Back inside the salon. Augustin is walking in, heading for the register. Desiree is quick on his heels.
How much extra do I get for that? Making me lie to a friend?
Nothing. For one: it was merely a part of your regular duties. Submitting to a simple order from management.
Augustin stands behind the counter and punches some numbers into the cash register. Desiree puts both arms on the counter and leans forward very slightly.
And two: Silvia is not a friend of yours.
She’s a pest!
Augustin begins sorting through the receipts from the cash register.
The woman won’t leave me alone. I tell her I have nothing to do with that building anymore, thank god.
A few more buildings sold and I may never have to step foot in the Ragbox again.
Augustin’s POV. Medium close up of Desiree. She leans forward more, exposing some cleavage.
And what about us, Augustin? Won’t you take anything with you when you go?
Augustin slams the register drawer shut with his belly.
I have, on occasion, entertained the thought of opening an upscale salon.
And for that touch of class, I might have to take some of the eye candy with me.
He leers at Angel. Angel has taken a broom to sweep up some of the hair. She looks up at him with barely contained disgust.