“Angie, I have a special client for you.” I looked up from where I’d been cleaning my tools of the trade to see my boss, Ramone Synclair escorting a tall, gorgeous man toward my chair. He was the stuff of pornos, my personal wet dream because I was sure he was either gay or bi. There was just something about his aura that made me think that.
“This is Charlie Dulcet, a friend of mine who’s heard of your skill with hair and wanted you to gift him with the perfect look for a charity event this evening. He’s all yours, my dear.” With that, he blew me a kiss and left.
Did I mention that I was very good at my job? Whether it was the dexterity of my fingers or my ability to choose the perfect hairstyle for every shape face imaginable, I had a roster of people who would only come to me to get th
