natasha. It's high time you put that bitch in her place!"

Amidst the gossips and degoratory remarks, a certain female staff glared frostily at the female staff with Oscar.

She was Natasha, the shops number one beauty queen.

"Shut up you guys" Natasha hissed.

"Have you forgotten that Lela was referred to the shop by me? for pete sake, she's my fiancee's little sis" Natasha hissed.

"Hmph. Keep on decieving yourself. Think about this. After Lela arrived, your ratings seems to be dropping"

Natasha fell into silence. She would be lying if she said she didn't hate Lela.

Not only was she more beautiful than her, many of the customers loved speaking with her, causing her to rope them into patronizing the shop.

Just thinking of this and seeing her chatting cheerfully with another handsome customer made all her buried up anger explode.

MEANWHILE..

"Alright. So can i get your number? you are really great to talk to" Oscar grinned, snagging out his Iphone.

Just as Lela made to type out her phone number, an angry yell made her shiver.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Due to the shock, she unconsciously lost grip of the phone, causing it to crash against the tiles.

Shards of broken screen flew about. It was obvious that the phone was damaged.

"What's up with you? It's work hours, not play time!" Natasha grabbed Lela's wrist, berating her harshly.

"I Was talking to a customer.." Lela tried explaining herself, but Natasha cut her off with an angry huff.

"Hmph. It was more like flirting. Do you think this place is a joke to you?"

Due to Natasha's loud barks, she attracted the attention of the other customers, thoroughly humiliating Lela.

Oscar frowned. He felt like the other party was intentionally creating big things out of nothing.

"For your laxness, you are suspended for two weeks. Return back when you've done enough reflection of your action" Natasha lashed out haughtily.

Lela gasped as tears welled up in her eyes. Suspended for two weeks?!

She had a rent to pay! take care of her aged mother and save to start college.

Working at Nitro Motors as a sales agent was different. Her income mainly came from comissions out from sales conducted by her.

She couldn't miss two weeks!

As such, she fell on her knees, tears streaming down her beautiful eyes.

"Please lessen the punishment. Sniff. Sniff. I have urgent bills to settle!" she begged tearfully.

Natasha smirked coldly, feeling satisfied at Lela's pathetic state.

So what if you are more prettier than i am. Tsk. In this place, i call the shots!

"Hmph! look at how you are crying and making your snots fly about. How can you have such poor hygienic sense huh? for that you are fired!"

Oscar could no longer hold himself back. This was naked abuse of power!

"Miss, aren't you going too far? the lady here isn't that much in the wrong. When has crying warranted a sack letter huh?" he questioned grimly.

"So you want to side with her huh? i knew it! the both of you have something going on. What a shameless bunch!"

"What are you talking about?" Oscar was at loss.

"Why keep up the pretense huh? that bitch over there offered her body so you can patronize the shop, isn't it?" Natasha sneered.

"You are really crazy! why would i take advantage of a lady like that?" Oscar felt wronged.

"Hmph. Not just you, many other male clients have struck such deal with her, sullying the reputation of the shop. As such, i have every right to fire her"

"That's a lie!" Lela refuted with tears.

"You won't admit to it of course"

Oscar took a deep breath.

"May i be presemptuous.. are you the owner of this shop?" he asked Natasha.

"No. But i am the Manager's PA. Whatever i say is the manager's decision" Natasha replied haughtily.

She was extremely proud of her office as the Manager's PA.

"So you are just a bald vulture borrowing the feathers of a phoenix while strutting around like a peacock. Honestly, i feel ashamed for you" Oscar shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Natasha frowned, sensing that Oscar's words held an hidden meaning in them.

Oscar didn't reply, instead he swiftly grabbed Natasha's hair, tearing it off.

When everybody saw what was beneath the wig, they burst into hearty laughter.

Who would've expected that the haughty Natasha, the beauty queen was relying on a wig.

And worst of all, she was a baldie.

Natasha felt utterly humiliated when her greatest secret was revealed to the public.

Coupled with the laughter all around her, she completely lost it.

"Bastard!" she lunged towards Oscar, intending to scratch him with her long manicure.

"Somebody help! a bald witch wants to kill me! help!" Oscar casually dodged, while screaming.

"What the hell is going on here?!" a masculine voice barked.

A chubby man in tailor suit walked out from the inner area of the shop.

He was Davis, the manager of the Car dealership shop.

"Manager!" Natasha cried in delight when she saw her backer.

However, Davis jumped back. He didn't recongnize her.

"Are you the manager of this place?" Oscar walked over to Davis.

"Yes. And you are?" Davis didn't dare be discourteous.

Judging from the other party's dressing, he's not some random street kid.

"I am a potential customer. However, the behaviour your staff exhibited before me is really.. ah!" Oscar summarized what happened earlier.

"Did you really say that?" Davis glared frostily at Natasha.

How dare this bitch claim that whatever she does is my decision?!

"Sir, i was wrong!" Natasha quickly realized her folly.

She was so engrossed that she couldn't resist saying those arrogant words.

"Hmph. You have thoroughly disgraced this shop. Get out this instant and never come back!"