"So, you understand everything right?" Carly said as she smiled at her newest employee, 22-year old Imogen. The 5'6", raven-haired girl was a spunky character, wore mostly black (today she had on a crimson corset, a tight black pencil skirt, fishnet stockings and a pair of knee-high black boots with block heels that boosted her height to 5'9". She also had a piercing in her nose and one in her left eyebrow and gave off a definite 'goth' vibe. She was wearing her shoulder length dark hair down, her perky C-cup breasts were emphasized nicely by her corset.
"Oh yeah, totally!" Imogen nodded, smirking at her new boss. "It's not the first time I'll have been behind a reception desk." She told Carly, without going into detail over her last place of employment.
"Joanne is bringing in her extra salon top for you tomorrow, since I don't have another one." Carly smiled. "And I'm sure you'll do great." She added, before turning when the bell above the door rang, indicating another client's arrival. "If you have any questions, Hannah and Joanne will help you when I'm not available.
"I'll be fine." Imogen smiled, before walking over to the reception desk and sitting down in the swivel chair.
As Carly tended to her next client, Imogen familiarized herself with the layout of the desk. But her new job would always take second place to her first love, which was witchcraft. She was already an accomplished witch, after starting practising magic at age 10. And her obsession with magic was the reason she had been dismissed from her last job at a store that arranged household furnishings. Not that she was bothered. She loved magic and was always learning new spells.. Her latest one, which she had learned just last night, had given her the ability to swap people's traits around. She knew it was a spell that could provide her with lots of amusement.
Having a job was something that Imogen's mother Cassandra insisted upon, so she could help pay the bills. It was an annoyance, but a minor one. After all, working gave the girl more opportunity to use magic on people without their knowledge. And Carly had hired Imogen to give her, Joanne and Hannah some much needed help, allowing them to focus entirely on their clients.
The door soon triggered the bell above the door again, and Imogen diverted her eyes from the street outside to smile at the blonde woman walking in to book an appointment to have her nails done. "Hi there, welcome to Beautylicious. Are you a regular or would you like to book a first appointment?" She asked the woman in a friendly manner.
It was a decent start, and Carly seemed pleased enough.
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