Victoria goes through the selected clothing.

Originally written by doragom333 on write.com

"Yes, well..." Isabel began, trying her best to keep a straight face, while picking up a blouse from her pile. "Here we have a very lovely purple-"

"No." Victoria cut in.

"Wha-!? But we haven't even-"

"It has one of those gaudy hip belts on the side," Victoria sneered. "Quite droll."

"R-right, droll," said Isabel, folding the garment back and putting it off to the side. "Well, how about this dress? This is one of our more popular brands and..." she trailed off her explanation as Victoria glared at her.

"With all those frills?" Victoria scoffed. "Do I look like the kind of girl who languishes around towers waiting to be claimed by some puffed-up prince?"

"No! I mean, I would never imply, that is-" Isabel proclaimed, hurriedly putting the dress aside and searching for a new item. "Um, perhaps something more personal to start your day with?" she continued, bringing out a silk camisole.

Victoria raised an eyebrow, having not moved from her current position.

Confused, Isabel looked down at the garment in her hands. Her jaw dropped as she realized that she had picked out a 3X size by mistake! On Victoria it would fall right off of her body! Or at least hang low enough to expose her entire chest if she was somehow able to keep it on her shoulders.

Isabel quickly put it away silently, her face turning red at the fact that not only was she having to serve her first customer stark naked, but that she was looking like a complete fool in the process!

"Tsk!" Victoria scoffed, standing up in the process. "Away with you!" she yelled. "I shall do this myself!"

Isabel backed away nervously as Victoria strode over to the pile and began tearing through it. However, as soon as Victoria picked up an item, she tossed it aside with a laugh, a snarl, or no noise at all. Blouses, Skirts, Dresses, Underwear, all of it was soon scattered around the room. Victoria then turned to Isabel, her face contorted in an ugly grimace.

"I have gone through quite a few attendants in this store," she began. "But none of them in their entire careers have displayed the sheer incompetence that you have presented me with in only five minutes! It is as if you want me to look like a laughingstock in front of everyone! Is that it? Is that why you have failed so horrifically?" she finished, waving her finger in Isabel's face.

"Ah!" Isabel flinched, backing against the nearest wall. "No! Never! It's just, this is my first day! I'm still getting used to everything! Please..." How can such a young girl be so frightening? No one's like this back at my school!

Victoria fixed her eyes on Isabel in a hard gaze. Then, all of a sudden, she closed her eyes and sighed. "Very well," she shrugged. "I suppose it is your first day. Therefore I shall show you some mercy."

Isabel began to relax.

"Right then, Servant!" Victoria commanded, bringing Isabel back to full attention. "As none of these outfits have satisfied me, I order you to bring me new ones posthaste."

"Y-yes, of course!" Isabel stammered. "I just need to find my clothes in this pile and-"

"None of that nonsense!" Victoria barked. "Incompetence must still be punished, or there can never be improvement! Besides, I'm going to the movies with my friends and the film starts in 40 minutes, and I will not be missing anything because of some idiot clerk who can't pick her uniform out of a rag heap! That gives you 15 minutes to fix your mistake before I take away your job."

"Wait, you mean-" said Isabel.

"Bring me more clothes." Victoria stated. "If you stay here to retrieve your clothing or take time off to cover yourself, I shall have you fired at once. Am I clear?"

Isabel straightened herself upright, keeping eye contact with Victoria. I can't believe this girl! she thought. Sure the customer is always right, but who in their right mind would indulge such a pretentious little brat? Is it really worth it to work here if this was what I have to put up with? Still, I worked so hard to get this job, and this is only my first customer. And if I leave now, I'd be down $300 dollars for my uniform and would have this horrible performance stuck on my resume! I'd have to kiss my future goodbye... But still, the way Victoria speaks, she sure pretends to be a lady. Maybe I can use that somehow? Though I don't want her to get any more upset!

"Well," said Victoria, tapping her foot impatiently. "Did I stutter?"