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The clerks are intimidated by Lance—he radiates power and displeasure. His every move suggests that he’s a man who is not used to refusal. They stand frozen and unsure. Suddenly one of them whispers, “It really is Lance Hamilton.” Like magic, the clerks spring into action, wrapping and bagging every single piece on display. Another team of clerks go to the back of the store to fetch pieces from the store safe. They take advantage of their time in the back to gossip. “What the hell? I thought that woman was broke,” whispers one clerk, “Is that man really the legendary Lance Hamilton?” “I don’t know,” says the second, “But rumor is Lance is in love with his childhood sweetheart. They say he gave her a 200 million dollar ring.” “Well then, that’s probably why he’s doing this,” replies