Third Person's POV
The manager was offering Gloria a way to save face. If she agreed, the jewelry could be stored under the pretense of consignment, allowing her to retain some dignity.
Gloria visibly relaxed, her iron-grey eyes losing some tension, and she smiled gratefully, tears still welling up.
But this smile looked kind of pitiful. Even her pheromones became softer.
Before she could speak, Sabrina pouted and left shallow silver-grey claw marks on the jewelry box. "No need for consignment. I'm taking this back to the pack today. You can send someone to our place for payment."
The sulfuric pheromones turned sharp again, carrying an air of unquestionable stubbornness.
The manager looked at Sabrina and said with a smile, "Ma'am, that's perfectly acceptable. We have many more ruby h
