Ding!
[Payment successful!]
The successful chime of the card reader echoed through the quiet private room, breaking the tense silence. The store manager's face lit up with joy as she announced cheerfully, "Miss Hera, your total of $13.6 million has been successfully processed. We just need your signature on the receipt and the address of your hotel for the personal delivery."
Her voice nearly carried a chirp of excitement she could barely contain. The sales associate beside her was even more ecstatic—internally thanking every lucky star that she hadn't made the fatal mistake of judging Hera by appearance or listening to Alice's earlier provocations.
If she had belittled or mistreated Hera like those cliché store staff in novels—mocking her, speaking ill of her to her face, or trying to humiliate her—then today would have ended in complete disgrace.
