I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 2
I woke up Friday morning, showered, located the cards Amanda gave me, and was on my way. My first stop was the hairdresser. I pulled up to the shop in my beat up daily driver and immediately felt out of place. This was a place for rich people, not me. The sign was gold, the floor marble, the seats leather, and the people wealthy. I took a breath, calmed my nerves, and strode inside the double doors. The receptionist was front and center at a large counter. I walked up and asked for Miranda. She gave me a dumbfounded look, but pointed me to the back left corner of the shop. There, a thick and curvy woman with bright yellow hair was waiting. I walked through and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Mark. Amanda told me …