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“Hot buyers?”
“Sales funnel terminology. Hot is guaranteed to sell. Then there’s warm and cool. Those are the ones we work on.”
“How do you know they are hot?”
She shoots me another exasperated glare. “I may be newly employed, but I’ve been hanging here for months. I’ve picked on a few things.”
She’s absolutely right. These clients will walk out with products.
Hiring Shayla is rapidly turning out to be a fantastic decision. She learned the online and POS systems in a few hours. Day two of training, she showed up and declared she was ready to work on her own. Most of my stylists knew her and the clients have fallen for her sass and wit.
Which is why, after my morning appointments, I’m leaving her on her own while I work at the lab.
Two black trucks and an SUV pass, turning the corner to the rear parking lot.
“The troops have arrived.”
We return to the back just as Ford unlocks the deadbolt and comes through with Finn on his heels. Gives a chin lift and places his laptop on a table, typing hastily.
Robbie, Ace, and Talon fill the doorway, all with heated expressions.
“A little overkill.”
“Was the alarm on when you arrived?” Ford questions gruffly.
“Yes, normal morning—” I pause, thinking over my routine. Did I turn the alarm off? “Actually, I don’t remember. My mind was all over the place.”
“The system shows the alarm activated Saturday at five,” Finn states.
“Which is when I closed up. Maybe that storm knocked it offline?” I reason.
Robbie goes to Finn’s side, and they exchange a look that has my hair standing on end.
“Our systems don’t work that way.” Robbie raises an eyebrow. “Did you get a notification?”
I shake my head.
Ford’s face remains stoic, but his eyes soften as he pulls me to him.
“Seriously, Ford. You guys are freaking me out. I don’t keep a lot of cash, and this is a pleasant area of town. It makes little sense someone would screw with my alarm. It has to be a shady coincidence.” There’s an edge of dread in my voice.
Ford’s hold tightens and his lips sweep across my forehead. “We’ll investigate why it disengaged.”
“Why would anyone mess with my alarm? It’s a salon. There’s nothing to steal.”
“You’re back online, and I’ve connected your notifications to Ford’s phone as well.” Finn shuts his computer.
“That isn’t necessary.”
“Appreciate it,” Ford speaks over me.
“Ford, seriously, it’ll be annoying getting texts every time the alarm activates or disables.”
“Not annoying to know this place is safe.”
“Shady coincidence,” I repeat, hoping someone will agree with me.
“Well, since you’re here, there are boxes in the studio that need to come down.”
