Twisted

2: Fine Face, Zero Manners

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Beverly

"Thank God your boss is here," She says before fully angling her body to me, her eyes throwing me off balance. She's like a river goddess. mami water.

"How can I help you, please?" I ask, my nerves wrecked.

"I just want you to know your staff here is ill-mannered and if I didn't like that dress I saw online, I would not be here trading words with someone that's got an H-factor," Her Hausa accent is not missed, it can be heard in every pronunciation and damn! she's intimidating.

I blink unbelievably, speechless, not just from her manners but the fact that the girl I have been stalking online for almost two years is standing in front of me. I'm 'star struck' but I have to remain composed, else she'll wonder what the hell is wrong with me.

"I- I beg your p- pardon," I say, slightly stuttering.

She raises her hand in my face. "Don't. I have a party tomorrow and I need a dress ready with a specific design by morning,"

"Okay, did you explain that to her?"

"I did, and she went on about some stupid policy nobody gives a damn about," She condescendingly moves her left hand and I spot the huge rock on her finger.

"I'm sorry about that, but we do have a walk-in policy that has to do with the impromptu change of a design," I explain, trying to hold eye contact. If I hadn't been stalking her all these years, this encounter wouldn't have this much pressure.

"Perhaps if your website was not crashing, I wouldn't be here, you know that, right?"

"I'm also sorry about that. The technical engineers are working on it and hopefully by to—"

"Look, I hate pointless jabbers, since you guys are closing, let me show you what I want..." she brings out her phone, taps, and swipes for a bit before showing me a picture on the screen, "... this is what I want, and I need it ready by tomorrow. I'll pay double if I have to,"

Why's she making silly demands in this demeaning manner? Aside from being married into one of the most eligible families in the country, who even is she?

"The policy for a change in design is that a customer has to walk in at least five hours before closing',"

"That's what I told her earlier," Shalewa chips, adjusting her medicated glasses.

Nabila's brows furrow in annoyance before turningto Shalewa. "You sound like a fly. Shut up, will you?"

"She was just doing her job, madam," I defend, the last word comes out forced and I hope she doesn't detect it.

She returns her gaze to me. "Is it possible to get it done?" Her tone, is irritating, demanding, and downgrading.

I close my eyes and inhale a quick breath. "No, but there are a lot of beautiful dresses that you can choose from, I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for, even bett—"

"This is why Nigeria brands never go far," She cuts me off, her eyes and the look she's giving me, deadly. "You don't adhere to your customers needs and I'm sure you don't understand the importance of one cus—"

Be professional, please, Beverly. Please.

"Ma'am, It is not impossible to do what you're asking but the timing is terrible. Saying you want a brand new dress with a specific design to be ready tomorrow morning when you came in less than twenty minutes before the store closed is just irrational, and that's why I'm trying to let you understand that it can't be done,"