Sirens Three Minutes After I Refused His Free Supercar

There was a second of silence on the other end of the line before a stern voice came through, "Copy that. Stay put. Three minutes away."

I hung up right after. Marvin was still ranting angrily into his phone camera while the onlooking crowd continued whispering among themselves.

That was when I noticed that Anthony had stopped talking. His eyes widened, and he stared at me in disbelief.

"What… What did you just say?"

"Engine failure" was the highest-level code phrase in the dealership.

Once those words were spoken, all transactions had to be suspended. Under normal circumstances, it was only used for emergencies on the level of a fire.

Anthony stared at me with an uneasy and shocked expression. "Are you sure?"

I gave a nod. After hesitating for a few seconds, he moved to stand next to me. A second later, police sirens blared from all directions.

Marvin, who had been acting all arrogant just moments ago, suddenly looked shaken. "I just wanted to get my car serviced. Why did you call the police?"

Turning to everyone in the showroom, he spread his arms, shouting, "Everyone here is a witness! I, Marvin Haas, bought a four-million-dollar car from them. That's four million dollars!

"I came to get the free servicing as stipulated in the contract, but this salesperson not only stopped me at the door, but he also pushed me and called the police on me! I'd like to know what law I broke to deserve this!"

The crowd broke into chatter again. "He's right. Why call the police? Is getting our car serviced a crime now?"

"Yeah! This is seriously over the line. Who's going to risk buying from them now?"

"This is blatant bullying of customers by a big company. If even a guy who spent four million dollars gets treated like trash, folks like us, who can only spend a few hundred thousand dollars, wouldn't even get past the entrance."

Marvin continued to make a scene, getting the crowd worked up, but he kept sneaking looks at the police car getting closer.

"Since I've got things to do today, I can't be bothered to deal with you people. But mark my words—this isn't over!"

With that, Marvin turned, looking eager to leave. The more anxious he looked, the more obvious it was that he was hiding something. I snapped my head toward Anthony.

He was frowning too, clearly sensing something was off.

We exchanged a glance, and he gave a slight nod.

I immediately stepped forward to grab Marvin by the wrist. Anthony came around from the side and, without a word, blocked the other side of the glass door. We stood side by side, completely sealing off the exit.

Color drained from Marvin's face instantly. He looked at us, then at the police car getting closer outside, and gulped.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to keep me here? You think you can restrict my freedom? This is false imprisonment!"

He whipped out his phone with trembling hands before he started recording, shoving the camera right in our faces.

"Everyone, do you see this? This dealership is restricting a customer's freedom in broad daylight! Just so you know, I'm posting this online immediately! The whole country will know what kind of dealership this is! I'll make sure you never sell a single car again!"

Dave Patel, my coworker, was the first to crack. He jogged over to me. "Could this be a mistake? Mr. Haas is one of our long-time customers. If you keep this up and he actually posts the video, our reputation will be done for."

My other coworker, Ivan Moran, came over too with a pale face. "Yeah, Julian. I just closed a deal on an S-Class. The customer's ready to pay, and he's watching all of this at the entrance right now. If the deal falls through, my sales performance for the month will be done for…"