Cruel Muse Chapter Seven
- Ro Salarian
- 24 hours ago
- 7 min read
A little dog danced around Val’s feet, nipping at her ankles and tearing holes in her stockings. “Oh, Mitsi. Stop that,” Patty Young scolded as she carried a tray of sandwiches over to the dining room table. Between the plates and the tea cups were piles of forms and samples of new products. Val hoped the meeting wouldn’t last long. Patty could be very intense and pushy, and Val needed to spend part of her Sunday doing laundry.
Everything in the house was pink, from the carpet to the cabinets to the kitchen appliances and bathroom fixtures. Even the dog had been dyed. The only thing that wasn’t pink was Patty’s platinum blonde updo and Val’s brown ponytail. She had once dared to wear something blue to the Young residence, but she had learned her lesson not to do it again, lest she be made to endure another hour long rant about loyalty to the brand.
Patty sat down and put on her pink reading glasses. “Now, let’s see. You sold out of everything in two weeks, so that should come to $2,200. I’m so glad to see you’ve taken my advice and got back to working hard.”
“It was $2,000,” Val corrected.
“Honey, those lipsticks you had were premium. But don’t worry. We’ll just take the difference out of your cut and no one will be the wiser.” Patty punched the numbers into an adding machine. “Now, we have some very bold new colors for the fall that I’m sure your clients are going to love.”
