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    She scrutinized the sportswear, neatly folded but appearing quite small in size.


    She continued, “Mr. Deleon probably can’t fit into this sportswear. I doubt Colby can, either. So, may I ask… Who is the sportswear for?”


    Hearing this, the sales assistant and store manager were so stunned that they held their breaths. They lowered their heads, wishing they could turn around and leave. They were afraid of hearing something they weren’t supposed to hear.


    “My personal matters are none of your concern,” Amoura countered tersely. Though she sounded irritated, her words inadvertently confirmed the suspicions. She turned to the manager and said sharply, “Enough with the excuses. Deal with this now!”


    Startled, the manager quickly turned and pushed the sales assistant forward. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Deleon. She’s responsible for this customer. She’ll be held ountable now.”


    Upon hearing this, the sales assistant began to cry. She shook her head, overwhelmed and at a loss for words.


    “Eileen…” Bailee spoke up.


    It was evident the sales assistant was being made a scapegoat. Earlier, she had even tried to help Bailee resolve the issue properly.


    Eileen said to the sales assistant, “Your employee handbook should clearly define the circumstances under which you’re in vition and potentially liable forpensation. You might want to consult awyer to determine ifpensation is required in this situation. However, it won’t be your store owner or Amoura you should sue, but rather the individual who explicitly requests you topensate.”


    The sales assistant was stunned for a few seconds.


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    Once she understood the situation, she quickly responded, “When I was hired, the terms were clear that as long as I didn’t steal money from customers, didn’t profit from pricing discrepancies, and didn’t damage the clothes, there’d be no issues regardingpensation. Additionally, I was already working on something else when I was called to assist this customer. It was the manager who asked me toe over, so it’s not my…”


    “Fault.” With Eileen present, the manager couldn’t shift the me onto the sales assistant. She could only clench her teeth and say, “I’ll call the boss right now and make sure this matter is resolved to your satisfaction, Mrs. Deleon.”


    “Mrs. Deleon, the cosmetic surgery on your left eye doesn’t seem so sessful. The corner of your eye is drooping,” Phoebe said, making a funny face, and then walked away with her arms linked with Eileen and Bailee.


    Once they were outside the store, Bailee realized something. “Is that woman the person you guys always talk about?”


    The three of them had a group chat together. Just a few days earlier, Eileen had brought up Amoura’s name multiple times while discussing her involvement with a younger man. Bailee remembered that.


    Phoebe nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, that’s the woman who always causes trouble for Eileen. Next time you see her, steer clear of her. You’re not ready to deal with someone like her.”


    “Got it,” Bailee replied. She knew she wasn’t cunning enough to outmaneuver such a maniptive person and didn’t want to inadvertentlyplicate things for Eileen.


    “Do you think the sportswear is for that person Amoura is keeping at her house?” Eileen asked Phoebe.


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