Jordan, crying in fear, became even more distraught as more people criticized her. She lashed out: “I’ll pay, okay? Just stop pointing fingers at me!"
She was terrified, her anxiety deepening.
But the criticisms around her didn’t stop.
Even if she had made a mistake, did she really deserve so much scorn?
Wasn’t saying she would pay enough?
Did they want her to kneel and beg for forgiveness too?
"Alright, young lady, take a good look. These four bottles are Lafite, each one worth more than thirty thousand. Altogether, it’s one hundred thousand. So, miss, how would you like to pay—by card or cash?"
"What? One hundred thousand? No way! You’re trying to scam me!"
Jordan was stunned, her tears flowing like rain.
One hundred thousand—where was she going to get that kind of money?
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