"Thanks, Cassidi."
An uncomfortable silence fell over the room.
Gia turned to me and cocked a well-plucked brow. "Is that it?"
I looked at my meeting agenda. "That's all I have."
"No, I mean, is that all you have planned to bring in new clients? Because, if you ask me, we need something bigger."
Of course, I hadn't asked Gia, but I knew from experience that she was going to tell me exactly what she thought. "What do you have in mind?"
"Egypt." Her face beamed brighter than her outfit.
I blinked. "I'm not following you."
Gia stood up and started to pace. "Think Cleopatra, the most regal and seductive queen of all time."
"O-kay," I said.
"We want to make women feel like her. You know, spread out all sexy on a gold chaise lounge."
I was pretty sure that the chaise lounge was a modern French invention, but whatever.
"So, picture this," Gia continued, motioning like a movie director. "We give the clients blowouts. But instead of the smoky eye, we do the Cleopatra eye. And the whole time they're in the chair, tanned bodybuilders are fanning them with those big feather-duster things and feeding them with their hands."
I stared at Gia openmouthed, and Lucy went pale.
"You do realize, don't you, that using sex to sell the salon is exactly what I don't want to do?" I paused for effect. "For obvious reasons."
"Gawd!" Gia threw her head back in frustration. "Sex sells, Cassidi. It sold when this place was a brothel, and it sold when your Uncle Vinnie ran his hair salon here. That's why his business was so successful."
"Yes." I met her gaze straight on. "But that's also what got him murdered."
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