"Poor guy, he's got it rough..."
Wendy, unsure whether I was telling the truth or hinting at her situation, decided to play dumb.
"So, Wendy, why are you here? And with a student, no less? Could it be... that you've got something going on too?"
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"Ms. Soap has been saving her money for years, and you just blew it on a motorcycle, then handed over forty thousand dollars as a tip to the saleswoman."
Aron suddenly chimed in before Wendy could respond.
"Spending that much on a saleswoman...I think it's you who's cheating! Ms. Soap just came to me to vent, what's wrong with that?"
"Yeah, Landon! I think you're the one who's got issues," Wendy echoed, quickly jumping on Aron's defense.
Their back-and-forth accusations made me chuckle.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Wendy's voice filled the entire sales center.
People gathered around, watching with interest. The men stared with wide eyes, some even smirking, while the women turned red and hurried away in embarrassment.
"So, Wendy." I said, my tone calm and mocking, "whose fault is it again?"
"Aron, look at what you've done!"