The men's bags were quite simple, without the glitz and glamour of the women's section, predominantly in three colors: gray, white, and black.
Under the bright lights, a black briefcase caught Nia Mitchell's eye. It was simple yet dignified, modest yet powerful, embodying the calm and composed demeanor of a leader.
It seemed perfect for Uncle Peary. Without much thought, Nia picked up the bag from the shelf.
"Miss, your taste is impeccable; this bag just arrived this morning," said the salesperson as they approached, though inwardly, they were sneering. This person's entire outfit isn't even worth three hundred USD, and she dares to come here to buy a bag? If we hadn't seen her come in with Miss Peary earlier, we wouldn't even bother with her!
Nia glanced at the salesperson, her face beaming with a smile.
"This bag is indeed beautiful. I would like to purchase it."
