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She blurted out hastily to Kristopher, “Mr. Norris, your girlfriend mentioned you favored this pen, so our manager
reserved it especially for you. But then that woman insisted she take it. I'm relieved you've arrived; otherwise,
we mere employees would be at a loss to justify ourselves.”
As she spewed her excuses, the manager's expression turned grim. She pulled the sales assistant aside and
hissed, “Stop talking. I'll take care of you later, so don’t push your luck.”
Before the sales assistant could mention Lise to the manager, Kristopher approached Carrie, draping an arm
protectively around her shoulders. He spoke with cold detachment. “Are you implying my wife doesn’t have the
right to browse your pens? Who exactly do you expect to sell them to here in Orkset?”
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His cutting remarks were aimed squarely at the sales assistant, though he spared her not a single glance.
The sales assistant, her complexion turning ghostly, gaped at Carrie, stammering, “W-wife?”
It dawned on her that she had inadvertently antagonized the very power she ought to have courted. Recalling
her earlier disdain for Carrie, she fervently wished for the earth to swallow her up. Indeed, she was the one
utterly out of touch with reality!
Before the sales assistant could mention Lise to the manager, Kristopher approached Carrie, draping an arm
protectively around her shoulders. He spoke with cold detachment. “Are you implying my wife doesn’t have the
right to browse your pens? Who exactly do you expect to sell them to here in Orkset?”
His cutting remarks were aimed squarely at the sales assistant, though he spared her not a single glance.
The sales assistant, her complexion turning ghostly, gaped at Carrie, stammering, “W-wife?”
It dawned on her that she had inadvertently antagonized the very power she ought to have courted. Recalling
her earlier disdain for Carrie, she fervently wished for the earth to swallow her up. Indeed, she was the one
utterly out of touch with reality!
Camille was well aware that the “girlfriend” referred to by the sales assistant was probably Lise. With calculated
emphasis, Camille said, “Mr. Norris is married to one woman alone! You've mistaken an opportunist for his
legitimate partner. You're supporting the wrong side!”
The store manager intervened promptly, guiding the sales assistant away. “My apologies, Mrs. Norris. She's new
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Carrie's gaze turned cold as she lifted her eyelids to meet the manager's eyes. “Are you suggesting she had the
right to mistreathad | not been Mrs. Norris?” Caught off guard, the manager stumbled through her response,
then offered a smile filled with regret. “My apologies for the poor communication. We aim to treat all our clients
equally, regardless of status. It seems | haven't trained her sufficiently, and for that, | am sorry.” She nudged the
sales assistant, whispering, “Say you're sorry to Mrs. Norris, now.”
The sales assistant murmured an apology, albeit reluctantly. Still feeling the sting of humiliation, her bitterness
toward Carrie intensified. How did someone so ordinary manage to marry someone as distinguished as
Kristopher Norris? Her mind concocted various theories of Carrie’s cunning ascent, which only fueled her disdain
further.
Albin, growing impatient, stepped forward. “Just fire her already. No need to waste twith this nonsense.”
Momentarily forgetting her earlier disagreement with Albin, Camille moved to his side, linking her arm with his,
and replied, “Absolutely! What good is an apology here?”
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