Her hand shook slightly as she stuck the key into the lock and pulled open the door. What had she done? Only invested into her heart and soul. Abby Bugsly stepped inside, glancing around the narrow room. Four booths, two on either side, were lined up in military order, the black chairs appearing to salute her arrival.
Abby tossed her keys on the curved desk that would meet customers. A collection of chairs was placed to the left with a round table in the center, sans magazines. Note to self: subscribe to magazines. She walked across the work floor to the back, noting the mirrors were perfect, nothing chipped. The stands attached to the wall underneath were in very good condition, which she had noticed when she inspected the property a week ago.
As she passed the two black shampoo sinks o
