Myles' POV
A crowd had started to form around us, and I felt like I was standing there, completely exposed and stripped of all dignity.
“Get up!” I tried to pull Tamara off the floor, but Justine shoved me aside.
His expression was grim as he roared, “Myles! How can you treat your sister-in-law like this?”
I stared at him in disbelief.
She was the one causing a scene and making outrageous demands, yet somehow I was the one being blamed?
Just then, our store manager arrived after hearing the commotion. He took one look at my sister-in-law sitting on the floor and frowned.
“What’s going on here?” he asked, then turned to her, “Ma’am, please get up. This is a place of business.”
But she jabbed a finger at him and snapped, “And who the hell are you? My sister-in-law is a manager here! If you don’t give us that car, I’m not going anywhere!”
The manager’s expression darkened immediately.
“Security!” he called out sharply.
Only then did Tamara panic. She scrambled to her feet and pointed at me, shouting, “Don’t think you’re so great just because someone’s backing you up! This isn’t over! We are getting that car!”
With that, she dragged my brother away.
I watched them storm off and finally let out the breath I’d been holding. Right then and there, I promised myself I would never help her again.
The next day, the moment I stepped into the showroom, something felt off.
My coworkers were acting strange, avoiding eye contact and whispering. The second they noticed me, the whispers stopped cold.
A sense of dread settled in my chest.
Then the store manager spotted me and coldly said, “Myles. Into my office. Now.”
Clueless, I followed him in, and he slammed the door behind us.
“The Maybach from the showroom went missing last night,” he said flatly. “Anything you want to tell me?”
I froze. My mind went completely blank. “What? I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t?” He sneered as he pulled up the security footage. “Then take a look at this.”
The monitor showed a clear recording from the night before, after closing hours.
There they were, my brother and sister-in-law, sneaking back into the showroom. Justine distracted the on-duty staff, leading him inside. Meanwhile, Tamara tiptoed over to the display car, found the keys, and drove the Maybach right out.
“That wasn’t me!” I said, my voice cracking in panic. “I had no idea they were coming back!”
“No idea?” The manager’s tone grew sharper. “Then how did they know exactly where the keys were? How did they know which staff member was working and how easy he’d be to distract?”
“I swear, I didn’t tell them anything! I rejected them, remember?” I defended, panicky.
But the manager just let out a mocking laugh. “Rejected them? The footage shows them coming in at 10 p.m. You clocked out at 9:30. Sounds like you had plenty of time to help them plan it.”
I felt the panic rising in my throat and fumbled to pull out my phone. “I’ll call them right now. I’ll tell them to bring it back immediately!”
I dialed Justine’s number, only to find out his phone was off.
With trembling hands, I called Tamara next.
She answered almost immediately, sounding smug. “Well, well. Calling this early, Myles?”
Trying to hold back my anger, I clenched my jaw and asked, “Tamara, did you seriously steal the car?”
But she just laughed. “Steal? Don’t be dramatic. We just took it out for a little joyride. We’ll bring it back tonight.”
“Are you out of your mind? That car is worth almost half a million! What you did is a crime!” I thundered.
But she didn’t even flinch. “Crime? Please. We’re family. What’s the problem with driving my sister-in-law’s car?”
At this moment, I was on the verge of tears. “It’s not my car! It belongs to the company! Bring it back right now or I swear, I’ll call the police!”
