In the smaller showroom, Evan Miller stood holding the three sets of BMW keys, still half-believing he was dreaming.
Daniel Ruiz walked over, gently closed the thick bank envelope, and looked at Mary with profound respect.
“Mrs. Carter,” Daniel said, his tone entirely professional yet filled with awe. “The delivery for all three X5s will be expedited to your primary office by Tuesday morning. The full fleet agreement will be processed through our corporate division by the end of the day.”
Mary gave a single, approving nod. She picked up her canvas bag, adjusted the frayed strap over her sunburned shoulder, and turned toward the glass exit.
As she passed Grant, who was still standing paralyzed near the entrance, she didn’t even spare him a glance. She walked right past him, out into the bright Texas sun, and climbed back into her battered farm truck.
Some mistakes, she knew, couldn’t be fixed with a polished showroom smile.
