5
“Who said Harper can’t afford it?”
The saleswoman panicked. “M–manager, you’re back!”
Amanda, the store manager, walked in and immediately apologized to me.
“I’m so sorry, Harper. I went to grab your coffee. This new employee didn’t know any better.”
She turned to the saleswoman and added, “Harper is one of our VVIP clients. She gets first pick of all new stock. Only after she passes on something can we offer it to other customers.”
The saleswoman’s face went pale, and she hurriedly apologized.
Chase’s face turned red. “You must be mistaken. Harper is just a regular office worker. How could she be one of your VVIPs? Don’t let her fool you!”
The threshold for being a VVIP at this store is spending over $1 million annually.
The manager glared at Chase and Savannah. “I’m sorry, but I’ll have to ask you two to leave. We’re closing the store for Harper.”
Savannah huffed. “I wouldn’t shop here anyway! My boyfriend has plenty of money. He can buy me anything I want from any store. You’re all fools for falling for some poor girl’s tricks!”
She grabbed Chase and stormed out.
I turned to Amanda and said, “I’ll take the entire row of bags. Wrap them up for me.”
