Henry is a good salesman and you know it.
A little man in Russian civilian clothes rode out from the ranks, and by his clothes and manner of speaking Pierre at once knew him to be a French salesman from one of the Moscow shops.
JOHANN TETZEL (c. 1460-1519), preacher and salesman of papal indulgences, the son of Hans Tetzel, a goldsmith of Leipzig, was born there about 1460.
She might derive some pleasure out of seeing him squirm under the thumb of one of his victims, but he was a good salesman and he deserved credit for that much.
The salesman conceded when he was done with his pitch.
Deep down inside, a voice suggested that he was getting bored with her and wanted to be a salesman again.
He had given up being a salesman to fulfill a lifelong dream of being a veterinarian.
Maybe that was what made him such a good salesman in the past.
I never thought of him as being anything else but a salesman until I saw him tonight, but he seems so... comfortable now.
Maybe it was his years as a salesman, or maybe his personality was attracted to the salesman job.