The associate replied politely, "I apologize, Jasmine, but this set has already been claimed."
Jasmine frowned deeply. "I am a senior VIP at this store. I have priority purchasing rights."
"Give it to me first."
Technically, that was the corporate rule.
So the associate, looking incredibly awkward, jogged over to the lounge area where Claire was browsing other items and explained the situation.
Claire couldn't comprehend the logic. "But I already said I'm buying it. First come, first served, right?"
If she had just been casually looking, she might have backed down.
But she had already handed over her card and was literally waiting for the receipt to sign. How was that any different from fully purchasing it?
The associate had to scurry back to Jasmine and try to explain.
But Jasmine flatly rejected the reasoning, haughtily declaring, "Even if she had already paid, she'd have to give it up for me."
Her voice was obnoxiously loud, making it glaringly obvious she wanted Claire to hear.
Claire thought the screechy tone sounded awfully familiar.
She turned her head to look.
Tsk.
Weren't these the exact same snobby women who had tried to steal their private booth at the auction?
Still as entitled and insufferable as ever.
Still obsessed with stealing things from other people.
If it had been literally anyone else today, Claire might have just let it go.
But for this particular group, she wasn't giving up an inch.
Overflowing with superiority, Jasmine sneered without holding back. "Some things just can't be bought with money alone. Not everyone is qualified to cross the threshold for a senior VIP membership."
Without giving Claire a chance to respond, she snapped at the associate, "Swipe the card. Don't let her basic debit card waste everyone's time."
Claire took a deep breath, fighting down the urge to scream.
She glared at the trembling associate and demanded coldly, "Does your store seriously have this kind of policy? A senior member can just cut the line and snatch whatever someone else already claimed?"
The associate was practically sweating through her uniform, avoiding eye contact as she reluctantly nodded.
"Miss Chase, I am so sorry... Jasmine is indeed a top-tier VIP with us. According to corporate policy, they do have absolute priority purchasing rights on limited editions and haute couture pieces..."
Hearing this absurd but ironclad "policy," the fire in Claire's eyes instantly died out.
She was absolutely livid, but she couldn't take it out on a helpless retail worker just doing her job.
Just as she was about to surrender the necklace, a cool, effortlessly authoritative voice drifted from behind her.

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