"Do you know who I am? I am a VIP customer here and many other stores. If I want to take this then I will take it"
Sara looked at the scene in annoyance. The one who had spoken was a middle aged man probably in his late fourties.
A younger woman with a short red hair who clung to his arm like a leech, adamantly refused to leave a female's customer's path until she gets the black leather bag the the young female customer was holding.
Both women were obviously in their twenties and Sara guessed the red-hair was the man's daughter.
Apparently, the other lady had claimed the bag first but the red-haired lady wanted it at all cost.
"I picked it up first. Even if you are a VIP here, it doesn't matter to me." The lady said in annoyance before trying to walk past them to the counter but the red-haired woman who was still blocking her path, pouted and whined..
