CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Looking at the computer screen, Aggie felt a lump in her throat, knowing that she’d have to watch everyone who came into the shop very carefully. She hated that. Hated that she couldn’t trust any of her customers anymore.
The screen was split into four—each section showed a different part of the inside of Aphrodite’s Closet, and if she pressed a button, she had a good view of the outside too.
Sighing, she turned away from the screen below the counter and smiled at her customer who had bought three new bras and matching knickers.
“ Thank you so much,” Aggie said as she handed the woman her change before she exited the shop.
Another fifteen or so people were wandering around, some were happily chatting with friends, two people were talking on their phones as the
