Thursday, February 26, 2009

Relaxer Can Be Murder

The plaza was deserted when Macy arrived, but in a few short hours, she knew the area would come alive with shoppers. She unlocked the door and dropped her bags in the entryway. She ran her hands along the wall and flipped on a few lights. The smell that met her every morning seemed faint. The colors on the walls were muted, and the chrome legs on the chairs appeared dull. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be there. But at least ten people were depending on her to make them beautiful.
“Shake it off girl,” she headed to her booth. “You’re just tired and haven’t had any coffee yet.”
Macy flipped through her rolodex and found the number she was looking for.
“Good morning Dara,” she smiled into the phone. “Would you be able to do me a huge favor and stop by the Coffee House and get me the Extra Grande caramel cappuccino, with an extra shot of espresso? I really need something to get me going.”
Macy felt better after she made the call. Hot java was like a drug. It always worked wonders for her. She looked at the boxes she’d left the night before. As much as she wanted to, she knew there was no way she could put it off for another time.
Macy opened each of the boxes. She ordered more than enough for everyone. She picked up the jar of relaxer. She loved the new brand, and so would everyone else.
The large shelving system had been just about cleared out to make room for the new products. Macy looked at Lucy’s empty shelf and cringed. She wasn’t sad to see Lucy leave. In fact, she was pleased. The girl was a disaster waiting to happen. What ticked her off was the fact that she had to advertise for, and interview would-be employees.
Macy heard the soft murmur of the chimes on the front door. “That was quick!” She yelled out to Dara. Unopened boxes were everywhere, but once she held the hot cup in her hand and could smell the caramel through the lid, she would be able to conquer the task.
She moved toward the storeroom door and was met by a fist to her jaw that almost paralyzed her. She could feel the warm blood trickling down the side of her mouth.

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