Chapter 4The Price of Arrogance

So that was it.

He wasn't some low-level employee. He was the designer. That explained his arrogance. He felt untouchable.

“So you’re the designer? A man designing women’s clothing?”

He spat a curse. “You women can’t do anything right. It takes a man to design clothes that actually look good. And let me tell you, it's too late now. Even if you got naked and bowed, I wouldn't take the dress back!”

I let out a cold, internal laugh, but my voice was filled with feigned humiliation. “Then what do I have to do to get my money back?”

His voice was thick with triumph. “Your body is trash, but your face isn’t half bad. So, on top of the bowing, you’re going to strip and do a little slutty dance for me.”

“You’re one of those girls who buys expensive clothes just for a photo op, right? Your wallet is probably as empty as your head. If you don't get this twenty-five hundred back, you'll be eating dirt for a month.”

“But if you dance well, if you make me happy… maybe I’ll even throw you a few bucks. Hahaha!”

I waited for his obnoxious laughter to die down before asking coldly, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll post this online?”

He laughed even harder. “A woman with a body like yours? You’d dare show your face online after this? Just do as I say and stop embarrassing yourself.”

Perfect. I had all the explosive, damning statements I needed.

I hung up, not giving him another second to spew his poison. Then, I immediately called my friend.

“Mimi, have you found a lawyer? And have you reached out to the other influencers?”

Mimi’s reply was swift and decisive. “All contacted. Everyone is fired up. They’re ready to clean house in the fashion industry.”

“Good,” I said, organizing the files on my computer. “This time, we’re not letting them get away with it. This time, everyone is going to see just how toxic the women’s fashion world has become.”