Chapter 14 Try Me

• “Who are you to have us kicked out of here?” Leah's eyes burned with fury at the filthy mannerism of the decent-looking woman. “We’re here to submit the participation form, and you can't stop us,” she fought back, taking a bold step forward toward the prim and proper lady.
• The lady’s perfectly painted red lips curled into a sneer, her cold gaze raking over Leah with sheer disgust. The thick layer of makeup on her face couldn't hide the arrogance shining in her eyes.
• “I am the manager and branch head of LAFW, Monica Bellfort,” she hissed through gritted teeth, tilting her chin higher with authority. “And I have every right to kick you out of my office.”