Cross the Line, Cross Them Out
"Sir..."
I exhaled slowly and waved a hand. "Let the 'VIP customer' have them."
The staff exchanged glances laced with pity as Thomas accepted the box with gleeful satisfaction. Turning to me, he sneered, "Tsk. You can only window-shop these luxuries, huh?"
"Check, please," he declared grandly, flashing a credit card.
Those crocodile-leather shoes, priced at $1.38 million, were not items for flashy people like him. Even if he sold every knock-off item on his body, he couldn't cover the deposit.