NovelEnglishChapter 505 An Unyielding Salesperson Ivanna glared at the young girl.
“What’s with your attitude? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” “Why can’t I speak like this? Don’t come here if you don’t want to hear it.
Remember to keep your dignity intact.
Do you think this place is your personal jewelry box?” The saleslady spat.
Baffled, I asked, “Calm down. Explain what you mean. I just wanted to look at this bracelet. Is there a problem?” The store manager hurried over. She pulled the salesperson behind her and said. “Ms. Chloe, I'm sorry. She didn’t mean it!” “Who says I didn’t mean it? I meant it!
I might as well quit if it bothers you so much! You treat this place like your own without shame. I’ve never seen someone as greedy as you. You treat this place like a pawn shop. Don’t you know any better?” The girl was relentless. Even my composure wavered in the face of such blistering criticism.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI frowned. “Have I offended you? Are you talking about me?” “yes, I'm talking about you!” The girl was fearless.
The store manager lost her temper.
“That’s enough! Shut your mouth!” The girl ripped open her work uniform, slamming it onto the counter with a loud bang.
“1 quit! So what? Do you think I'm afraid? Do you think this shop will last much longer with your ridiculous management? It’s going out of business soon. There won’t be enough jewelry for her to take!” What on earth was going on? “Miss, could you please clarify? When did I take anything from this store?” “Oh, are you still going to deny it? How dare you say you took nothing?!” As she approached me from behind the counter, the girl exuded unwavering determination.
The store manager got angry. ‘Megan, if you’re not going to work, then leave! Stop causing a scene. This isn’t the place for your temper tantrums. If you want to quit, submit your resignation.
Tiffany, get Mr. Chuck over here, Conduct a check and let her go!” The girl retorted, “Ms. Matilda, your methods aren’t always right. The reason I took this job is because I have a passion for jewelry. I love its designs.
I admire the creative concepts.
“It’s not because I’m fascinated with their prices. I despise greed. She doesn’t love jewelry. She just loves money!” Megan pointed at me, launching her accusation.
“Ask her about the jewelry she took.
Ask her if she understands the design.
She’s just a materialistic commoner who goes for whatever's expensive.” [ listened, even though she was harsh.
[vanna was on the verge of losing her cool several times, but I stopped her.
“I'll speak my mind today, even if Mr.
Atlas himself shows up. I respect our boss, and I don’t deny that he’s my idol. But his judgment of people isn’t great. To think he’d be interested in a woman like her, it’s such a disappointment!” The girl spoke.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer last comment didn’t seem fair.
What did she mean by “interested in a woman like me?” Was it because I have a history and a child? Atlas himself hasn’t minded, so what gave her the right to judge? Still, I maintained my composure.
“Let her go! Don’t stop her. And please explain. What kind of woman am I? What did I do?” I asked.
By now, quite a crowd had gathered in
the store, all observing.
Those who could afford to shop there were wealthy or influential. I was sure some of them recognized me. I had to admit that I seemed to attract controversy.
“What's wrong? Do you think that changing your outfit means I won't recognize you? You just took so many items from the store, and now you're back? You've got some nerve. What else do you want to take? Do you think Mr. Atlas is a pushover?” Her face had turned a fiery shade of red from her anger. I frowned and exchanged glances with Ivanna, who was equally baffled.
[vanna said, “Have you lost your mind? When did we come here? Your name's Megan, right? Explain yourself. When
did we take anything for free? Huh?” “Say it again?” Megan was now fuming.
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