Several wealthy shoppers turned around to watch, whispering and snickering at the scene.
Just as Harper stepped forward to shove Zuri toward the exit, the heavy mahogany doors of the VIP management office swung open. Store Director Alistair Vance strode out, holding a tablet as he prepared to review the evening logs. But the moment his eyes landed on Zuri standing near the center of the showroom, the color drained completely from his face.
Alistair froze. His breath hitched, recognizing the supreme billionaire founder instantly. Panic seized him, and he sprinted across the polished marble floor as fast as his expensive Italian shoes could carry him.