My Charity Case Wants $50k

"It's her!" Sharon's voice shot up, all shaky and dramatic.

She pointed at the dent like someone had totaled a Ferrari. "She wasn't looking and rammed right into me! On purpose! My suitcase—brand new, limited edition Hermès! Fifty grand! You can't even get this in the country!"

"Oh my god, limited edition?" Winnie gasped, fake shocked, hand to her mouth. "Are you blind or just poor? That suitcase's worth more than your entire family!"

Paula chimed in fast. "Exactly! Say sorry and pay up! You just gonna stand there like an idiot? Sharon's clearly loaded. That suitcase? Priceless. Even if you sold all that thrift store junk you're wearing, you couldn't afford the zipper."

The three kept going, louder and nastier, while students packed the hallway.

"Yeah! She messed up and still acts like the victim. Apologize already!"

"She's probably in shock. Bet her family hasn't seen that much cash in three generations—how's she paying?"

"Look at her. So broke it's embarrassing."

Judgy stares closed in from all sides. The whole vibe turned mean real fast.

Sharon, loving the attention, tilted her chin up and looked down at me like I was gum on her shoe.

"Can't afford it? Boo freakin' hoo. Then call the cops! Being broke doesn't make you innocent."

She spun toward the crowd, eyes gleaming. "Someone better be recording—every second counts. If I use your footage, there's a reward in it for you!"

That lit everyone up. Phones flew up from every angle. People started livestreaming, shouting for their friends to hop on.

Then, through the chaos, a voice I knew cut through—"Vincci?"