Avery was almost late for her appointment. Luckily, she had booked it in a place that wasn't far from Vaillant Telecommunications so it was only a short drive over.
When she arrived, the receptionist greeted her with a brilliant smile. "You're finally here, Avery."
She sucked in a breath. "Am I late?"
"Not at all. Olive will show you in." The receptionist dialed some digits and called someone on her telephone, then the woman with a tag that read 'Olive' on her chest walked over with a similar smile.
Avery wondered if one had to know how to flash a killer smile in order to be able to work here. It wouldn't be surprising. It was a beauty parlor and spa, after all. Looking at the staff, they had to be good at their job if they ever took advantage of the services offered here.
Olive led her to a stall where her stylist was already waiting.
"You will be in good hands, I promise." Olive winked and left.
