NATALIE. Natasha looked absolutely flabbergasted. “What are you trying to insult me? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my fiancé is?” She asks me. “No I do not and to be honest I don't care, please take off your shoes, so we can find our if they're original or not. Or don't you agree officers?” I ask the police men. “Yes you are right, Miss please take off your shoes.” The officer tells Natasha. “I can't believe this is happening right now, I mean she's the one in the wrong, she stepped on my shoe.” She whines like a child.“Yes I did and I apologised but that wasn't enough for you, but I am not going to be swindled, so you either take off your shoe or I walk away.” I tell her and I mean it. She huffs but she finally raises up her left leg and takes off he shoe and she hands it over to me, I turn it to the back and it's just as I thought, no serial number, I guess she never bothered to check, she just believed her fiance.“Here officer, it's just as I thought, no serial numbe
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