Sunday was about as busy as Saturday at the store. It was okay, though. It meant people liked our products and we had lots of repeat customers. Nance wasn’t there, so I was the acting store manager, with the other assistant, Becky, as my backup.
Jones and Dimitri were on the registers, and Rico, Laura, Vivian, and Sal were spread out across the departments, restocking items and helping customers. I helped out as needed, replenishing inventory when necessary, and simply being on hand for questions or minor emergencies.
At around five-thirty in the afternoon, things had settled down a little, since the store would close at six. I was in the linen section, helping two customers decide what was best for their guest bedroom, when I heard a throat clear behind me.
I turned, a smile on my face
