Chapter 536:
Her gaze upon the mall manager was icy and piercing.
âArenât you aware sheâs the sales associate I specifically asked for?â she remarked sharply.
The mall manager offered a wry, apologetic smile.
âIâm sorry, Miss Morgan, but reinstating a sales assistant isnât within your powers.â
Lindsayâs complexion flushed a deep crimson with humiliation.
In a flash of rage, Lindsay rose and delivered a sharp slap to the mall manager.
âDo you even know who I am? Do you have any idea how much I spend here every month? Is this your way of treating a valued customer?â
Her fury spilled out in rapid, pointed inquiries. In the heat of her tirade, she declared her intent forcefully, âI will lodge a formal complaint. I demand your dismissal from this position!â
The mall managerâs demeanor stayed composed and courteous.
âI truly apologize if you felt slighted, Miss Morgan. Regarding your complaint, would it help if I explained how you can officially file it?â
Under usual circumstances, crossing Lindsay would result in being swiftly kicked out.
However, with Harleeâs support, even the arrival of another influential figure like Lindsay wouldnât intimidate the mall manager.
Lindsayâs expression darkened at once. She grasped the underlying insult in the mall managerâs words with crystal clarity.
He was insinuating that no matter how much she complained, it would have no impact on him.
The surrounding snickers grew louder and more distinct.
Caught between embarrassment and anger, Lindsay clenched her teeth in vexation and retorted, âNo need! I will make sure youâll lose your job over this!â
Harlee observed the escalating tension with a detached air and said to the mall manager, âIâll leave the fallout to you.
And regarding this dressâ¦â
Glancing at the stunning dress the sales assistant had been pushing on Tiffany since they stepped in, Harlee made up her mind.
âIâll take it. Kindly package it for us.â
The boutique manager promptly intervened.
âMiss Sanderson, we understand the need to improve our staff training. To make amends, may I offer this dress to your friend as a gift?â
Harlee frowned.
âThat wonât be necessary.â
The boutique manager quickly said, âIt is the ownerâs explicit desire. If you decline, Iâm afraid it could cause further issuesâ¦â
Harlee extended her credit card with a confident flair.
âGo ahead and charge it.â
âIf there are any issues, she should come see me first.â Her voice carried a chilling, assertive edge, filled with an unmistakable hint of arrogance.
The onlookers erupted into a commotion.
Clearly, Harlee not only had connections with top executives of this mall but was also on familiar terms with the owner of this upscale boutique.
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