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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Puzzle Pieces
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2025-07-05 08:08:52The BuyMore breakroom had seen better days. One of the vending machines had started humming louder than the ceiling fan, and someone had forgotten to clean out the microwave again, leaving the scent of scorched popcorn lingering like a ghost.
Callie barely noticed. She was seated at the small table near the back, a half-drunk energy drink in front of her, fingers absently picking at the plastic label. Her eyes kept drifting to the hallway outside, where Eli had disappeared a few minutes earlier. He had been acting strange again. Not hostile. Not rude. Just... off. He hadn’t joined them for their post-shift debrief. Skipped the light banter that usually came so easily to him. When Brenda teased him about re-organizing the storage bins alphabetically, he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. And when Callie asked if he could help Naomi close the tech counter, he’d nodded a little too quickly and
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The Secret Billionaire in Aisle 9 Chapter Forty-Seven: The Quiet Shift
Saturday morning at BuyMore started like most others: too much fluorescent light, too little caffeine, and a never-ending line of customers who somehow all had coupons that expired last year.But something inside Callie felt different.She stood near the seasonal aisle, restocking discounted fairy lights from the spring clearance bin, but her mind wasn’t in it. It kept drifting back to last night—galaxy bowling lanes, Eli’s laugh, the way his arm brushed hers when they leaned over the scoreboard at the same time.That had surprised her.Not just the moment.But the fact that it still mattered.She’d walked into the group hangout determined to stay distant, to maintain control over her own emotions. She’d told herself it was just a night with coworkers. No one expected anything more.And yet—Eli had been there.And he hadn’t pressed her. Hadn’t cornered her with apologies or explanations. He’d just been
The Secret Billionaire in Aisle 9 Chapter Forty-Six: Group Dynamics
The plan started with a joke about bowling.Brenda was re-tagging clearance chargers in Aisle Seven when Marcus wandered by, sipping his usual syrupy blue slush, and muttered, “I bet I could out-bowl you with my eyes closed.”She raised a brow. “You think you’re that good?”“I think I’m that humble,” he said with a grin.Twenty minutes later, the joke evolved into a half-serious conversation. By the time Brenda reached the breakroom, she’d already opened a group chat called “BuyMore Night Out.”The idea was simple: no work talk, no name tags, no barcode scanners. Just fries, laughs, and neon shoes that made everyone look ridiculous.To everyone’s surprise—especially Marcus’s—it caught on fast.Naomi was in. Said she hadn’t been to a bowling alley in years.Even quiet Jacob from Inventory responded with a thumbs-up emoji.Eli responded with: Sounds fun. Count me in.Callie responded a full hour
The Secret Billionaire in Aisle 9 Chapter Forty-Five: Nothing But A Curiousity
It was a Tuesday night, one of those oddly warm spring evenings that made the streetlights glow a little softer and the sidewalks feel alive. Marcus and Brenda sat side by side on a long bench at the back of a local food truck lot downtown, sharing a giant order of garlic parmesan fries and sipping cold sodas from paper cups.They weren’t officially dating, not that they’d said aloud.But they’d been out like this five times in the past three weeks.Always at night. Always low-key.Always with too much laughter and not quite enough space between them.Brenda nudged Marcus’s leg with her sneaker. “You know, you always say you’re the one with high standards, but I’ve never seen you complain about this greasy spoon stuff.”Marcus gestured dramatically with a fry. “Fries are the great equalizer. Doesn’t matter who you are or what you earn—good fries? That’s divine intervention.”Brenda smirked. “You should write Hallmark car
The Secret Billionaire in Aisle 9 Chapter Forty-Four: The Distance Between
The morning air inside BuyMore was sharp with the scent of fresh floor polish and too much citrus-scented cleaner.Eli stepped inside the store right at 8:59 a.m.—one minute before official opening. The lights overhead blinked to life in staggered rows, casting familiar fluorescent hues over aisles that hadn’t changed, people who hadn’t changed, and one woman who had.Callie stood across the store, clipboard tucked under her arm, eyes scanning the day’s printed schedules. Her hair was up in a high, no-nonsense ponytail, and her lips moved silently as she checked names off her list.She didn’t look up when he entered.She didn’t smile.And Eli felt that same dull throb return to his chest—an ache that had grown more persistent since last night’s quiet confrontation in the office.He had barely slept.For most of the night, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling of his small temporary rental and running through every word th
The Secret Billionaire in Aisle 9 Chapter Forty-Three: Different Eyes
Eli stood in the back lot of BuyMore at 8:55 a.m., staring at the automatic sliding doors like they were the gates of judgment.The sun was already creeping up above the roof of the store, casting long shadows across the loading dock. A crisp morning breeze tugged at the hem of his uniform polo, freshly ironed, even though no one would notice. His sneakers were clean. His name tag was slightly crooked, just the way Marcus always wore his—casual, easygoing, forgettable.He was supposed to blend in.He had done it for months.But today, stepping back into this space, everything felt... off.And it wasn’t because of jet lag or corporate meetings echoing in his head.It was her.Callie Ruiz.She was in the building.And he had no idea what version of her he’d be facing when he walked through those doors.The familiar rush of cold air hit as he entered the store.Marcus was already by the f
The Secret Billionaire in Aisle 9 Chapter Forty-Two: White Lie
The Zurich airport buzzed with polished efficiency, all clean glass and quiet hums of multilingual announcements. Elijah Dane Whitaker stood by Gate B17, blazer slung over his arm, passport tucked neatly inside his breast pocket, and his phone silent in his hand.Two days. That was all it had been.And yet the guilt pressed down on his chest like an overstuffed carry-on refusing to fit under the seat.The corporate board meeting had gone smoothly. The Zurich branch—their flagship European BuyMore location—had exceeded quarterly projections, and the local executives were thrilled with his proposed digital modernization rollout. Elijah had delivered what was expected of him: sharp numbers, confident leadership, future-ready solutions.But for once, it all felt hollow.Because while he was in a glass conference room overlooking Lake Zurich, making promises to investors, he was also sending a short, vague text to a woman back in the States—so
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