“That’s not my fault,” he argued, stepping into his office. The musicians were nowhere to be found, even though I had handed him a list of those whose services would be needed at the parlour over four hours ago.

“Neither is it mine.” I groaned, “you’re here today. The least you can do is to be a part of the parlour you own!” I slammed. “yet, here you are, failing at the simplest of tasks!”

“Do not speak to me in that tone, lady!”

I gave him a stern look and crossed my arms over my chest. “Or else what?”

“Or else I’m going to bend that tempting ass of...