Before her hand even touched the garment, a sharp, piercing shriek cut through the quiet showroom.
"Hey! Back away from the merchandise right now, you filthy street urchin!"
Two senior sales assistants, Gemma and Harper, marched over with their noses pointed toward the ceiling, their faces twisted into expressions of pure venom. Gemma aggressively slapped Zuri’s hand away from the rack, glaring at her as if she were carrying a disease.