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Rudolph paced to and from the aisles, clearly agitated. It's 5pm and he had only closed two sales for the day. His quota was ten and he kept checking his watch. It was a slow day, a Wednesday with nothing happening. A few shoppers entered, some rushed along public transportation, others just looked around. It didn't take long for the nightly shoppers to arrive and he knew he had to work twice as fast to reach his quota at all. He had no confidence at all, he had started last week. But his performance for the month will determine whether he will stay or not. Remembering his bills and the number of concerns he had to address, Rudolph straightened his suit and promised himself he would count the last eight. Selling an expensive perfume line wasn't really Rudolph's original work. He took a general management course and hoped to get into headquarters as a manager of whatever. In fact, he really didn't know what he wanted to do. He tried several jobs but was always turned down because of his academic achievements. While doing odd jobs here and there, Rudolph was desperate for any kind of work. A friend told him about an opening in a department store. They were looking for a merchandiser for an expensive perfume line. Rudolph was tall and good-looking. He applied for the job, didn't really care about the product, and came in. A week in training and now, here he was, selling perfume to ladies for a hefty price.