Buying Loyalty 1

Tiffany & Co. stood there like a damn palace—spotless glass walls, velvet-lined displays, that signature blue everywhere, making everything feel a little... colder. Softer. Like even the air was expensive.

The moment Parker and Elena stepped inside, the staff clocked them. A sharp-eyed manager in heels so tall they defied physics glanced at Parker's face, then his watch, then his face again before giving that tight-lipped, professional smile that said we know you have money, but how much?

Elena, on the other hand, looked like she didn't belong. Or at least thought she didn't. But not anymore.

Her fingers brushed the edge of a glass case displaying diamond chokers so bright they practically threw light off the walls. She stayed quiet, lips parted just slightly as her eyes traced the fine details.

Parker caught that look.

"Elena."

She snapped back, straightening. "Sir?"