Lauren Spencer pushed her shopping cart through the department store in a fury. Her bulging eyes, rapid breathing, and slightly reddened face told people to get out of her way. She just couldn't believe she was shopping again. She'd finished her Christmas shopping back in October—so she'd avoid this last-minute chaos that was supposed to be a joyous time of the year. But, noooooo, her husband had to spring on her this last minute gift for his boss—and here she was shopping, on Christmas Eve! It just wasn't fair. Shouldn't it be Ryan's responsibility to get his boss a gift? After all, she'd bought her boss's gift, along with her co-workers and Ryan's and her three kids. He hadn't even bothered to come with her to pick out the gifts. She sighed. She didn't even know what to get Ryan's boss. She'd only met her once, and that was six months ago at the company barbecue. She hadn't even found her that pleasant of a woman. How was she supposed to pick out a gift for her?
Lauren stopped abruptly. Aha! There it was—the perfect gift. That had to be 'the most gorgeous’ bag Lauren had ever seen. Lauren began walking toward it, but from the corner of her eye, she saw another woman walking in that general direction. She kept glancing at Lauren and then the bag. She wouldn't dare! Lauren stepped faster, but so did the woman. Lauren began to jog, and so did the woman. Then Lauren was running, and so was the woman. Lauren shook her fist at the brazen woman. "You will not get my perfect gift!" Lauren shouted.
They both grabbed it at the same time. "Let go!" the other woman shouted.
"Not on your life," Lauren said between clenched teeth. "I saw it first."
The woman yanked hard, pulling Lauren off her feet. It was all she could do to steady herself. "I saw this bag yesterday when I was shopping with my mother."
"So what!" Lauren exclaimed. "You should have bought it yesterday." She yanked it hard, and the woman stumbled.
"I couldn't," the woman said. "My mother was with me, and it's a Christmas gift for her." She yanked it back.
"You're such a liar," Lauren accused and yanked again.
"Excuse me!" the woman exclaimed. She yanked it back.
Just then a salesclerk came running over. Lauren hadn't even noticed the amount of people who'd gathered to watch the yanking match. With one final, whopper of a yank, Lauren pulled the purse toward her, throwing the woman off balance. She flew backward, landing on a glass display that held an array of hats. The glass shattered and blood pooled around the woman's body.
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