Semua Bab The Secret Billionaire in Aisle 9 : Bab 111 - Bab 120

The rain had started before closing.Not a drizzle, not the kind of half-hearted mist that flirted with the concrete. It came down in torrents—sharp, unforgiving needles of water that lashed against the front windows of the newly renovated BuyMore. Thunder growled low above the rooftop vents, and the automatic doors hiccuped every time the wind shrieked down the sidewalk.Callie stood near the tech kiosk, tapping her phone with one hand, clipboard in the other, checking stock notes and sales logs, trying to appear unaffected. But her focus was broken. Eli had been off since noon.Not inattentive—just quiet.No puns. No awkward yet endearing hovering. No casual glances as he passed her in the breakroom.She’d noticed.And she hated that she noticed.Outside, thunder cracked.Naomi, who was finishing her register count, glanced up. “You sure it’s not a tornado?”Callie shook her head absently. “Not in thi

The store felt quieter with Eli gone.Even though the music still played over the speakers, even though the register bells rang out at checkout and the floor buzzed with casual foot traffic, there was a hush to it all. An underlying murmur of uncertainty threading through every shelf and shadow.Callie noticed it more than anyone else.Eli hadn’t told her why he’d left, only that it was urgent and he’d be back in a few days. No exact date. No details. Just that familiar look in his eyes before he slipped out—apology and determination all rolled into one, like a man burdened by something too big for casual words.She hadn't asked.Not directly, anyway.But she knew something was happening behind the scenes.And in his absence, she had only one job.Hold the line.“Alright team,” she said, clapping her hands together as the morning meeting began near the customer service desk. “New week, same energy. We’r

The early morning sun poured through the front windows of the newly renovated BuyMore flagship store, casting a golden glow across the polished floors and freshly painted walls. Everything gleamed. Shelves were restocked with precise symmetry, the employee uniforms were upgraded with embroidered name tags, and even the customer service bell had been replaced with a sleek digital touchpad. But beneath the clean lines and pristine surfaces, there was a current of anxiety and excitement. The transition into flagship status meant more than a new coat of paint or a deeper stockroom. It meant higher expectations, more visibility from corporate, and an ever-thickening stream of customer traffic. BuyMore had become a spotlighted branch. And the team—Callie, Marcus, Brenda, Eli, Naomi, and the rest—were the faces behind the name. Callie stood near the new staff bulletin board, reading the latest memo from headquarters. A “Welcome to Flagship Orientat

The hum of the new display lights had become a kind of lullaby to the BuyMore team—a constant, steady presence after the chaos of the reopening rush. The gleaming aisles, reorganized departments, and customer feedback screens were all in place. But it wasn’t just the store that had transformed.Callie leaned against the front register as dusk settled through the tall glass panels of the entry doors. The light outside softened to amber, and for the first time in weeks, she wasn’t mentally cataloging an issue to fix or a meeting to schedule. For once, the store felt… calm.Behind her, she heard the familiar scuff of boots.“Fancy seeing you here,” Eli said as he approached, holding two paper cups of hot chocolate. “Break room was too quiet.”She accepted the cup with a smile. “You’re getting good at reading my moods.”“I’ve had practice,” he said lightly, though his eyes—warm and steady—held more meaning than his words gave away.T

There wasn’t a big moment when it all became clear. No grand proposal at a ball game, no flash mob, no banner flying across the sky.Instead, there was a Sunday morning.There was a warm breeze through Brenda’s apartment window. There was the sound of a kettle whistling and Marcus humming tunelessly as he shuffled around the kitchen in socks.And there was Brenda—barefoot, sleepy-eyed, wrapped in one of Marcus’s oversized hoodies—leaning against the doorframe, watching him fumble with the toast.This was what love looked like for them.Not the fireworks. The little things.Marcus noticed her then, standing quietly with that faint smile on her face.“Hey,” he said, a little sheepish. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. But, uh…” He looked at the burnt toast and gave a helpless shrug. “I might’ve lost the battle.”Brenda stepped forward, arms circling around his middle. “It’s perfect.”“You didn’t