When the doors opened, gas rippled through the room. There stood Mr. Sterling, tall, commanding, in a tailored suit. But beside him was the same woman from the day before.
Only now she wore an elegant designer dress, her hair styled flawlessly, diamond earrings glinting in the light. The rude salesman’s face drained of color. He rushed forward, stammering, welcome to Elite Jewels.
How may I assist? The woman held up a hand, silencing him. Then she turned to a young saleswoman who had remained polite the previous day. We’d like to see the diamond necklace, she said.
The salesman who had mocked her tried to intervene. Sir, I can personally assist you with… Mr. Sterling cut him off. My wife has already chosen who will help us.
As the young saleswoman carefully presented the necklace, the billionaire’s wife looked at the stunned staff. Yesterday you saw a poor woman. Today you see a wealthy one.
But I was the same person both times. She turned to the rude salesman. You judged me before knowing me…
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