"Sheesh." I was seriously going to need more coffee. "At least the website is okay."
"Yeah," Autumn said.
Clicked open her browser.
It should have been the salon website.
"Where's the goddamn website?" I asked, trying to maintain my calm.
"Uh," Autumn said.
"Holy hell. Our site is gone too?" I made myself put down the coffee because I was so pissed I was ready to squeeze the cup and spill it everywhere.
"We'll get it sorted," Autumn said.
"Get what sorted?" Mom asked, appearing from the back. "What's going on? You girls look like you saw a ghost."
"Nothing," I said.
Autumn glanced at me. Then nodded to Mom, brushing a wild red hair out of her face. "Yeah. Nothing we can't handle."
"If you're sure," Mom said.
"Mom, we got this," I said. "Your first massage will be here in a bit. Is the room ready to go?"
"It's almost ready. I just thought you girls needed some attention."
"We got this," I said again.
When she walked away, I turned to Autumn. "Do we have backups of the site?"
"I don't know, I didn't set it up. You did."
I shook my head. She was right. I did set it up. I thought I had a backup for it. But I wasn't positive.
"But is the online appointment book okay?" I asked. That was more important than anything--that system had to be working. We'd be screwed if it wasn't.
"It is fine," Autumn said. "Different program and server. I am setting up a double authentication for it as well. Just to be sure."
"Good thinking," I said. "I am going to get on the phone with the hosting company and see if we can get this fixed. And if I'm not happy with them, I'll move the damn site."
I gritted my teeth and headed back to my office. This was going to be a mess to deal with, even with the best possible outcome.
Just before I got away from the desk, Autumn hollered at me. "Nice shoes."
I snorted.
Well, if this is what my Friday will be all about, I may just go home and crawl into bed.
Who the hell hacks a site and leaves such nasty reviews?
10
Friday
“Wow. You’re not funny, Defrost,” Brian Strovel said as he walked into the shop, covered in—
“Strip out back, Strovel,” Shaun yelled. “You smell like hell.” But he couldn’t help laughing. There was nothing quite like getting hosed by a skunk. This time of year, they’re pretty docile, but evidently, Brian seemed extra threatening.
