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    Judgment shed in her gaze. She was clearly convinced neither Christina nor Chloe could ever qualify as VIPs.


    Were it not for Christina’s steady grip and gentle taps on her hand, Chloe might have erupted then and there. She had never realized just how condescending some salespeople could be. Shopping at home had always spared her this—personal luxury teams catered to her every whim, bringing choices directly to her. On the rare asions she joined friends at high-end boutiques, no one had ever treated her this way.


    Maybe it had always boiled down to appearances. Her friends, dressed head-to-toe in high-endbels and announcing their names at the door, received wless hospitality wherever they went, with staff bending over backward and no one daring to challenge them.


    With a steadyposure, Christina murmured, “If you insist on this, don’t hold it against me when I y hardball.”


    A wave of surprise swept over the group. Katie narrowed her eyes, suspicion coloring her tone. “What trick are you trying to pull now?”


    Suddenly uneasy, the sales assistant felt her confidence waver, worried she might have crossed someone she shouldn’t. “Could you rify what you mean?” she asked, her words cautious as she tried to feel out Christina’s true intentions.


    A cold sweep of Christina’s gaze traveled across the room, finallynding squarely on the sales assistant. “I’m not satisfied with your service. Bring out your store manager.”


    Laughter broke out at her request, with Katie tossing her head back in dramatic amusement. “Is that all? I expected something dramatic, and all you want is to file aint?”


    Thea quickly piled on, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Honestly, I was ready to watch her pull some desperate stunt to make VIP status.”


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    Relief washed over the sales assistant’s features, and any mask of politeness disappeared. Disdain colored her face, unmasked and unashamed. “You need to leave now. This boutique doesn’t serve your kind. If you keep refusing, we’ll have no choice but to remove you by force,” she said, her tone turning rigid.


    Christina parted her lips, ready with a retort, but another voice suddenly cut through the tension, stopping her mid-breath.


    “Please, hold on!” The voice rang out—soft, young, and a little unsure.


    Heads turned toward the sound. A young woman in a store uniform stood there, her wide eyes filled with nervous determination. She was clearly another employee at the luxury boutique.


    “Oh great. What is it now, Valerie?” the senior sales assistant snapped, her voice dripping with irritation.


    Valerie Mitchell hesitated, her fingers twitching as every gazended on her. But despite the nerves tightening in her chest, she took a small step forward. “I just think maybe we should wait for the manager before making any decisions,” she said cautiously. “Didn’t we learn during training that every customer deserves respect?”


    The senior sales assistant crossed her arms, clearly irritated. “Are you using me of being disrespectful?”


    “N-no, that’s not what I meant…” Valerie stammered. “I only remembered how they said we should make sure all customers feel wee.”


    The senior sales assistant cut her off with a sharp voice. “That’s enough.” Her tone turned icy. “Who do you think you are, lecturing me? You haven’t even finished your probation. If the manager were here, he’d back my call. You should spend less time sympathizing with customers and more time learning how to sell—unless you’re looking to be fired for poor performance.”


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