“What?! You can’t do that to me! I’ve worked here for five years!” Cecelia’s voice cracked as she lunged toward the manager. A security guard was faster. He grabbed her, pinning her to the floor as she screamed and cried, still yelling about her missing bracelet. The manager turned to me, lowering her head in apology. “I am very sorry about this situation,” she said softly. “Please, tell me how I can make this up to you. I can offer a gift card or you can pick anything, it’ll be on the house.” I dusted off my clothes, ignoring her entirely, and walked to the extra shopping bag left on the counter, the one with the bracelet inside. I turned to the manager, holding it casually. “I’ll be taking this extra bag to carry our things.” “Of course,” she said quickly, relief in her voice that I wasn’t making it a big deal. “Please, take as many bags as you need.” I smiled faintly, gripping the bag and taking Rebecca’s hand. Together, we walked toward the exit, pausing for a moment in f
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