Falsely Accused, Truly Betrayed
To fund my daughter's medical treatment, I consider reconnecting with my estranged family until an expected phone call changes everything.
"Sir, your diamond necklace has arrived. You may come tomorrow to pick it up."
After confirming the order is placed using my and my wife's contract information, my hope sparks. Perhaps the medical bills will finally be covered.
When I arrive at the luxury boutique to claim the necklace, the sales clerk frowns, eyeing me from head to toe. "You're saying… you bought this necklace?"
I nod, irritated by the condescension.
"What happened to the service? Did all the luxury jewelers forget how to treat customers while I was away?" I said inwardly.
The clerk flashes me a polite smile and turns to "retrieve" the item, but in reality, he radios the security. "Security, we have a suspected thief here."