Chapter 35
“Alright man, I think you're all set. You can go check it out in the mirror and tell me what you think,”
I tell the guy that just got a wolverine tattoo on his right arm.
He stands up, heading toward the mirror to take a look.
“Sick man! You never disappoint! I’ll be back next month to get Deadpool added,”
he exclaims excitedly.
“Awesome, thanks for stopping by,”
I say, giving him a quick handshake, before watching him disappear from the building.
“Alright Cheyenne, I’m going to grab dinner. Do you need anything?”
She sits there, twirling her blonde hair around her finger, lost in a daze. I shake my head and sigh, she had a rough life and was trying to get back on track when I hired her to work for me. She’s actually done really fucking good the last year, I’m really proud of her.
She’s a damn good receptionist and the only other person that works here, other than Brandi when she decides to show up and get a few pieces in. Her nursing job keeps her pretty busy, only tattooing for shits and giggles, but she’s damn good at it.
I walk up to the front desk, slamming my hand down in front of Cheyenne to get her attention.
“Hello, Earth to Cheyenne?”
I begin snapping my fingers in front of her face.
“Oh, hey, sorry. Yeah, I'm fine. I got everything covered.”
She looks at me with her blue eyes. I can tell something else is going on, but I don’t have time to deal with that right now, not when all of my thoughts are elsewhere.
“Alright. I’ll be back soon. You got my number if you need me.”
I give her a wave then exit the building, heading down the block toward my Camaro. Hopping behind the wheel, I take my phone out, praying for any missed calls and text, but come up empty.
Sighing, I rub my hands through my hair. I bring up Cea’s contact, clicking “call”
then bringing it to my ear. It rings twice then goes straight to voicemail. Damnit. I try Blaze’s phone next and the same thing happens.
“What the fuck,”
I growl, hitting my fist against the steering wheel.
My phone lights up with another call, my stomach dropping with trepidation. I bring the screen to my face, letting out a frustrated huff when I see it’s only Cheyenne.
“Yeah,”
I accidentally snap.
“Sorry Aaron, a client just walked in for his six o’clock,”
she says nervously.
“Damnit, he’s thirty minutes early.”
“I can tell him to wait,”
she offers.
I look around the car, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself.
“No, it’s fine. Give me five minutes,”
I say and hang up the phone.
I don’t know what the hell Blaze and Cea are up to, but after this client, I’m closing shop and getting to the bottom of it.