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“Miss Du Pont,” Natalie answered curtly. “How can I help you?”
“Would you be able to book a couple of spa appointments for me?” she asked, her bubbly voice grating on her ears through the phone.
Not even a “good morning?” Natalie thought incredulously. What a b***h.
“Of course,” said Natalie in a clipped tone. “What services were you looking for?”
“I really want to look my best for the grand opening party tonight,” Delilah replied. “I want the works! Hair, makeup, massage, and especially my nails. My nails are the most important.”
Her laugh echoed through the phone, making Natalie roll her eyes.
“I’ll get right on that,” Natalie said. “Do you plan on hitting the casino tables after the party?”
“Hmm, maybe tomorrow,” Delilah mused. “Okay, see you!”
Natalie pulled her phone
