But before she could walk away, Eleanor noticed a small display of handbags.
"Actually, I would also like to see that cream handbag."
Vanessa looked toward the display.
"That one?"
"Yes, please."
"That's part of our limited collection."
"Wonderful."
Vanessa exhaled sharply.
She had already decided that Eleanor was wasting her time. Now she was asking to see another expensive item.
"Perhaps you should look at our accessories section," Vanessa suggested. "There are more affordable options there."
Eleanor looked at her.
"I didn't ask for affordable options."
The words were quiet, but they carried enough weight to make Vanessa uncomfortable.
Chloe stepped forward.
"I can show you the handbag, ma'am."
"Thank you."
Chloe brought the handbag from its display and placed it on the counter.
Eleanor examined the stitching, the interior, and the small metal clasp.
"It's beautifully made," she said.
"Would you like to see how it looks with the coat?" Chloe asked.
"That would be lovely."
Chloe helped Eleanor try the handbag over her shoulder.
For the first time since entering the store, Eleanor looked genuinely pleased.
"I'll take both."
Vanessa stared at her.
"Both?"
Eleanor nodded.
"Yes."
Vanessa forced a smile.
"Of course. I'll prepare your purchase."
She carried the items toward the register, but as she turned away, she muttered something under her breath.
Chloe heard it.
"So much for not being able to afford anything."
Chloe's expression changed.
"Vanessa, stop."
"What?"
"You've been rude to her since she walked in."
"I'm doing my job."
"No. You're judging her."
Vanessa rolled her eyes.
"Don't lecture me. I've worked here longer than you."
Eleanor stood nearby, quietly listening.
She did not interrupt.
She had learned long ago that people often revealed their true character when they believed no one important was watching.
At the register, Vanessa began entering the items.
"Would you like a store membership?" she asked, suddenly adopting a more professional tone.
"Perhaps. What does it include?"
Vanessa explained the benefits quickly, barely making eye contact.
Eleanor listened, then asked a question about the store's return policy.
Vanessa answered impatiently.
"Everything is on the receipt."
"I see. And if the coat has a manufacturing defect?"
"You can bring it back."
"Within how many days?"
Vanessa sighed.
"Thirty days, depending on the item."
"Thank you."
Eleanor reached into her handbag and removed a slim leather wallet.
Before she could take out her card, the boutique's entrance opened.
A man in a tailored black suit walked inside.
He was in his early forties, with dark hair, a serious expression, and the confident posture of someone accustomed to making important decisions.
His name was Richard Hale.