Arianne was already starting down the stairs by the time Regina finally understood her.
Regina went ballistic. “You think this is it, b*tch?! Did you forget that I can always buy a sh*t ton of SIM cards and rotate them in use and dislike-bomb you every single goddamned day? And then I’ll demand refunds from your stinking shop by telling everyone that the quality of your food is sh*t! B*tch, you drag me to hell, imma do the same!” She fumed. “Oh, and FYI? I’m sick of eating your stuff!”
In contrast, Arianne was more tranquil than fuming. “Go ahead, Beautiful. Youths gotta’ dream big, so if this is your break, go for it! Besides, it’s not like I’ve just taped everything you’ve screamed, which is about enough evidence to sue you for slander. I guess being sent into prison at such a ripe young age is pretty legendary, so hey! I’m rooting for you achieving the impossible, Regina. Don’t hold back!”
Regina’s clique quickly reconsidered their plan. “Um, Reggie? We kinda always finish everything we’ve ordered from this shop, don’t we? And to be fair, they don’t exactly taste as bad as we say. It’s also probably not very helpful to keep bombing someone’s rating like that, and even if you planted a dead roach in it and took a photo and then demanded a refund, the odds aren’t in your favor. She just admitted to taping what you said and that can be used against us!”
“Yea, girl. If you’re gonna carry on with that plan, count us out! Besides, none of us has that much money to spend on luxurious desserts every day. Like, it’s nice every once in a while, but we ain’t gonna have enough money to eat this stuff all the time!” another chimed in.
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