Soon enough, the manager of the luxury store arrived with a few other saleswomen in tow, trying to shield the mistress and speaking out defensively.
"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.