“This piece is mine,” a woman announced as she walked through the door.
The shopkeeper looked up and greeted her with a nod. “Ms. Sullivan, please have a seat...”
Dakota strode over and declared, “I want that emerald you’re holding.”
She then noticed Isabelle’s tone turning hostile. “We meet again. What a coincidence...”
Ms. Sullivan?
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