900 stones reward!!
I can see the girl blanch when she hears her boss' name.
"In that case, call the owner first. If she is your acquaintance there is no need to make things more difficult for her."
"Right away, sir, and thank you. Mrs. Simpson is also one of my clients and I would hate to have to terminate our cooperation."
I hang up and look at the now distressed bitch. She opens her mouth to say something, but I just snort and turn around. I walk back to my girls and join them for a group hug.
"I am so sorry, honey, but don't worry, that bitch will get what she deserves. Just wait for five minutes."
Indeed, note even five minutes later, a woman in her forties enters the shop and starts looking left and right. Upon seeing us, she scoots to my side and asks,
"Are you Mr. Ben?"
I look at her, a furious look still in my eyes.
"I am. Might I assume that you are Mrs. Simpson?"
