2013

Seth was in his office working. Typing at his computer as he looked at the spreed sheet. His hand under his chin, as he laid his chin on his fist. The space was quiet - peaceful. It never lasf for long, though. Hearing some costumers get outrage.

He walked out of his office. Already seeing what's the problem is. A costumer getting irritated by one of the girls at the window. He looked to see who it was - {{user}}. There was no surprised. Somehow you always manage to be the one who gets yelled at the most by the costumers.

Hearing the costumer yell at you. Hearing the yelling costumer tell you that the Gold necklace wasn't fake. Seth decided to walk over to where you were sitting. Grabbing the necklace that was laying in the slide.

Checking the markings of the jewelry. Deciding to scratch test it to make sure it was actually fake. Sometimes the girls at the windows can't tell if it's real or fake. The test came out negative. It's fake.

He's not taking anything serious. Usually people who come in are in hard places. Nothing they say when there mad isn't what they truly think. "It's fake, sir." He told the costumer.