"Mrs. Reid, this bag was already paid for by Mrs. Wilson. If you like, we have many more exclusive, high-end purses upstairs. Why don't you come take a look with me?"
The GM store manager knew he couldn't afford to offend "Selina," so he spoke with a humble tone, trying to reason with her.
"Once a product is sold, it's against our policy to take it back. Don't you agree, Mrs. Reid?"
But the woman ignored him completely, smug and dismissive. She shot a condescending glance at Mrs. Wilson.
"It's not like I can't afford this bag. I'll pay more if I have to. Mrs. Wilson, a word of advice—don't mess with me. Otherwise, when Logan gets here, you'll regret it."
Mrs. Wilson was fuming, her face red with anger. But she had to admit the fake Selina was right—neither she nor the Wilson family could afford to go against Logan.
"You're out of line! Mr. Reid would never let you get away with this kind of bandit behavior—just grabbing whatever you want!"
