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Authors: Samantha March
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goal, we cut you a check. Bing, bang, done deal.”
“That is so generous of you to offer that. I’ll tell you, I love goals. I love being able to write things down and really go for them and––”
“Excellent, you get it then. Perfect.” Kevin cut me off, leaning back in his chair and casually crossing one leg over the other. “And one more thing. Blissful is a franchise, and we’re really interested in opening more salons in Des Moines and across Iowa. Maybe even dip in Missouri and Illinois. If you want to think of the future, you could possibly own a store yourself one day.” My heart skipped a beat. Me–– an owner of a salon and spa? “If you exceed expectations as a manger, understand the way the business operates, we could definitely help you open another store. More money for us, more money for you. Cheers all around. What do you think of that?”
It took me an extra moment to find my voice over the shock of realizing I could really be a business owner one day, with a man who obviously knew a great deal about owning and entrepreneurship. “Yes! That’s my main goal is to own a store. And salon and spas are my niche–– they’re what I love. I can’t believe I could really own one someday.” I shook my head in disbelief. It was all so overwhelming. Everything was falling in place for me. Alicia was going to be so proud.
“I think you’re the candidate for the job. Dani?” He raised his caterpillar black eyebrows at his wife, who had her signature grin in place.
“And I agree. Ooh, Alex, we’re so happy to have you. That is, if you want the job.” Her smile faded just for a second while she watched me pretend to go over their offer one more time, flipping pages in the packet. This job offered money, stability, a chance to get a real opportunity. What indecision?
“I say yes! I would love to come on as your manager. I will take great care of Blissful. Thank you so much,” I said. Dani stood and reached her arms out for me. I leaned in to hug her, feeling her gigantic melons press against my own chest, and then reached on my tiptoes to hug Kevin. He secured his thick arms around my waist, resting them right above my tailbone.
“Welcome to the family, Alex,” he whispered in my ear.
Chapter 6
Halloween weather was not on our side. By the time Saturday rolled around, the nighttime temps wouldn’t budge more than forty-six degrees. Our tiny costumes would not fare well against the blustering winds and teeth-chattering cold.
“Hannah, please go start your car! The leather seats will freeze my ass if you don’t!” Carmen was trying to convince Hannah, who was our DD, to start her car before we left for a house party.
“Didn’t your dad just install that automatic start? Just press the button!” Lila chimed in, who sat on the couch covered in a thick blanket. The heat hasn’t been turned on yet at Kaufman, so blankets and sweatshirts were scattered around our apartment.
“Chill out, would you? I will use my automatic start when we’re more prepared to leave. It doesn’t take long to warm my car,” Hannah said, adjusting her black wig. Hannah was Posh Spice, trumping Carmen who originally thought she should be Posh, due to her black hair. But Carmen ended up as Scary Spice, which she said was “blatant discrimination” making the Latina play the black singer. She got over it when Hannah said she would be the DD if she could be Posh (which she probably would have been no matter what) and Carmen agreed to the trade.
Lila was Sporty Spice, and while her black hot pants, skin-tight pink sports bra and towering platforms made her look more streetwalker than girl band, nobody was complaining. Emma was of course Baby Spice, who looked the picture of naughty innocence in a short white pleated skirt (the cheerleading fantasies guys would imagine that night), a pink baby tee that ended just a few inches past her boobs, pigtails (more fantasies) and white
“That is so generous of you to offer that. I’ll tell you, I love goals. I love being able to write things down and really go for them and––”
“Excellent, you get it then. Perfect.” Kevin cut me off, leaning back in his chair and casually crossing one leg over the other. “And one more thing. Blissful is a franchise, and we’re really interested in opening more salons in Des Moines and across Iowa. Maybe even dip in Missouri and Illinois. If you want to think of the future, you could possibly own a store yourself one day.” My heart skipped a beat. Me–– an owner of a salon and spa? “If you exceed expectations as a manger, understand the way the business operates, we could definitely help you open another store. More money for us, more money for you. Cheers all around. What do you think of that?”
It took me an extra moment to find my voice over the shock of realizing I could really be a business owner one day, with a man who obviously knew a great deal about owning and entrepreneurship. “Yes! That’s my main goal is to own a store. And salon and spas are my niche–– they’re what I love. I can’t believe I could really own one someday.” I shook my head in disbelief. It was all so overwhelming. Everything was falling in place for me. Alicia was going to be so proud.
“I think you’re the candidate for the job. Dani?” He raised his caterpillar black eyebrows at his wife, who had her signature grin in place.
“And I agree. Ooh, Alex, we’re so happy to have you. That is, if you want the job.” Her smile faded just for a second while she watched me pretend to go over their offer one more time, flipping pages in the packet. This job offered money, stability, a chance to get a real opportunity. What indecision?
“I say yes! I would love to come on as your manager. I will take great care of Blissful. Thank you so much,” I said. Dani stood and reached her arms out for me. I leaned in to hug her, feeling her gigantic melons press against my own chest, and then reached on my tiptoes to hug Kevin. He secured his thick arms around my waist, resting them right above my tailbone.
“Welcome to the family, Alex,” he whispered in my ear.
Chapter 6
Halloween weather was not on our side. By the time Saturday rolled around, the nighttime temps wouldn’t budge more than forty-six degrees. Our tiny costumes would not fare well against the blustering winds and teeth-chattering cold.
“Hannah, please go start your car! The leather seats will freeze my ass if you don’t!” Carmen was trying to convince Hannah, who was our DD, to start her car before we left for a house party.
“Didn’t your dad just install that automatic start? Just press the button!” Lila chimed in, who sat on the couch covered in a thick blanket. The heat hasn’t been turned on yet at Kaufman, so blankets and sweatshirts were scattered around our apartment.
“Chill out, would you? I will use my automatic start when we’re more prepared to leave. It doesn’t take long to warm my car,” Hannah said, adjusting her black wig. Hannah was Posh Spice, trumping Carmen who originally thought she should be Posh, due to her black hair. But Carmen ended up as Scary Spice, which she said was “blatant discrimination” making the Latina play the black singer. She got over it when Hannah said she would be the DD if she could be Posh (which she probably would have been no matter what) and Carmen agreed to the trade.
Lila was Sporty Spice, and while her black hot pants, skin-tight pink sports bra and towering platforms made her look more streetwalker than girl band, nobody was complaining. Emma was of course Baby Spice, who looked the picture of naughty innocence in a short white pleated skirt (the cheerleading fantasies guys would imagine that night), a pink baby tee that ended just a few inches past her boobs, pigtails (more fantasies) and white
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