“The Consumer Rights Act dictates that, yes, I can, now get me the fucking manager.”
“Y-you - you have to leave. Right now!” Whami, mustering up every little bit of courage he had, retorted back at the customer, the latter of whom had a cruel smile on her plastic face.
“Leave?” the customer, a middle-aged woman with horrific makeup and a disgusting wig, replied with a snarky, almost sarcastic tone. “Oh, I won’t leave. I demand you listen, listen to every last word I say, now get me the manager.”
“He - he’s not here - ”
“Useless! That’s what you are, useless! I know over a hundred people who would happily take your job and do an infinitely better job than you - oh, get up!”
At this point, the screaming woman was hollering at Whami, who was now on the floor, sobbing as he tried to block his ears from the woman’s beratement.
“It’s only my first d-day on the job! You could b-be asking anyone else - ”
“Is this what you call customer service? Lying on the floor and trying to get someone else to do your work for you? I don’t care that it’s your first day, people expect results on the first day. You’re a disgrace to this store and a disgrace to society. Look at yourself! Get up. Get up!”
Whami, right now, was basically frightened out of his wits and was just trying to de-escalate the situation, to no avail. Surely this wasn’t a repeat occurrence, surely this wouldn’t happen every single day.
Finally, at last, the manager came over, donning a black shirt - a contrast to the red of Whami’s, and the other employees around him’s. He felt out of place. The other employees had so much more experience than him.
“Is there a problem, miss?” the manager - a tall, broad-shouldered man with a clean hairdo, his name tag reading ‘Rivers Bennett’, approached the woman. Almost from Jekyll to Hyde, the woman’s tone instantly sweetened, and suddenly she was just such a good-natured angel with a sweet-as-sugar smile.
“Oh, everything is just brilliant. I was just wondering about the quality of the Rimsky series products.”
“There may be some issues with manufacturing right now, so I suggest you wait for a few weeks to buy them.”
“Why thank you.”
“What a sweet person. And Whami?” Rivers snapped his fingers. “Stop lying on the ground and start stocking the shelves.”
Frantically nodding, Whami pulled himself to his feet and scrambled to grab a few boxes.
Delia, the employee at the counter, a decently tall woman in a gentle green sweater and a wild set of hair with round glasses, laughed to herself. “The interns always get it the worst. Bless him.”
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In Chapter 17, Amari gets Whami a job as he looks for Chet Sterling. With his suspicions that Whami is the Creator, he needs to make Whami as vulnerable as possible until Astrea is ready to be freed. Whami gets a job at Oasis Retail, where Amari used to work: it does not go well...
