The Alpha's Fated Desire
“Alright listen, kid. This isn’t a request about screen repair, I need someone competent. Preferably someone who owns a suit.”
He stared at me for a second, just enough to realize I wasn’t playing around. Then shrugged and shuffled into the back, yelling something about “customers being dramatic again.”
Five minutes later, a tall, sharp-eyed man in his late thirties appeared, with his sleeves rolled up, and a Bluetooth earpiece lodged in his ear.
“I’m Mark, store manager. What seems to be the problem?”
I smiled politely. “Is there somewhere we can talk in private?”
He gave me a once-over. My outfit didn’t exactly scream corporate client, but I’m guessing his curiosity won, and he nodded. “Fo
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