Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 13

**The Third Signature by Mark Twain – Chapter 13: Tribute Orange**

The staff member, her voice rising in indignation, attempted to defend herself. “You’re lying! I didn’t do anything!” she exclaimed, her tone dripping with defiance.

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Sylvara, undeterred by the accusation, pointed to her hand and gestured upward with a calm authority. “There are cameras here. We can check the footage. What you said was not only rude but also deeply hurtful. I can sue you anytime I want,” she declared, her voice steady and resolute.

The staff member’s complexion drained of color, a stark contrast to her previous bravado. She was accustomed to intimidating less affluent customers with her sharp tongue, and they would scurry away, heads down, avoiding confrontation.

But this was a different scenario. The patrons of this establishment were not just any customers; they were wealthy, and she had always treated them with the utmost respect.

In her arrogance, she had completely forgotten about the cameras that captured every moment within the store.

Saphron, the owner, caught a glimpse of the staff member’s pale face and instantly recognized the truth in Sylvara’s words. His staff often displayed a dismissive attitude, looking down on those they deemed inferior. It was no surprise that this young woman had reached her breaking point.

“Raelynn Kestrel, you’re fired,” he announced, his voice firm and unyielding.

“Mr. Gild… but I…” Raelynn stammered, desperate to explain her side of the story.

But Saphron’s tone left no room for negotiation. “Leave now. If you don’t, I’ll sue you myself,” he stated, his eyes narrowing with determination.

Raelynn’s fury bubbled beneath the surface, but fear flickered in her eyes. With one last glare directed at Sylvara, she stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her.

In an effort to rectify the situation, Saphron hurriedly approached a display case, opening it with a sense of urgency. He retrieved the small, orange-sized fruit that Sylvara had inquired about, cradling it carefully in his hands before extending it toward her.

However, as Sylvara accepted the fruit, disappointment clouded her features. Three thousand years ago, on Earth, tribute oranges had been grand, plump, and bursting with juice, far larger than goose eggs.

Now, they appeared diminutive, resembling nothing more than miniature oranges. If she hadn’t known better, she might have mistaken them for the same fruit entirely.

Holding one tribute orange in her palm, she meticulously removed the seeds and handed it back to him. “Sir, do you have access to larger and juicier fruits than this?” she inquired, her voice laced with hope.

Saphron’s eyes brightened with enthusiasm. “Of course! I’ll take all you have. Miss, are you from the Harvest planet?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Sylvara nodded, a smile breaking across her face. “Yes, I’m from Harvest Star 2. I just arrived at the Fifth Academy and brought some specialties from home. Wait here; I’ll go get them,” she replied, her excitement palpable.

“Wonderful! I’ll be right here,” Saphron said, his voice laced with anticipation. His store was running low on natural food, teetering on the brink of closure, and he was desperate for something fresh to offer his customers.

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