Bridget had just returned to her spot. She was startled and instantly dashed over.
She started yelling at Emily incessantly, "Emily Danson, I'm on the same page as Mr. Mandela. Do you need me to repeat it for a third time? If you do, then you can stop coming to work."
Bridget turned to Isaac and released the rest of her anger. "And you, sir. Mr. Mandela is looking to make a purchase. Can you please not interrupt Emily's job? If you want to converse with pretty women, you may go to a bar somewhere, and I'm sure they'll satisfy your needs. Here, we only sell high-end villas."
Seeing this, Emily bit her lips.
Isaac promptly spoke up as he stared at Bridget, "Why are you convinced I'm not purchasing a villa? How sure are you that I won't be able to afford one?"
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