The Store Clerk Insulted My Wife — So I Brought Someone Who’d Make Her Regret It (2 of 4)

The woman behind the counter barely looked up. Lily introduced herself and asked how to apply for the position. The clerk, without blinking, looked her up and down and scoffed.

“You’re not really the right… look for this place. Honestly, don’t bother.”

That was it. No explanation. No application. Just those cutting words.

Lily came home in tears. Her voice cracked as she told me what happened, trying to laugh it off but unable to hide the hurt. I’d never seen her confidence waver like that — and watching it unravel broke something in me.

I wanted to fight for her. Not with fists — but with truth.

So I called my buddy Jake, a longtime friend and a professional scout for fashion and lifestyle brands. He’s tall, charming, sharp-eyed — and knows exactly how to command a room.

The next afternoon, we walked into that same store.

Jake took the lead, introducing himself as a scout searching for fresh faces for an upcoming campaign. The clerk’s entire posture changed — suddenly all smiles, adjusting her blouse, flipping her hair. She was eager, overly so. Jake played it cool, letting her ramble about her “camera-ready” look.

Then Lily walked in.

She didn’t expect anything. She just wanted to see how it would all unfold.