Sometimes the grunt in the backshop faces a moral dilemma when fragments of the talk on the sales floor filter back.
Yes, we need to sell some bikes. And maybe the deal in progress is fine. But it sounds like it skirts the edge. To know is to be responsible, at least to object if something isn't right. But having endured a number of excrement typhoons over the years when I piped up, survival takes precedence. As I said, it may turn out fine. And I've learned to implement corrective measures in stealthier ways when the frontal approach meets the blustering defense.
For now, I have earplugs and my meditative powers until I can delve deeper into the facts of the case.