But Megan kept shouting at me. "She's a mistress who stole someone else's husband on their wedding night. If we haven't come to see what kind of whore she is, we wouldn't have bothered. Now it's clear. This bitch really has her ways. She ruined a family heirloom. Your store will compensate us until bankruptcy."
The shouting was deafening.
My attempts to explain were drowned out. I could only feel the odd looks from my colleagues.
They tried to mediate but seemed uncomfortable.
The store manager, Vivian Langley, tried to control the situation.
A colleague pulled me away from the chaos.
After a long while, Vivian came in. "I'm sorry. I also have to take responsibility. The lady says if we can fix it, she won't pursue it further, but she wants an apology. Also, you probably can't work here anymore."
Vivian's eyes showed pity.
I forced a pale smile. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Whether or not I was at fault, neither I nor Vivian could afford to cover the cost of a genuine antique. Besides, Vivian was usually quite nice.
I fixed my expression and walked out.
Sophie was sitting on the couch, her eyes red from crying. Megan comforted her and glared at me.