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“Here’s how this works,” he said, his voice low. “You give me the merchandise. I write a trespass notice. You leave, and you never come back. No police. No record. Or… I call the cops. They search you. They search your bag. They find the $1,200 scarf, and you spend the night in a holding cell while your student loan debt accrues interest. Your choice.”

“Routine inventory check,” Sandra lied. “Won’t take a minute.” Shoplyfter - Aubree Ice

She walked to the door and paused.

“The bra,” he said, his voice flat. “Take it off. Or I call a female officer to do it for me. Your choice.” “Here’s how this works,” he said, his voice low

Aubree’s eyes went wide with perfect, Oscar-worthy innocence. “A scarf? I… I don’t have a scarf. I didn’t take anything.” You leave, and you never come back

“Your bag first,” he said, his voice straining to remain professional.