With her threat, she did not only manage to set the situation in motion once again. But also returned the chaotic world a little of the much-needed order. So things were like they were supposed to be from the beginning. She gives orders, others obey. She smiles, others suffer.
Her only regret was the fact that she did miss the exact moment when his soul was torn with sadness. His face was completely dominated by the dark and cold feeling, it was a mask of pure sadness. It was the absolute absence of happiness. While her face, sucking the life lost by the man, was becoming more and more radiant. His unhappiness made her happy. And her smile widened even more. It was the most dazzling smile she had shown throughout the day. A beautiful smile but cruel at the same time, only overshadowed by the malicious gaze with which she struck the employee again and again.

She savored his defeat with lust, trying to keep that taste in her tongue forever. The taste was strange and sensual, it was the taste that great conquerors had enjoyed in after each successful battle, in each new city added to their vast empire. The taste was sweet, sweeter than anything she had tasted. It was glory.
Her eyes noted every detail trying to burn then in her retina, to enjoy the scene in slow motion several hours later. She also noted with curiosity and expectation as the nameless man lifted the antiquated phone and dialed a number. She failed to see the numbers, but she knew that number was the number of his boss. It was the connection with the person who would confirm her victory over the extremely common employee.
Then his phone rang at the same time, and he skillfully speak to both by taking turns.
At first she attempted to separate both conversations in a reasonable way because he was clearly taking turns to talk to two people at once. But she could not give sense to these calls separately, but together...

Together the two formed a new conversation. They actually formed what they had always been, a single conversation. When her brain understood what her instinct failed to inform, the girl's face change at regular intervals to show defeat, surprise and sometimes fear. Her mouth opened slightly as her eyes looked into another dimension in her surprise face, while in her expression of defeat she closed her lips in a smile arching slightly that looked totally inverted. But perhaps the expression that would most interest the store owner, was her expression of fear. An expression that showed how much wrong things she said, the girl even repented of some of these words. Not because she really cared about the man before her, but because she knew that many of the words she had said would become a heavy burden on her little shoulders.
And while wearing the mask of fear, she feared her own words. She tried again and again to remember exactly every word in an attempt to judge how bad the situation was.

Mr. Malik had been talking to himself. He had played with her, with her that tried to accuse him with his boss... he was his boss, and even the owner of the establishment. One by one the pieces were falling into place, beating their sister and causing a chain reaction that unleashed a fatal understanding. The fought with the boss like he was a single employee, a pawn, someone dispensable when in fact he was the one who was able to decided what was for selling and what not. She had always been the prey.

When she recovered slightly from its stunning state and achieved to break the endless cycle of expressions, she raised her voice clearly to deny the request. The words that fell from her throat were stained by an almost childish anger. She felt very hurt by the deception, but even more for having been so easily fooled. "Why would I apologize when I was the insulted one?" It was true. He had started everything by disrespectfully being asleep when she arrived, and he had refused to accept her money where others would have been glad to take it. She only defended against him. Anyone had said that she was the victim in that whole situation. Assaulted. Humiliated. Deceived.
Outraged, she continued her huge crusade to knock some sense in that person. How would she apologize? It was crazy. Just crazy. Nonsense. Something that would never happen. To the rhythm of the phrases that were repeated in her head like "I'm better than that." and "You do not you know who you're talking to." the girl answered loud and clear to let him know they were not negotiating. Or they do it in her way or they do it in her way. "If you want an apology, accept more money. If you want magic words to speed up requests and make things prettier, accepts more money." That was her entire answer. Her ultimatum. She would leave the store with her hands full of bags or empties but with her honor intact. Almost.

Akshay smirked. Looking down at the young lady. He had watched her most of the time that he was having a conversation with himself and, through all of that, she looked up at him with a sense of superiority. But as the conversation went on, slowly realization began to dawn behind those predatory eyes. She began to realize that maybe, just maybe, she was in trouble.

Then the eyes widened, her smirk turned into a grimace, and before long Akshay beamed at the destroyed looking face of the young woman who had, moments ago, attempted to throw around her wealth. But, obviously, Akshay was not going to have any of that. He knocked her down a peg or two and left her speechless and reeling for a moment. It was a small victory in his favor, but one that he vastly enjoyed reveling in.

His words then seemed to shock her back to reality. She was hurt looking, attempting to play the victim in his little game of theirs. The wordsmith and the little princess engaged against as they merely looked one another straight in the eyes.

>> "Why would I apologize when I was the insulted one? If you want an apology, accept more money. If you want magic words to speed up requests and make things prettier, accepts more money."

Akshay smirked a little at the comment. She was really trying to push the wealth angle. But, whether foolishly, for pride, or for passion, to Akshay Malik, there were just some things that were more important than money. Maybe, one day, he would find out why. But at the moment, the young wordsmith really wasn’t fazed by the young girl’s temper or her proclamation of taking more of her money, which he really didn’t know if it existed or not.

But, either way, he was not a man who was easily bought. He just shrugged his shoulders in response to her decree.

“Sorry, there are more important things than money,” he sighed. He looked at the girl a little sympathetically. “When you learn that lesson, then maybe I’ll sell to you.” He said and just smiled warmly at her, despite everything.

If the world had more important things than money, the little Queen had no use for such worthless artifacts. Ironically because such "important things" would be too abstract they would have not a minimum value for which to be sold or purchased.
Therefore she turned to begin her return to the limousine. To her mobile fortress where her many bags where waiting to go home. Shoes, dresses, accessories. Lot of things. But her mind was set on the little metal army she could not buy.

Her feet came down hard with each step in an attempt to produce the audible protest that her lips did not dare to pronounce, but these sounds were captured immediately by the thick carpet. It was a very comic sight that showed a clumsy dance, hard to understand.
The girl almost looked like if she was stepping on insects while moving forward. All the whole situation was ridiculous. But she did not care about it anymore, she had enough with that horrible store and the employee who had found fun in complicating her life. With sound or without sound, she finally reached the door.

Once on the other side, and feeling more secure outside of that creepy dungeon, she dared to look back. She was possessed by a different kind of courage, a strange mixture between willpower and uncontrollable anger that gave her the strength she needed. Such anger was only possible in the mind of a little queen and it was only surpassed by her desire of revenge.
Her gaze penetrated into the interior of that filthy place. And her eyes as black as coal threw the threats she did not pronounce. Her eyes filled with hate and resentment cursed him in many languages while her lips formed words in the official language. "This is not over." She said. Before rushing to the limo.