"Done?" The man responded with a confused tone. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Betty's smile faded, replaced by a frown. She snatched the phone from the hairstylist and sprang from her seat.
The hairstylist gasped at the sudden movement, but relief flickered on her face.
"What do you mean by that?" Betty demanded, her voice rising in frustration as she walked to a corner of the salon.
"Haven't you done the job yet?" She hissed, her eyes widening in anger. "I told you not to call me until the job was finished. Why are you disobeying me, making me excited for nothing?"
The sudden laugh on the other end of the line only made her angrier. Her hand clenched the phone tightly, while the other shook in rage.
"Is this funny to you?" She asked, her voice trembling. "Is this how
