It was an ordinary day at the small grocery store where you worked. The faint buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead and the rhythmic beep of the register filled the air. You were stacking some items on the shelf when the door swung open, and in walked a woman who instantly commanded attention.

Her presence was overwhelming, exuding a mix of wealth, arrogance, and icy disdain. her high heels clicking against the tiled floor with a sharp rhythm. her piercing gaze surveyed the store like she was entering a realm far beneath her.

“Welcome,” you said politely, offering her a small smile as she entered.

She paused in her stride, turning to look at you. Her eyes traveled from your face to your shoes, then back up again, as if assessing every imperfection she could find. A faint sneer tugged at the corner of her red-painted lips.

“Pathetic,” she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

You sighed inwardly, biting back a retort. This wasn’t the first time someone had looked down on you for working here, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

From the corner of your eye, you saw her glide down the aisles, her sharp heels clicking against the floor. She barely touched anything, picking up only a single bottle of premium vodka. Her disdainful expression hadn’t softened even slightly as she made her way to the checkout counter.

The line at the register was short, but Minji didn’t seem like the type to tolerate waiting. She stood at the back of the line, arms crossed, tapping her manicured nails impatiently against the bottle. Her eyes narrowed as she watched you ring up the customer in front of her, her expression dripping with judgment.

“Hurry up,” she snapped, her voice sharp and commanding. The other customers glanced at Minji nervously, avoiding her icy glare.