"Let her go!" one of the saleswomen demanded, her voice quivering with frustration. "You're violating her privacy!"
"Stop filming!" another cried. "If you damage our brand’s image, we’ll take legal action against you!"
"Our products are top luxury goods," the manager added haughtily. "Our brand’s reputation is invaluable!"
I chuckled darkly at their protests.
"Top luxury? What a joke! No amount of glitz can mask the filth here," I shot back.
Then I directed my glare at the manager. "You’re in charge, aren’t you? So tell me, what do you plan to do about this employee of yours who’s out to wreck families? I demand you fire her immediately! She’s the stain tarnishing your precious brand!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause at my words, their support loud and enthusiastic.
Meanwhile, the store manager and the sales team looked visibly rattled, exchanging glances as their initial confidence wavered.
The mistress, now surrounded by a sea of faces and hundreds of phones capturing every angle, appeared desperate. Her bravado slipped and in a moment of fury, she snapped.
"Yes! I flirted with your husband! But he came onto me!" she spat, her voice shaking with anger.
"If you’re so brave, call him here and ask him yourself! Do you really think he’s on your side? He will choose me!"
"You’re insecure because you can’t win your husband’s heart," she sneered. "Men don’t stay with women who lack charm, so no wonder he’s bored with you! Unlike you, I’m beautiful, I’m thoughtful! What can I say? Men want me."
She raised her chin defiantly, her voice dripping with contempt. "You’re just a bitter, miserable woman, clinging to your pathetic morals. Maybe if you took better care of yourself, your husband wouldn’t stray. Ugly women like you only cling to morality out of jealousy."
The venom in her words stung, but she wasn’t finished.
"Do you really think you have what it takes to compete with me? I’m a catch and you’re just a sad, pitiful wife who can’t keep her husband’s attention."
As her tirade went on, a few saleswomen chimed in, snickering and tossing out comments of their own.
"Yes! Why are you making it so hard for her?" one of them remarked, crossing her arms. "You really need a style upgrade."