I pushed through the glass doors of the huge luxury store. The moment I stepped into the main showroom, conversations died down. Heads turned, eyes followed me. A few sales associates exchanged glances while others openly stared, and honestly, I looked like I didn’t belong there. My hair was disheveled, strands sticking out in every direction. My shirt was scrunched like someone squeezed the life out of it. There was dirt smudged on one sleeve, and I looked less like a sales manager and more like someone who had barely survived an apocalypse. I immediately felt the weight of dozens of judging eyes pressing down on my shoulders. Unfortunately for me, the CEO of the store had chosen that exact moment to arrive. He had come to finalize a deal with one of the store’s most important customers. The customer was none other than Vindell. Beside him stood his personal assistant, Kate, holding a tablet. They had come to test Carson Wallace’s newest luxury suit collection, which had just
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