"This… isn't a great idea, is it?" one of the saleswomen, Joy Lloyd, said, looking embarrassed.
The sales pitch Grace Winslow had written was an adaptation of the famous one about the Riveria Leather Factory going out of business, a campaign that had once swept the nation.
Back then, that pitch sold a staggering number of shoes.
'Using it to sell some clothes now shouldn't be a problem.'
"What's not a great idea about it? You don't want your wages? Or your bonuses?" Grace Winslow retorted, full of confidence.
The salespeople exchanged uncertain glances.
"Is it really okay to spread rumors about Director Wyatt like this? He's not going to come after us, is he?" Joy Lloyd asked again, her voice full of hesitation.
The factory salespeople weren't young, most being in their thirties or forties.
The thought of shouting the script Grace Winslow had given them out loud was genuinely mortifying.
