Chapter 6: A Sweet Ride Is A Man True Love
The salesman laughed under his breath.
"Kid, I don’t think you understand how expensive these cars are. Our top models cost over two hundred thousand dollars. That’s before insurance, registration, and everything else."
"I said I want to see your most expensive cars," Sean replied calmly. "Are you going to show me or not?"
The smile faded from the salesman’s face.
For a second, he looked like he wanted to throw Sean out himself.
Instead, he stood up.
"Fine. Follow me. But if you’re wasting my time, security’s escorting you out."
Sean followed him deeper into the dealership.
They passed rows of Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Bentleys before stopping in front of a car that made everything else look cheap.
A black Rolls Royce Phantom.
The paint gleamed under the showroom lights like liquid glass. Chrome accents reflected across the polished floor. The car didn’t just look expensive.
It looked untouchable.
"This," the salesman said, his tone changing completely, "is the 2025 Rolls Royce Phantom. V12 engine. Custom handcrafted interior. Starlight ceiling. One of the finest luxury vehicles in the world."
He paused before adding the price.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars."
Sean slowly walked around the car.
Clean lines. Massive frame. Pure presence.
The kind of car that turned heads without trying.
"I’ll take it."
The salesman blinked.
"I’m sorry?"
"I said I’ll take it," Sean repeated. "How long does the paperwork take?"
The salesman stared at him like he’d lost his mind.
"Kid, this isn’t a game. Do you even understand how much money you’re talking about? That’s a quarter million dollars."
He crossed his arms.
"Do you even have ten grand in your account?"
Sean pulled out his phone.
"Run the card and find out."
The salesman didn’t move.
"I’m not processing anything until I know you can actually afford this. Either show me your balance or leave."
Sean turned the screen toward him.
$91,850
The salesman’s eyes widened for a second before narrowing again.
"Still not enough."
"I know," Sean said. "But it’s enough to prove I’m serious."
He slipped the phone back into his pocket.
"So are we doing this or not?"
The salesman hesitated before finally pulling out a tablet.
"Fine. But when the payment declines, you’re leaving."
"Deal."
The paperwork started.
Registration. Insurance. Ownership transfer.
The salesman kept glancing at Sean every few seconds, waiting for him to crack and admit it was a prank.
Finally, he finished typing.
"Total comes to two hundred fifty-eight thousand, four hundred thirty dollars," he said. "That includes fees and one year of premium insurance."
He held out his hand.
"Card."
Sean handed it over.
The salesman swiped it.
Processing.
A few seconds passed.
The salesman already looked satisfied, like he knew what was coming.
Then the machine chimed.
APPROVED
The salesman’s expression completely froze.
He looked at the machine.
Then at Sean.
Then back at the machine again.
"I’ll need the car ready in thirty minutes," Sean said casually.
"I... yes, sir."
The attitude change was instant.
Gone was the smugness.
Now he sounded nervous.
Respectful.
Almost scared.
"I sincerely apologize for earlier, Mr. Miller. I didn’t realize—"
"Forget it," Sean interrupted. "Just get the car ready."
His phone buzzed.
[258,430 dollars spent]
[Balance: -$166,580]
[516,860 dollars received]
[New Balance: $350,280]
Sean stared at the numbers.
Over Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
The rebate system had activated so fast the bank probably didn’t even process the negative balance.
This ability was completely broken.
And honestly?
He loved it.
"Is there anything else I can assist you with, Mr. Miller?" the salesman asked quickly.
"Yeah," Sean said. "I need a driver. Professional. Starts today."
The salesman’s face lit up.
"We actually offer executive chauffeur services. Full-time private driver for one month. Ten thousand dollars, all expenses included."
"I’ll take it."
"Excellent. Any preferences?"
"Someone who can drive well and keep their mouth shut."
"Understood."
The salesman immediately started typing again.
"I’ll have someone here within twenty minutes."
Sean nodded and sat down in the waiting area while employees suddenly rushed around the showroom.
One guy polished the Phantom again even though it already looked flawless.
Another checked the tires.
Someone vacuumed the interior for the second time.
Sean pulled out his phone and paid for the driver service.
[10,000 dollars spent]
[Balance: $340,280]
[20,000 dollars received]
[New Balance: $360,280]
Three hundred and sixty thousand dollars.
A few hours ago he’d barely had four grand.
Now he had more money than most people would see in years.
Twenty minutes later, a man in a fitted black suit walked into the dealership.
Late thirties. Calm expression. Chauffeur cap.
The type of guy who looked impossible to shake.
"Mr. Miller?" he asked smoothly. "My name is James. I’ll be your driver."
"Just call me Sean," Sean replied. "And keep things professional."
James nodded once.
"Understood. I’ve spent fifteen years driving executives and celebrities. Discretion is part of the job."
"Good."
Sean stood up.
"We’re heading to a college party tonight. I want to pull up like I own the place."
A faint smile appeared on James’s face.
"I can make that happen."
The salesman hurried back over.
"Your Phantom is ready, Mr. Miller. Fully detailed and fueled. Paperwork’s complete."
He handed Sean the keys carefully, like they were priceless artifacts.
Outside, the Rolls Royce waited near the entrance.
The black paint reflected the afternoon sunlight perfectly.
People walking past the dealership were already staring.
James opened the rear passenger door.
"After you."
Sean slid into the back seat.
The interior was insane.
Soft leather seats. Real wood trim. A ceiling filled with tiny lights that looked like stars. Mini bar. Touchscreen controls. Heated massage seating.
It felt more like a private lounge than a car.
James got behind the wheel.
"Destination, sir?"
Sean sent him the address to the college party.
"Twenty-five minutes," James said as he smoothly pulled out of the dealership.
The Phantom barely made a sound.
It floated across the road.
Sean leaned back and watched the city pass outside the window.
People turned to stare at the car.
Some even pulled out their phones.
Good.
He wanted Rebecca and Anthony to see this.
His phone buzzed again.
[Quest Update: Attend the Freshers Welcome Party]
[Bonus Objective Completed: Arrive in Style]
[Reward: +50,000 dollars]
[New Balance: $410,280]
Sean laughed quietly.
Even the system rewarded pettiness.
This was going to be fun.
"James."
"Yes, sir?"
"When we get there, park directly in front of the entrance."
James smiled slightly at the rearview mirror.
"Of course."
The Rolls Royce continued through the city while Sean stared at Vanessa’s business card in his hand.
Her personal number was written on the back in neat handwriting.
Maybe he’d call her later.
But first?
He had an ex to embarrass.
