a trophy.
Then I smiled.
“Elaine,” I said, “the CEO is going to love this.”
She lifted her chin. “Call whoever you want. My son owns this store.”
Grant smirked. “Technically, Mom is just making the transition easier.”
Transition.
Apparently, that was what they called stealing when expensive shoes were involved.
For seven years, I had run Belle & Vale’s busiest flagship location. I knew every supplier, every VIP customer, every employee’s birthday, every ceiling leak, every security blind spot, every clean account, and every suspicious one.
Grant liked telling
