When they returned, Linda placed the key on his desk. “I’ll take all three,” she said.
“Today. No financing.” Caleb blinked once. “All three?” “All three.” She reached into her canvas bag and pulled out a thick envelope stamped with the name of a private bank.
The dealership manager, Marcus Vega, walked over just as Caleb began opening the purchase file.
Marcus glanced at the paperwork. Then he went completely still for a moment.
At the top of the first page was a name recognized across three Oklahoma counties.
LINDA HAYES OWNER AND CHAIRWOMAN HAYES RIDGE FARMS Marcus looked up from the documents to her faded dress.
“You’re Linda Hayes?” he said quietly. “The Hayes Ridge Farms?” Linda calmly signed the first page.
Before she could answer, her phone rang. The name on the screen belonged to the owner of the dealership that had just turned her away.
Marcus’s eyes moved toward the second document inside the envelope — a fleet proposal worth far more than three SUVs.
That’s when the showroom doors opened and Derek rushed inside, pale and out of breath.
He stared at Linda. At the contracts. At the three sets of BMW keys sitting on the desk.
Linda finally looked up. “You said you were saving me time,” she told him.
Marcus opened the fleet document and quietly read the number on the first line.
Derek’s face went white. (I know you’re all very curious about the next part, so if you want to read more, please leave a “YES” comment below!)
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