The brick supplier occupied a long cream building behind a sliding gate. Pallets filled the yard beneath blue covers. Samples lined the reception wall in reds, browns, charcoal, and pale sand. Some bricks had rough faces like split stone. Others looked smooth enough to hold a reflection.
A group of sales staff waited near the entrance. Their smiles widened when Michael stepped from the car.
“Mr Michael, welcome, welcome,” said a man in a navy suit. He moved past Maya with both hands extended. Two saleswomen followed, laughing softly as they introduced themselves. Another man took Michael’s sample case before he could refuse.
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