5
Thane
“So, who’s the gal in your office?” asked Sinclair, as I neared her station. Her chair was empty and she was sweeping up clippings from her last customer.
“New nail tech.”
Her eyebrow arched. “Oh. I thought you were going to hold off on hiring one until your niece, Anna, moved here next month.”
“She decided to try modeling instead,” I answered, removing a rubber binder from around my wrist. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and cinched it tightly.
Sinclair eyed my shaggy style, and I could tell she was still itching to cut it. She’d already offered several times. “Well, she’s beautiful enough. I’m sure she’d make more money modeling than doing nails anyway.”
“Maybe, but in L.A. there’s some stiff competition. At least I could have helped get her career started so that o
