The fear that the employee was displaying was akin to soone thrown in the deep end of a swimming pool without a life jacket or swimming skills. It was terror___, nightmare, wake up in a sweat kind of terror.
"What kind of special client is this? Is it the first lady of the country?" Grandma Mayfair asked.
She was asking herself but they all heard the question.
"Get your hands off of my mother, we are not leaving. Can't you tell by his hair who he is?"
Phoebe did not want to give up their Mayfair identities so she took advantage of David. He in turn was proud to flash a smile and lift the hat on his head. Like many other Saxon's, he didn't go around displaying his hair unnecessary. For Phoebe, however, if she needed it, he was even willing to pull out a free strands for the employee to test.
The woman's eyes of course widened and she bit her bottom lip, still nervous. She looked from them to the door, still displaying skittish behavior.
"Ha! who is this special guest that even a pure blood Saxon is not enough to make you relax?" Grandma Mayfair asked the employee.
Phoebe stepped in quickly, stopping the employee from revealing the answer by chasing her away. This needed to be witnessed, not narrated.
Her anticipation was in high gear, there was no way Jennie's affection towards Ruth was going to remain unshaken after this experience.
"Mother, when Ruth cos over, we will get the answers." she whispered.
Phoebe's feet were a little restless, she was all but ready to fly away on a bubble of excitent. David read her face and he put his hands on her shoulders.
"Smile a little less shortie." he whispered to her.
Phoebe didn't even react to the 'shortie' which was a direct reference to her height. She only cared about Ruth getting busted, and to have it happen on the sa day when Ophelia had been fired. Karma was really doing it's job.
Jennie was rather confused. "Ruth? What has she got to do with this?"
Phoebe wasn't about to spoil the surprise, she clearly rembered that she had visited mada Boujee's store frequently in her past life. One, as Miranda's escort and shopping bag holder, basically her slave.
Two, each ti Ruth was stressed and decided to overdose on her happy pill, wasting and showing off her wealth. At each visit Ruth demanded other people to leave and at one point she witnessed her slap a mother and daughter that had tried to resist.
That day, even the store manager was one of her many victims for she once won herself a kick in the knee. Co to think of it, that was the day she told her of her first pregnancy which she miscarried unfortunately.
Phoebe winced at the mory and her right hand unconsciously moved to her stomach. She didn't get the ti to dwell on the past mories and the manager of the store shot past like them like a bullet and joined the rest of the staff.
All the employees that were standing in a line suddenly bowed their heads at a ninety degree angle.
"Welco Miss Ruth Mayfair!!" They shouted in unison, respectfully.
Phoebe wanted to bring out a fire cracker or so fireworks and set them off. As she couldn't she settled on pinching and scratching David's arm while trying her best to keep her feet on the ground.
Ruth on the other hand tried to signal the manager to stop the show, her mother and grandma stared at her in utter shock.
"You, manager, co here." Grandma Mayfair summoned the manager who recognized her almost imdiately.
"Yes ma'am? It's our honor that you and your grand daughter have paid us a visit." The manager's eyes widened and she rushed over.
She maintained her back bent and eyes lowered to the ground posture.
"What is going on here? We have been told that you are evacuating everyone because you have an important custor. Stand up straight and answer my question, why are you bending over as if i am royalty?" Grandma Mayfair studied her uneasy deanor.
The woman was trembling slightly almost as if she was scared of sothing stood up straight. Her eyes moved to Ruth who was shaking her head continuously then back to Grandma Mayfair.
"Is the important custor here with us Peggy?" Phoebe's eyes narrowed as she read the woman's na tag. "Is it my sister Ruth by any chance?"
Jennie's eyes moved around, she couldn't see anyone important enough to evacuate the store. "Where is that arrogant custor then, I really hate people that think that they are better than others."
David, on hearing her question wanted to slap his forehead. Jennie, mom, why are you so slow? he asked himself. Had she not seen the way the employees bowed and addressed Ruth?
"It's you Ruth, right?" Phoebe continued to poke slyly. "Wow, the way they lowered their heads and said, welco miss Ruth Mayfair...wow....i got chills. Sister, you are really powerful." Phoebe gave Ruth a thumbs up.
She turned her head to Jennie and grandma Mayfair. "Mom, grandma, is this how rich people shop? My eyes have really been opened today. But, i wouldn't want people to run when i co shopping or for employees to tremble as if i am a beast. I will not be picking up this habit, it's too awful."
Her words were like sharp tips of an arrow stabbing Ruth over and over. Ruth bit her lower lip desperately and clenched her hands. She had forgotten about her shopping habits and now regretted having tagged along. Her mother and grandmother were staring at her like she was the worst monster in the world.
It was all that slut Phoebe's fault, she was ruining her life, step by step.
"Why am I not surprised." Grandma Mayfair shook her head in disappointnt. "See Jennie this is the true face of your darling child. She finds pleasure in tornting others. I am beginning to believe that Phoebe is her victim as well."
Ruth stepped forward, clutching her mother's hand as she was her safety net. Even if all the Mayfairs hated her, Jennie and Collin were supposed to stay in her corner.
"Mother this is a misunderstanding I swear, it was one ti. My friends dared to do it but these good for nothing employees continued to do it. Am I not telling the truth Peggy?" Ruth gave the manager a sharp look that promised consequences if she did not play along.
The poor terrified woman nodded in response. At the end of the day, Ruth Mayfair spent hundreds of thousands to millions in the store on her shopping sprees. They could not lose a big client like her or they would be fired.
Phoebe was not about to let the lie fly, this was her trap and the web had been woven. The fly could not escape so easily.
"Really? Is that why you slapped them too? I saw it sowhere online that you were violent towards so employees and custors here. Who was slapped, you or you?" Phoebe pointed at the manger and at the employee who was previously chasing them out.
The younger girl got hiccups imdiately as she fell to the floor because of fear. If she said one wrong thing thing her livelihood would disappear.
"I...i..don't...know anything please." She wiped hot tears from her cheeks.
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