Shinzo was beginning to question his girlfriend. She seemed overly concerned with material things, and he suspected she loved his inheritence more than him. All this came to a head at the shoe shop.
Hiroko looked lovely in the red shoes, and she insisted she must have them. Unfortunately, the cost of the designer shoes made Shinzo choke.
“I don’t have my inheritence yet, you know,” he whispered.
“Not to worry,” grinned Hiroko. “I’m an expert negotiator.”
She slipped into the back with the salesman.
Quiet as a mouse, Shinzo followed them to observe.
Twenty minutes later, she returned, freshly perfumed and adjusting her hair. “I got a great price!” she exclaimed. “I told you I’m great negotiator.”
Scowling, Shinzo just nodded. “I expect your bargaining position sealed it.”
“Do you suppose diplomats assume the bargaining position of ‘bent over a table’ as well?”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/07/30/fffaw-challenge-176th/