"Storage rings?" the receptionist echoed my words, only for a bright smile to appear on her already smiling face a moment later.
It was a smile that I could recognize. I smile that I would see on my reflection when I would turn down the computer after a good day of work at a call center.
It was a smile of someone who could smell the commission!
"We certainly do have some!" the girl added, melting in smiles. "What kind are you looking for, exactly?"
"To be honest, I only know that the storage rings do exist," I admitted. "Could you maybe explain what there is to know about them when picking one?"
The smile on the girl's face deepened. She could already feel how fat her commission would be!
Not like I minded it either. This was her line of work, and I just assured top-quality service for myself. With how easy it was for me to make money in this world, I didn't mind spending a bit more just to get things properly done.
For all the snowflakes potentially bitching about the title - First off, piss off. I don't care.
Secondly - THE GIRL - this way of using both "the" and "girl" words indicate a specific person. And in this chapter, it's the receptionist. So don't go on lashing on me that I imply money makes all girls smile.
I do believe money is the best perfume though :D