Never in Charles mind had he imagined himself getting slapped that day as well. It wasn't in his projected book of records and neither had he anticipated it.
"What did you just say?" Ahneeka's voice was serious and firm, without a glint of fear in them nor on her face.
All he had done was bring her to a corner of the dressing room to question her.
Grandpa had told her to pick clothes she wanted, which she did. A few dresses and then coupled with trousers and shirts. A pair of shoes as well. Those hadn't been a problem. It had taken grandpa time before he was able to convince her to accept them anyway.
Because he had asked the workers to pick some of he clothes by themselves for her, but she had refused collecting them and this has made the chairman convince her to. And although she accepted some, she returned the ones whose price tags were extremely high.