Dante didn’t move or flinch. He didn’t behave like one who they’ve just discarded.
The junior sales associate bit back a laugh, adjusting her silk gloves breaking the awkward silence . "Sir, our pieces require financial verification before we even open the display cases. Perhaps we could look at the catalog? It’s much safer for... everyone involved."
Aria felt the familiar heat of indignation rising, but before she could speak, Dante’s calm took over the room. "Like I said earlier, I am not browsing," he repeated. "I will buy today. Show me the best you have. No substitutions. No alternatives."
Julianne’s eyes narrowed. A predatory light flickered in them—she saw an opportunity to end this once and for all. If she showed him something truly unreachable, his bluff would shatter in front
