"Are you kidding me?" Willow snapped at the man standing in front of the sparring room. He looked completely stern and unbothered, while she looked furious.
"I paid, you know? I fucking paid and you're telling me my time's expired?"
"Miss, you only paid for a day," the man said flatly.
"It was three hundred Astras! That's already way too much even for a month!" Willow barked back, but inside, she was angrier at herself for getting scammed.
"You can't go in, miss," the man concluded, his tone final.
"Scammers!" She stormed toward the elevator, jaw tight, and returned to the reception where Ezrik and Evren were waiting. The moment they saw her face, both stood up.
"What happened?" Evren asked first, concern flickering across his bright eyes.
"I got scammed," Willow said, crossing her arms.
Evren's eyes widened. "What?"
"Oh, hell no," Ezrik growled, his voice sharp with anger. He was already pissed about his own money now they had scammed Willow.
