The associate replied politely, "I apologize, Jasmine, but this set has already been claimed."
Jasmine frowned deeply. "I am a senior VIP at this store. I have priority purchasing rights."
"Give it to me first."
Technically, that was the corporate rule.
So the associate, looking incredibly awkward, jogged over to the lounge area where Claire was browsing other items and explained the situation.
Claire couldn't comprehend the logic. "But I already said I'm buying it. First come, first served, right?"
If she had just been casually looking, she might have backed down.
But she had already handed over her card and was literally waiting for the receipt to sign. How was that any different from fully purchasing it?
The associate had to scurry back to Jasmine and try to explain.
But Jasmine flatly rejected the reasoning, haughtily declaring, "Even if she had already paid, she'd have to give it up for me."
Her voice was obnoxiously loud, making it glaringly obvious she wanted Claire to hear.
Claire thought the screechy tone sounded awfully familiar.
She turned her head to look.
Tsk.
Weren't these the exact same snobby women who had tried to steal their private booth at the auction?
Still as entitled and insufferable as ever.
Still obsessed with stealing things from other people.
If it had been literally anyone else today, Claire might have just let it go.
But for this particular group, she wasn't giving up an inch.


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