Teri Few, Top Producer

Teri Few, Top Producer
american materialism

fiction
edward w pritchard

A sporty classic car, red of course, sauntered the last twenty feet of roadside and hunched to a stop. A delightful pair of long and alluring but aloof legs emerged ladylike and demurely from the vehicle.

The beautiful young woman glanced in the side view mirror, as she exited the car, and checked the lines of her ensemble. Pythagoras himself would be delighted and confounded by the lines and curves running the length of the young lady's body. Unceremoniously, Teri Few top producer, carrying a sleek notebook and two imported expensive French pens prepared for combat.

The other expert was approaching Teri Few. The approaching woman was tall, middle aged, nearly 35 Teri guessed, and had that listless tired look of a woman who had snagged her man years ago and had given up on fashion; and Teri was sad to think the first impression she conveyed to others. Teri instantly noticed that the woman's left shoe had scratches from top to sole, and worse the gold bracelet she wore on her right wrist appeared to be 14 carat rather than 22 or 24.

Still Teri Few must do business with people like this lady to be successful, so she nodded heartily, authentically stuck out her right hand , strode confidently forward, and in a sincere gesture of friendship and trust, smiled as she looked directly into the Lady Psychologist's eyes as she listened intently and with careful concern to what the lady had to say.

The psychologist's client was a plain girl, not blessed by nature with looks or fashion sense and her appearance reflected that fact. Her clothes were atrocious, beyond satire, and Teri's heart went out to the poor girl. As she shook hands with the girl, Teri had a fleeting thought that maybe later she could advise the poor girl on make-up, fashion, and the basics of beauty, and appearance and success.

Later, Teri knew she had made a strategic mistake. The Psychologist's client was not a dowdy plain girl. She was a Hill, the richest family in this State, and the girl was a millionaire many times over. She was with her psychologist because she wanted an out of the way, white elephant type house near the National Park. Because, Miss Hill was a loner and enjoyed solitude and nature, and did not enjoy confrontation, she had brought her psychologist along to assist with the transaction.

Teri had blundered in her judgment but had still made the sale, at the asking price and with a little luck could get more referrals from the Psychologist and maybe, possibly from others in the Hill family. Looking into the side mirror as she entered her car she noticed she had a streak of dirt under her left eye probably from the tour of the house.