Chapter 13 - The Reception DeskThe dealership was nothing like the Sterling estate.
The floors were plain.
The coffee machine was cheap.
Customers complained.
Phones rang constantly.
The manager didn't care about her family name.
He cared about whether she arrived on time.
On her third day, an elderly customer dropped a stack of paperwork.
Tiffany immediately bent down to help him.
"Thank you," he said.
She smiled.
"It's no problem."
He looked surprised.
"You know, most people just walk past."
Tiffany paused.
Once, she would have been one of those people.
Now she understood.
Small acts mattered.
She began noticing things she had ignored her entire life.
The janitor who arrived before sunrise.
The cashier who skipped lunch.
The delivery driver who carried boxes in the rain.
The receptionist who smiled even when customers shouted.
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None of them were invisible.
Tiffany had simply trained herself not to see them.
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