Trickery & Envy by D.C. Johnson Read Free Book Online Page B

Patricia can I see you in five minutes.
    “I’ll be back in a minute,” Patricia uttered to her client who nodded okay.
    “Where is she?” Vivian took a seat at her desk and began removing her heels and slipped into her Reeboks.
    “I’m not sure Ms. Fowler. She called earlier and said she won’t be able to make it in. She didn’t go in to detail.”
    Vivian opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She removed an eight by ten sign from it. “Display this,” she said and held it out for Patricia to take.
    Patricia wasn’t shocked after reading STYLIST WANTED on the sign , but she was a bit surprised.
    “I’ll put it in the window now, Ms. Fowler. Is there anything else you need me to do?”
    “That will be all. Thanks Patricia,” and Vivian close d the desk drawer then flipped open the lid to her rolodex. She then dialed a number using the phone on her desk.
    “Hey,” Vivian grinn ed. “I just wanted to touch bases before you got your day started. I wanted to say again that I really enjoyed myself the other day. It’s been a while since I let my hair down and had some fun.”
    “Likewise, for the exception of letting my hair down, I had fun, too,” Toni said, smiling and sliding his entry card into the slot to access the hospital’s parking garage.
    Toni actually got lucky today. There were three spaces left. He didn’t use the garage often because parking was on a first come first serve bases.
    “Is there a chance we can have dinner tonight. I know a great spot.” Toni said.
    “Sure, why not ,” Vivian answered with a slight blush.
    “I can pick you up or we can meet there?”
    “Let’s meet there,” and Vivian then heard what sounded like a loud crash of some sort. “What in the world...”
    Everyone in the salon had stopped what they were doing and shocked was looking at the brick that crashed through the pane window.
    Patricia, petrified, had moved swiftly in the direction of Vivian’s office.
    “Toni I’m going to call you back,” and Vivian immediately hung up the phone just as Patricia entered.
    “Somebody threw something huge through the window!” Patricia said. “I believe it was a brick. I think one of your clients is hurt.”
    “Call the police, Patricia,” Vivian said and left her office to investigate the incident.
    Patricia used the phone in her boss’s office to call the police.
    “Is everyone okay,” Vivian asked then saw a woman near the wash bowls holding a towel to the side of her face. “I don’t want anyone to touch that brick,” and she walked in the direction of the injured woman. “Shit,” she mumbled.
    The woman injured , Robin Robertson, was a local anchorwoman for channel twelve. She had been a client of Vivian’s since the beginning. They met when Robin walked into her salon. Robin had just done a live report in the rain and was due to go back on the air. Her personal stylist was out and she asked Vivian if it was possible she could style her hair, explaining she was due back on the air in a couple of hours. Vivian didn’t hesitate and took care of Robin herself. Robin liked what Vivian had done with her hair and asked if she would be her regular stylist, because hers would soon be moving to LA. Vivian couldn’t get the word absolutely out quick enough.
    “Robin I am so sorry,” Vivian said and placing her hand gently on her client’s shoulder.
    “I think I’m okay. I t was a piece of flying glass that hit me.”
    “Do you mind if I take a look?” Vivian asked.
    Robin removed the towel from the side of her face and it began to bleed again.
    “Are you sure you’re okay. Do you want medical attention? ”
    “Seriously , I think I’m fine. I just need to contact the station. There is no way I can go on the air with a bandage on my face. It was probably some old silly kids walking by anyway.”
    Vivian turned and said to one of her stylist, “Jacqueline if you don’t mind would you get the First Aid kit from the back for me.”
    Jacqueline