"These, those, and everything in that display window. Wrap them all up. Now."
Marissa Powell didn't even look at the price tags. Her slender finger traced a path across the glass cases of a high-end boutique in the Spectrum Center as if she were marking targets on a battlefield map.
"That one, this one, and the three mannequins in the front? I’ll take the entire set," she continued, her voice cool and commanding. She turned to the head clerk, who was already sweating from the sheer adrenaline of a career-defining commission. "Don’t bother with the fitting rooms. I want one of every single item in your current collection in a size Small. If you don't have it in stock, have it couriered to the Imperial Palace Hotel by tonight."
The clerk stammered, his hands shaking as he clutched a table
