“Mr. Horton?”
The hesitant voice pulled James from his thoughts.
Turning, he found the store manager standing nearby.
She glanced toward the entrance where Damien had disappeared moments earlier.
“Has Mr. Blackwood left?”
James closed his eyes briefly.
“Yes.”
Before she could say anything else, he handed her the leather folio Damien had practically thrown at him.
“Please add this to the order and have everything packed as quickly as possible.”
The manager accepted it immediately.
“Of course, Mr. Horton.”
“There’s a bit of a time constraint.”
Understanding immediately dawned on her.
“I’ll personally oversee it.”
“Thank you.”
With that, the manager hurried toward the counter where several associates were already organizing the steadily growing mountain of purchases.
James wat
