This place is locatable on grid in Veil Tower Second Floor. Please visit for gift shop items availability and reference for services available.You are currently in the Jolie`s Salon & Spa area, standing at 10, 9, Redwood
Alleshia entered the shop first with keys in hand to the salon shuttle which was the black on even more black Range Rover parked in the business space designated outside. A click of plastic and metal connecting to a hard surface echoed briefly before the recessed lighting came to life overhead. A sigh came with the owner of the business as she peeled the appointment book from the counter while passing by.
“I do hope we aren’t double booked today. I have jet lag and want to make it home at a decent time.” Crisp pages flipped until the glow of a computer screen signaled that a more modern record keeping source was available. “No later than sunrise for me. If you need a break before that let me know. I will need you to cover things with the day clients. Oh! Did Lyonel stop over and fix the dryer? I was contacted Ms. Carpuchi’s lawyer. Her burns aren’t permanent but will require several weeks of treatment.” Jolie Sweet tapped her flawless manicure on the keyboard as her gaze pinned on Alleshia as the woman pulled her multicolored tresses into a messy but stylish bun. “Why she put her iPhone into the dryer with a towel and set it on high is beyond me.”
“That was my fault. I told her the best way to thaw out her phone was to treat it like laundry.” The lead stylist shrugged and selected an apron from the row of many and slid it over her head. “How was I to know on her break from doing the floors she was going to put it in the towel dryer?”
The rattle of shears being pulled from the sanitizer container distracted Jolie from the full schedule in front of her. The admission of suggestion given to a moderately aging cleaning woman with a charred ear also had her attention.
“I will say it was a shock to all of us when it exploded in her hand.” A point of sharp silver in her direction had Jolie’s dark shapely brow rising in interest. “And that is why my quick thinking saved her face. I had that fire extinguisher in full ghostbuster mode covering her before this place went up like St. Elmo’s fire.”
Jolie’s face scrunched up while she mouthed the what thecalling out in her head. The offending phone cooked a face when exploding not started a fire. Briefly the visual of Ms. Carpuchi getting blasted by the sudden spray of the salon fire extinguisher came to mind as well as the predictable excitement across Alleshia’s face. She had been waiting for a year to use the damn thing since they started routine fire safety training with the Harper Rock department.
“Isn’t that a movie from the dark ages?” Jolie shook her head and with it went the chocolate ringlets that bounced on her back and shoulders. “You need to update your list a couple decades.”
“Actually before that movie it was scientific.” The sharp stainless steel shears were waving in her direction once more. “Look that up, sweetheart. You need to get with it.”
The beep of the front door alert went off. Jolie pushed away from the surface below her releasing her cinnamon undertone fingers to prepare to greet the first of several clients scheduled to walk through the door. A glance at the wall clock clued her in to the eleventh hour of the quickly fading Tuesday. Soon it would be Wednesday.
Gift Shop
Gift Name Cost or Karma
Hair Cut and Style 50 N/A
Balinese Relaxer 60 N/A
Hot Stone Manicure 60 N/A
Reflexology Pedicure 60 N/A
Advanced Conditioning Highlights 70 N/A
Serene Seaweed Wrap 120 N/A
Lomilomi Full Body Massage 150 N/A
Ayurvedic treatment 170 N/A
Gold Facial 200 N/A
Full Body Massage for Two 300 N/A
Buy with cash or karma?
“I do hope we aren’t double booked today. I have jet lag and want to make it home at a decent time.” Crisp pages flipped until the glow of a computer screen signaled that a more modern record keeping source was available. “No later than sunrise for me. If you need a break before that let me know. I will need you to cover things with the day clients. Oh! Did Lyonel stop over and fix the dryer? I was contacted Ms. Carpuchi’s lawyer. Her burns aren’t permanent but will require several weeks of treatment.” Jolie Sweet tapped her flawless manicure on the keyboard as her gaze pinned on Alleshia as the woman pulled her multicolored tresses into a messy but stylish bun. “Why she put her iPhone into the dryer with a towel and set it on high is beyond me.”
“That was my fault. I told her the best way to thaw out her phone was to treat it like laundry.” The lead stylist shrugged and selected an apron from the row of many and slid it over her head. “How was I to know on her break from doing the floors she was going to put it in the towel dryer?”
The rattle of shears being pulled from the sanitizer container distracted Jolie from the full schedule in front of her. The admission of suggestion given to a moderately aging cleaning woman with a charred ear also had her attention.
“I will say it was a shock to all of us when it exploded in her hand.” A point of sharp silver in her direction had Jolie’s dark shapely brow rising in interest. “And that is why my quick thinking saved her face. I had that fire extinguisher in full ghostbuster mode covering her before this place went up like St. Elmo’s fire.”
Jolie’s face scrunched up while she mouthed the what thecalling out in her head. The offending phone cooked a face when exploding not started a fire. Briefly the visual of Ms. Carpuchi getting blasted by the sudden spray of the salon fire extinguisher came to mind as well as the predictable excitement across Alleshia’s face. She had been waiting for a year to use the damn thing since they started routine fire safety training with the Harper Rock department.
“Isn’t that a movie from the dark ages?” Jolie shook her head and with it went the chocolate ringlets that bounced on her back and shoulders. “You need to update your list a couple decades.”
“Actually before that movie it was scientific.” The sharp stainless steel shears were waving in her direction once more. “Look that up, sweetheart. You need to get with it.”
The beep of the front door alert went off. Jolie pushed away from the surface below her releasing her cinnamon undertone fingers to prepare to greet the first of several clients scheduled to walk through the door. A glance at the wall clock clued her in to the eleventh hour of the quickly fading Tuesday. Soon it would be Wednesday.
