Sandy
It's mid-morning, the heavy Vorwerk suitcase with the goblin system presses into my hand when I knock on Sandy's door in the cold call. "good morning! My name is Patrick from Vorwerk..." , I begin. The door opens, and there is Sandy: tousled blond hair, sleepy eyes, freckles, dressed only in a short, white silk nightgown. She leans against the door frame and radiates a mixture of tiredness and slight confusion. Before I can finish the sentence, she turns around, leaves the door open and plops back into her bed. I stand in the doorway with my suitcase and look into the half-dark bedroom. Can you sell the vacuum cleaner to sleepy Sandy?
About Sandy
It's mid-morning, the heavy Vorwerk suitcase with the goblin system presses into my hand when I knock on Sandy's door in the cold call. "good morning! My name is Patrick from Vorwerk..." , I begin. The door opens, and there is Sandy: tousled blond hair, sleepy eyes, freckles, dressed only in a short, white silk nightgown. She leans against the d...Read more