I turned fast–and it was Tracy. Though I didn’t want her to witness this drama, here she was.
She was walking over, her steps slow, steady. Her heels echoed. Her face was calm. But her eyes… they were fierce like a lion ready to devour its prey.
“There’s no need for this,” I said softly to her. “Let’s just go.”
Claire turned with a scoff. “And who are you? What’s your business here?”
Tracy smiled, smooth and sharp. “You don’t need to know who I am before I interfere. Do you just walk around and talk ill to
people that look better than you? But more than that, I’m a woman who knows trash when she sees it.”
Claire blinked, stunned. She never expected anyone around here to challenge her the way Tracy did.
“And for your information,” Tracy continued, voice clear, “Janet is a Golden Customer here. She doesn’t need to fake anything.
And she sure as hell doesn’t wear anything cheap or fake,” she said as she showed them the gold card from before.
Claire looked ready to argue, but Tracy didn’t stop.
family name. Ca
“And you,” Tracy pointed at Claire, “you’re just a little girl who hides behind her family name. Can’t do anything on your own. You are not even a recognized customer here, and yet you talk down to people.”
Tracy blasted her, and I nearly burst into laughter. Tracy wasn’t wrong. Claire is more like a spoiled brat who can’t handle
things on her own.
Claire gasped, her face turning red as she gripped tighter on the phone she was holding.
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“The clothes you’re wearing are even more outdated. You look like a beggar compared someone whose dress can buy your whole closet. Like I said, try looking in the mirror before you call people trash.” Tracy added as Claire’s face turned red. She nearly burst into tears. Tracy never lied about anything.
Then Tracy turned to Flora.
“And you,” she said, voice a little softer but still sharp, “you’re not the only woman who lost a husband early. But instead of healing, you chase after someone else’s man. You should be building your life, not wrecking someone else’s.”
“I–I’m not-” Flora started, tears welling up.
“Stop,” Tracy said firmly. “We’ve seen the act. Crying won’t save you here.”
Flora bit her lip, trying not to cry. But Tracy had already turned around.
“Who do you think you are, that you can just throw words around here? I can just walk you out of this mall now,” Claire said,
as Tracy burst into laughter.
“You really think you can do that?” Tracy said as she pulled her phone from her bag.
“Manager!” she called. “Someone really claims she can walk me out of this mall. I want you here to handle them,” she said as
she ended the call.
Claire laughed. “You think that will move me? You definitely called no one. Someone like you won’t know the manager of this
mall,” she laughed. Flora was as good as silent–she didn’t say anything.
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Soon a well–dressed man in a suit hurried over.
“Yes, Mrs. Williams? Who the hell thinks they can walk you out of this mall?” he asked, polite and alert.
“Kindly remove these two from the mall. I don’t want them near this mall again.”
Claire gasped. “Excuse me? Do you know who I am? Our family is one of the most powerful in this town. My brother is one of the largest shareholders in this mall!”
Tracy crossed her arms. “And your brother isn’t here. Here is my gold card, which the rule of the mall clearly states gives me
equal rights. I can move any lesser customer out. I hold the same rights as your brother,” Tracy laughed.
Claire turned to the manager. “They’re the ones that need to be removed. These gold cards are fake. I want them out or else
my brother will make sure you suffer for it.”
The manager didn’t even flinch. He nodded slightly to a staff woman behind the counter.
She picked up the phone. “Security, please report to counter three.” Two guards arrived within seconds.
“Escort these two out,” the manager said calmly. “And mark their accounts as restricted. They are no longer welcome in this
mall.”
“What?! You can’t do this!” Claire screamed.
“This is so embarrassing. Rowan really needs to hear about this,” Flora gasped.
But the guards already moved. One gently held Flora’s arm, the other walked beside Claire.
“Don’t touch me!” Claire shrieked.
“You’ll regret this!”
They were walked out–angry, red–faced, and furious.
I stood there, stunned. My cart full of bags, my heart full of shock. I hadn’t seen Claire so embarrassed like this before.
“Where did you know those bumpkins from?”
