"Here we are." The driver stopped the cart.
Emily was secretly relieved and quickly got out of the cart. She lowered her head and said to Franklin, "Well, Mr. Brent, this way please!"
"Mmm" 
Following her lead, Franklin got out of the car. Emily opened the door and took out her shoe covers. It was a rule that visitors must wear shoe covers because the floor of all model houses was carpeted. If they did not wear shoe covers, the carpet would get dirty.
But she had no gut to ask Franklin to do so. A VIP like him would not wear dirty shoes, so Emily let him in without shoe covers.
"Shouldn't I wear a shoe cover?" Franklin asked.
"Um," Emily said embarrassedly after a slight pause, "Mr. Brent, you don't have to."
"No, I should." He walked in and sat on the sofa in the living room, crossing his legs and waiting for Emily to put on shoe covers for him.
Emily twitched her lips and looked at Franklin speechlessly with the shoe covers in her hands.
Now that they were in the house, why he persisted in taking shoe covers? Besides, shouldn't he wear them himself? Why he crossed his legs? Was he waiting for her to do that?
"Why haven't you started yet?" Franklin frowned and asked.
Emily took a deep breath and squatted down to cover Franklin's shoes.
In fact, it was not that she had never done this before. She had dealings with all kinds of clients, and some of them even weirder than him. But work is work. She cannot say no. She had to please them until they buy the houses.
But wearing shoe covers is her bottom line. Some sales girls even sell their bodies because the commission of selling a house like this is sizeable, too tempting and irresistible. 
Franklin squinted at Emily, who was squatting under his feet, and his eyes darkened.
Emily did not know what was going on in Franklin's mind. After changing shoe covers for him, she stood up and said respectfully, "Mr. Brent, it's done."
Her voice pulled Franklin back to reality. He stood up and looked at her emotionlessly and asked, "Why did you lie to me?"
"Ah?" Emily looked at him, stunned, unable to react for a moment.
Franklin asked again, "Why did you lie to me? You gave me a fake name and left without saying anything." 
"You've looked for me?" Emily asked in surprise.
"No." Franklin denied.
Emily twitched her lips and thought to herself. If he hadn't looked for her, how would he know she was using a fake name.
He lied but she could not point it out. If it were someone else, she might laugh and even debunk the lie. But it was Franklin. If he ever looked for her, he just wanted to kill her. Nothing more.
"Uh... Mr. Brent, I was wrong. Could you please forgive me?" Emily lowered her head and apologized sincerely.
Franklin curled his lips, thinking that she was apologizing for deceiving him.
His attitude softened a lot, and his gentle voice came to her ears, "Do you know the mistake you've made?"
"Yes, I know. I promise you that I will never appear in front of you again. I won't tell anyone about it as it never happens." Emily immediately raised her hand and swore.
Franklin's face suddenly darkened with anger.
It turned out that she didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. That's why she apologized to him!
"So you want to forget it and move on? Have you asked my opinion? Am I a tolerant and nice person in your eyes?" Franklin said angrily.
"Then what do you want, Mr. Brent?" Emily asked pitifully.
The next second, Franklin grabbed her collar.