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Once a week, Jada Chamberlyn made a lingerie run to her favorite store. She'd been doing it since she started puberty; she'd most likely be doing it until the day she left DC and had to find a new store, or died. It wasn't because she had to, by any means. It was because there was something about the act of purchasing something cheap, cute and sexy that only she knew she'd be wearing was as addicting as the act of spending thousands of dollars on clothes. Almost. It was because she was addicted to spending, and addicted to new clothing. They knew her, at Elizabeth's Secret. Jada owned one of almost everything they stocked, just on principle. Not only the cute little nightwear, all lace and ribbon, but bathing suits and dresses, shirts and pants.

It had been a couple weeks since she'd been in there last, and she was desperate to do some shopping. Not that she needed to.

She stepped through the doors and into the familiar store. There weren't many people there; of course, it was just after school, almost, and it was getting close to graduation. It was the time for last-minute projects to be completed in order to keep up grades, try and raise GPA and avoid summer school; Jada, thank goodness, didn't have to worry about it. She didn't have to bother with her grades, she was still riding an A. Her school work was almost made up from her hospital stay, and with everything else she had to worry about...

The store seemed dramatically understocked in places, and there was a gaggle of girls around one of the little bargain bins. Luckily, Jada never bothered with those unless she had to. She frowned, thinking of the piles of clothes she'd bundled up the night before that were being delivered to charity right about now; she needed most of a new wardrobe. Everything that had been infected by contact with her stalker was in those bundles, which left her with a mostly-empty closet at home.

Time to start filling it back up.

Lesson 1(a): Make sure you speak loudly enough customers can hear you.

When Yvette first spoke, Jada didn't hear her, thinking it was a staff member speaking from across the store. Then she almost tripped over a slightly taller young woman. It took her a second to process that this woman had spoken to her. Maybe. She was staff, and she was looking at Jada almost expectantly.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" it took a bit to get Jada flustered; the thought that she'd been ignoring the poor girl made her feel rotten. She didn't recognize her. This Yvette must be a new addition. She was cute enough, slimmer and taller than Jada herself. The lucky thing. "I was distracted." it was true.

Jada frowned thoughtfully, looking over the walls. Clothes, in so many colors and styles. Right now she had what she was wearing and not too much else. A few things littered her closet, but most of it was gone. She finally turned to Yvette. "You're in luck." regardless of the fact that Yvette really needed a bigger voice if she was going to work in customer service. "I need a whole new wardrobe, and this is my first stop." Jada moved towards the walls, pulling down a few bras. "I normally come in once a week, but it has been a while since I was in here last." As clearly evidenced by the fact that she hadn't met Yvette yet. "Normally Becky is here, isn't she?" she knew her as a saleswoman. And the other woman knew her style, to point her in the right direction. She also had an eye for color that was hard to beat.

Oooo, such a cute bikini! She frowned, breathing through her mouth in a rush of unhappy air. And then she moved. Jada was a shopping whirlwind. She didn't bother to check the size on most of the clothing, she just pulled out a few colors and held it in front of herself. Dresses and skirts and tops, bras and underwear, all tugged down and thrown over her arm. Normally she had someone who knew her shopping habits at her side; this was a trial by fire for poor Ms. Yvette.

And finally she started the sorting process. A few pieces of clothing were too big, a few too small; they were tossed to the side and then Jada tried again, digging through the racks. One thing she was not: a conscientious shopper. She didn't think much of the fact that someone would have to put the clothing back. It was like a library patron not putting back a book, but in fact grabbing them off the shelves and deliberately putting them elsewhere!

But Jada didn't think of it as such; cruel of her, perhaps. A real job might make her think differently, but she'd never worked retail.

Probably never would.

"Becky left?" Jada looked scandalized. That was her Becky! Gone, out of state, without so much as a goodbye. She clucked her tongue. "Well, I wish her luck." it was redundant to be saying such a thing to the other girl, who may or may not have known her. The heiress genuinely wasn't looking as poor Yvette stumbled along after her, grabbing at the clothing she was haphazardly tossing in her direction.

Entitled. It was the aura Jada gave off in spades when she shopped. Customer Service was something she'd never had to learn. Item to item she floated thoughtlessly. "My name is Jada." she answered the other girl's quiet question almost absently. Then she paused, turning around. Yvette was buried under a pile of discarded clothing and underwear. And for the first moment in a shopping experience, Jada felt guilty. It was odd. She paused, glancing at the racks she'd yet to peruse.

"So will you be working on a set schedule?" if this girl was going to be the new Becky, she may as well get to know her a little bit. Jada moved over, setting the few items that she knew she would be purchasing down on the counter, where they were swept up by a mildly familiar face and deposited on a counter against the back wall as if it were a ritual- which, in a sense, it was.

The players were just changing. Jada turned back to the store, pursing her lips. "So, what is it like to work customer service?" she started pulling more items off the racks. Just a few more items and she would be done.