Sold Out

Stalking out of Leona’s booth, Ignatius scanned the crowd. There weren’t many people due to the lunch break. However, there were still a few staff on duty. Thinking fast, the mafia boss pulled out his unlimited credit card and approached a slacking staff member.

“You over there,” he glared. “How many more books does gingeromance628 have left on sale?”

Blinking her eyes awake, the sleepy staff member who was a temporary hire gaped at the handsome but scary man. If not for the striking pink tie, she would have mistaken him for a mafia boss instead of a fan!

“Oh! Please give me a moment to check,” the flustered sales girl scurried to ask her manager who was on lunch break.