The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 The Slip-On Sandals
In the car, Robin noticed that Vera was barefoot.

"Vera, seriously? You're the CEO of Silva Group, and you're going to work barefoot? Where are your shoes?"

She glared at him. "You're really asking where my shoes went? Last night, you threw both of them into the lake! Or did you conveniently forget that part?"

"I threw your shoes into the lake? I ... don't remember that at all." Robin's voice trailed off as he realized he might've just confessed.

"Don't you play dumb with me! When we get to town, you're buying me a new pair of shoes! Those shoes cost me 80,000 dollars, do you have any idea how heartbroken I am?"

Robin rolled his eyes. "I'm not buying you shoes. And anyway, it's early; no stores are open yet. Just have your assistant order a pair for you later."

Vera huffed. "Every time we go up to that mansion of yours on Dawnspire Heights Estates, you find some excuse to get rid of my shoes!

"The last time, I had to walk out of there in socks, and Piper laughed at me for a week!

"And this time, I don't even have flip-flops! Robin, I swear, if you do this again ... "

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?"

She hesitated, then said with a defiant smile, "I'll just camp out in your precious mansion and never leave!"

They bickered the whole drive. Just as they were about to reach the Silva Group building, Robin spotted a small shoe store open on the side of the road.

"Fine, fine, stop complaining. There's a shoe shop over there. I'll get you a pair." He paused.

"What's your size again?"

"Size 6!" Vera covered her mouth to hide a grin, feeling oddly thrilled.

Finally, he's buying something for me!

Robin went over to the shop and, without much thought, picked out a pair of slip-on sandals for ten dollars.

Vera watched him from the car, feeling a warm glow inside.

She imagined the nice, stylish shoes Robin might bring back for her.

Maybe today will actually be a good day, she thought with a smile.

After paying, Robin noticed the shoes weren't even bagged. "Hey, don't you have a box or something for these?"

The shopkeeper gave him a look. "A box? For a ten-dollar pair of sandals?"

Robin looked down at the sandals. Fair enough. The box would probably be worth more than the shoes themselves.

"Well ... how about a plastic bag, at least?"

The shopkeeper sighed, rummaging around under the counter before producing a crumpled, slightly dirty plastic bag.

Robin raised an eyebrow. "This is the best you've got?"

"Sir," the shopkeeper replied with a sigh, "business is tough these days. Margins are tight."

Robin rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever."

He slipped the sandals into the plastic bag and walked back to the car.

Vera waited, her excitement growing. He probably picked out something fashionable, she thought to herself, imagining him bringing back a pair of elegant heels.

But when she saw the crumpled plastic bag he was carrying, her face fell.

"You've got to be kidding me! Robin, these are the shoes you bought?"

Robin nodded, handing her the bag. "Yep, size 6. The shopkeeper said they were the finest pair they had."

"How much did you pay for these?" she asked, her voice rising.

"Ten dollars," Robin replied as he got back in the car.

Vera nearly lost it. "You expect me to wear ten-dollar shoes to the office?

"Where I meet with people who manage billion-dollar portfolios?

"Then don't wear them." Robin shrugged. "This was the most expensive pair they had. The guy even tried to sell me a two-dollar pair, but I didn't go that cheap."

Vera shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe this. I threw out my 80,000 dollars shoes only to end up with ten-dollar slip-on sandals."

She opened the bag and looked at the shoes—green plastic with tacky little bows and gaudy floral patterns around the edges.

"Gosh, I'll look like a total fool if I wear these!" she muttered.

Robin sighed. "Just wear them for now. Better than going barefoot. You can buy a new pair at the mall across from your office.

"I think they probably open at nine."

"Great, just great," Vera grumbled. "Thanks to you, today's going to be a long day of getting laughed at."

When they reached the entrance to Silva Group, Vera stepped out of the car in her bright green slip-on sandals.

The receptionists and security guards at the entrance immediately noticed her unusual footwear.

She could feel eyes following her as she walked through the lobby.

"Hey, check out Ms. Silva's shoes today. Bold choice!"

"Is it the trending wear?"

"Yeah, I think that's the new trend—bringing back that classic, old-school style ... "

Vera held back a laugh. They actually think these ten-dollar shoes are some kind of high fashion ...

Sarah rushed over as Vera entered the office. "Ms. Silva!"

Vera waved a hand dismissively. "Stop calling me that."

Sarah glanced down at her shoes, trying not to laugh. "Vera, those shoes are ... um, quite the statement."

She then laughed.