"Excuse me, but I can't disclose the identity of our VIP client. Please step aside," the sales associate said, about to close the door.
Serena stood her ground, arms crossed over her chest, and asked with a hint of pride, "Do you have any idea how much I spent at the previous store?"
The sales associate, seeing this self-important woman before her, remembered the manager mentioning that a certain rich girl, clad in a pink suit, had managed to offend Bard's wife. The word on the street was that Bard's wife had sent a clear warning: anyone who dared to do business with that rich girl was looking for trouble.
It wasn't just Bard's wife one should be wary of. Even the sales associate, struggling to suppress the urge to roll her eyes at the haughty display, was annoyed.
If it weren't for the fact that she represented a top-tier brand, and that rolling her eyes would tarnish its image, she would have loved to serve this girl a hefty dose of disdain.
