But before they could even think about their next move—
Sofia's voice cut through the air like a blade.
"Get them out."
Her words were sharp, absolute.
The security men didn't hesitate.
After all, there was nothing left for the girls here. Sofia owned everything now.
The guards stepped forward, their grips firm as they began ushering the girls toward the exit.
"Move," one of them ordered.
The girls, burning with shame, had no choice but to obey.
They didn't dare look back.
They disappeared through the glass doors, their footsteps hurried, their faces burning with the humiliation of their defeat.
The moment they were gone, the store felt different.
Lighter. Quieter.
Sofia had completely taken over.
The manager, who had been watching everything unfold with barely concealed shock, finally found his chance to speak.
He straightened his tie, smoothing over his initial disbelief, and approached Sofia once again.
