The Price of Regret“I bet Alec would let me leave early.” Kit pouted as she used the pricing gun like a weapon on a line of tinned peas.
Mr Rashid frowned and shrugged his shoulders. “Go then, see if I care.”
“Fine!” Kit stuck her chin in the air and gave a series of rapid blinks. Raj had shouldered the bathroom door hard enough to split the frame and Kit had rushed into his arms like a withering damsel. Mr Rashid had looked satisfied until he realised he’d need to replace the frame as well as the lock. They both knew she wouldn’t take Alec’s job offer and the game continued.
Mr Rashid left her stocking the shelves to serve a customer. He returned moments later pushing a shopping trolley bearing the logo of a local supermarket. He’d filled it with tinned goods from the stockroom. He win
