The air in the Imperial Fashion store crackled with tension as a middle-aged woman, Maggie, the store manager, hurried towards the group, her high heels a sharp staccato against the polished floor. Her bandage dress, a testament to her professional composure, couldn't quite conceal the anxiety etched on her face.
"Mr. Jim!" she exclaimed, her voice a delicate balance between deference and concern.
Jim, his face flushed with anger, pointed a rigid finger at Advika. "You're here, Maggie! Now, ask this... this bitch to take off that dress, and while you're at it, have her slap herself ten times!"
Maggie's brow furrowed in confusion. "This...?" she asked, her gaze shifting between Advika and the visibly distressed sales girl.
The sales girl, sensing the gravity of the situation, stepped forward, her voice trembling slightly. "Manager! It's not Miss's fault. I didn't know the dress was already booked. I let her try it on. They were even ready to pay for it."
