“We know.” I held out a hand. “But we still appreciate it. We’d also appreciate someone to take note of what we purchase. Especially while we’re in the furniture department. We expect to be purchasing quite a lot.”

He glanced between all of us, eyes lingering on Kade. “I’ll see what I can do.”

I gave Esme’s hand to Avery. “Why don’t you guys go to paint and get started? I want to arrange the delivery with Mr. Syme.”

Kade was smirking as they left, and Esme was looking back at me, worried as always.

The manager straightened after they disappeared. “You’re not our usual clientele,” he said. “I’m not sure I can justify excusing someone from their duties to tend you simply because your Omega has some fame.”

“That’s not why you’ll do it,” I said mildly, pulling out my wallet. The slick black card for the pack account got things done when everything else couldn’t. You couldn’t get one of these without… well, a lot.

“When I said we intend to spend a lot today, this is what I mean.” I held out the card to him and watched his eyes go wide. “Not only will we be furnishing our Omega’s suite, we will want immediate delivery, and people to paint the room when we leave here today. I’m sure you can make that happen, right?”

He nodded. “Absolutely, I can. Mr.?”

“Mr. Gray.” I handed him the card and let him see it. “Do you need anything else to give us the service we need?”

“Ah, no. Thank you.” He handed the card back to me. “And my apologies.”

“Accepted. With a note that perhaps you shouldn’t judge your clients based on appearance.”

He looked appropriately chastised, and I smothered my smile as I walked past him to go after my pack. I turned back to him at the last second. “Oh, and Mr. Syme?” He was already typing on his phone. “Yes, Mr. Gray?”

“Miss Williams is not to be told the cost of anything, nor the total of what we spend here today. Even if she asks. Is that clear?”

“It is.”

“Good. We’ll be in the paint department.”

I almost wished I’d had Esme stay to see it because it was so satisfying, but humiliating the guy wasn’t going to get him on our good side. As it was, he was embarrassed enough and would probably spend the day making sure we had a good experience. Nothing else was necessary.

“Is wallpaper weird now?” Esme asked no one as I entered the small section of the floor dedicated to paints and decorations. “Because this is pretty.”

Her fingers were on a pale gray wallpaper covered in metallic silver trees. I touched her on the shoulder to let her know I was back. “It’s very pretty. And no, I don’t think it’s weird.”