From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 466

"Where's your manager? Get her here right now, I want to file a complaint!"

The sharp voice instantly drew the attention of everyone in the store. All eyes turned toward the source of the commotion.

Yet, the woman at the center of the scene only grew more arrogant, assuming an air of superiority. The sales associate she had slapped stood there, one side of her face swollen and red, tears silently streaming down.

The manager hurried over from the other side of the shop. "Ms. White! This employee is new and a bit clumsy. I'm so sorry for any inconvenience she caused you! Baber, apologize to Ms. White right now!"

This Ms. White was known as Violet.

Violet was a premium member at their store, coming in every month for her beauty treatments. She was a big spender, and the manager certainly didn't want to offend such a valuable customer over an employee.

So, regardless of the facts, the fault must lie with the employee.

The employee who had been slapped looked up at the manager, her voice filled with frustration, "Manager, this isn't my fault. She hit me first..."

The manager frowned and snapped coldly, "Baber! Do you not want to keep your job?"

Working at a high-end skincare store came with a good salary and commissions, and sometimes even tips from clients. Baber had gone through quite the ordeal to land this position, so she certainly didn't want to lose it. Swallowing her pride, she apologized.

In the adult world, what's a little injustice, right?

Even after the apology, Violet seemed dissatisfied.

like to offer it to you as a token of our appreciation. I know a single skincare item might not be much for someone like you, but please accept it

was thoroughly appeased by the manager's flattery. She accepted the skincare product with a slight nod.

you, Ms. White," the manager

brand these shoes are? If you ruin them, could you afford to pay for them? I doubt you'll ever amount to more than a lowly sales clerk

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