The atmosphere in the grand showroom of SkyXon Flywheels turned frigid.
Nina shrank back, her fingers trembling as she clutched the hem of her jacket. The senior saleswoman, whose name tag read "Linda," sneered, adjusting her tight blazer with a flourish of self-importance.
"Didn't you hear me? Move away from the T-73,. I won't have the upholstery smelling like a thrift store before a real client arrives."
"Oh, look who it is! If it isn't Nina Godson."
Suddenly, another sharp, high-pitched voice cut through the tension.
It came from a young girl about Nina's age, followed by a group of well-dressed teenagers.
She was Chloe, a girl from Nina's class known for her wealthy parents and a penchant for making others feel small.
"Chloe?" Nina whispered in nervousness.
"Is this your brother, Nina?" Chloe laughed, pointing a manicured finger at Neo's casual attire.
