“You’re a mean, nasty woman, Winter Duncan, and I will get you for firing me.”
“Give it your best shot,” I muttered. “Now get going.”
I glanced around the salon floor.
Conversations and voices returned, and everyone pretended they weren’t looking my way.
But they were.
I knew they were.
Sasha tried to walk behind the receptionist desk as we headed to the front of the shop.
Fortunately, Autumn knew—I’d texted her before I called Sasha into the back—and arm-barred her from coming behind the desk.
“I need my clients,” Sasha snapped.
“We’ll tell every client that calls for you where you’ve gone,” Autumn said.
“Sure you will,” Sasha snapped. “I want that computer.” She reached for the computer where all the records were stored of clients.
And with a speed that surprised me, Autumn grabbed her, spun Sasha around, and pressed her against the wall. Sasha struggled, a cry coming out, and Autumn released her, but Sasha could only scurry off away from the desk.
“Louie teaching you things?” I asked Autumn.
“He said it’s never bad to know stuff,” she replied. “Especially working in a salon on the front like this.”
“Always a cop,” I muttered.
“I want my client lists!” Sasha snapped, slapping her hand on the desk.
“You’re not getting in my computer,” I replied. “Now go on. You have my word, anyone that calls, we’ll tell them where you went.”
“What good is your word?” And Sasha proceeded to spit on the floor.
“Oh fuck, you did not,” Autumn said, and she charged toward Sasha. Of course, so did I. No one spits on the floor in my shop.
Sasha, however, hightailed it out of the salon, cussing all the way out the door. It sounded like she tried to put a curse on the shop, her words so angry and vehement.
“Should I call Louie?” Autumn asked, her gaze on Sasha as the woman walked toward her car, still carrying on in the parking lot.
“No,” I said. “Not yet. She’s angry. People act out when they’re angry.”
“Except you.”
“Oh, I’ll throw down if I have to,” I said. I didn’t cringe, but Autumn did because I’m sure I sounded horribly old with that one.
I thought I sounded old.
“Yeah, okay,” Autumn said. “You really want me to refer her nail clients?”
“Of course. That’s the ethical thing to do.” I said.
Autumn snorted. “But?”
“But also offer for them to come back here with Jody or Grace for a fifteen percent discount on services.”
“Naturally,” Autumn said with a grin.
