Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The woman recognized them too, though she regarded them with disdain “Oh, it’s you two? How dare you shop here? Can you
even afford this? Don’t embarrass yourselves!”
“It’s our concern, not yours,” Sabrina responded in an icy tone. Then, she turned to the saleswoman. “I chose this first. Wrap it
for me, please.”
Without hesitation, the other woman charged forward, declaring, “Package that watch for me! Don’t sell it to them. They couldn’t
possibly afford it!”
The watch had caught her eye the moment she saw it; it perfectly suited the gentleman she had met on the flight. If their paths
crossed again, she planned to gift it to him.
The saleswoman’s eyes moved up and down the woman’s attire, then turned to Sabrina and Bettie with uncertainty.
Sabrina’s and Bettie’s outfits were tastefully selected, certainly more refined than those of average people.
The other woman’s appearance, however, was striking, adorned with well-known brands from head to foot.
Sabrina confidently placed her credit card on the table, stating, “Since I’ve chosen to purchase this, you can be certain I have the
means.”
“I’LL pay five times the amount. Sell it to me,” the woman demanded, her voice full of authority. “If you give it to me, I’ll purchase
others as well.”
This was obviously a wealthy woman.
Selling several watches to her would ease the saleswoman’s concerns about meeting the month’s sales targets.
Caught in a mental debate, the saleswoman turned to Sabrina with a troubled expression. “Miss, we offer many styles here.
Would you consider selecting another?”
The other woman’s gaze fell on Sabrina, her smile smug and taunting.
Sabrina’s brow furrowed as she protested, “I arrived here first and chose this watch before anyone else. Shouldn’t there be a
first-come, first-served policy? Where is your manager? I wish to speak with him

The woman’s arrogance grew as she retorted, “Calling the manager won’t help you. Even if he were here, the watch would still
be mine!”
Bettie, rolling her eyes at the woman, inquired, “Sabrina, do you hear a dog barking? How strange! Why would there be a dog
barking in the mall?”
“Perhaps someone forgot to tie its leash,” Sabrina responded, playing along.
“You dare call me a dog?” The woman’s eyes blazed with anger.
“I didn’t say that. It’s not my concern if you want to associate yourself with one.” Bettie shrugged her shoulders.
Furious, the woman lunged at Bettie, hand raised to strike.
Sabrina quickly intercepted her, grabbing her arm and pushing her back.
“You dare to hit us?”
Noticing that she was overpowered, the woman yelled at the saleswoman, “They attacked me together. Kick them out!”
The store’s manager appeared at that moment.