Hail to the Queen (Witch for Hire Book 2) by Shyla Colt

Author:Shyla Colt [Colt, Shyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vamptasy Publishing
Published: 2018-02-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The speaker box chimes as the door swings open. I peer up from the desk and wonder briefly if the smartly dressed woman is in the wrong place. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask when she scans the room. Her gold and green elephant print dress and rose covered sunglasses are obviously designers. The two things alone could pay rent on the office for months, and that’s before I add in the leather purse at her side. Her plump lips are not ones that occur in nature. The deep maroon lip color contrasts with her perfectly highlighted golden-blonde locks, which tumble around her shoulders like she’s about to audition for a Herbal Essence commercial.

“Can we help you, ma’am?” Fel asks.

“I hope so. I have a …” She peers behind her like she anticipates being followed. Stepping inside, she closes and locks the door. “Problem with the new home my husband purchased. He may be in denial, as he travels for business and is rarely home, but I can no longer afford to ignore the incidents.” She clears her throat, and peers down at her French manicured fingernails. Her voice is cool, but I can detect the undercurrent of fear. “Before I say anything more, I need to be assured you can be discreet.”

“Of course, Mrs.?” Fel stands and moves toward her.

I lean back in my chair, content to observe, and let her take point. Of the three of us, Fel has the best people skills.

“Charlotte Addington.”

I bet you think that last name means something to us, don’t you?

“Please let me get you settled, Mrs. Addington.” Fel guides her over to the suede charcoal couch in our receiving area. “Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee, tea, or water, perhaps?”

I glance over at Sacha and arch an eyebrow. Is this chick for real, or are we being pranked? She shrugs her shoulder and shakes her head. We get all kinds. Half of them have problems we can explain with science. Hauntings and paranormal issues are rarer than most people believe.

Mrs. Addington has yet to remove her sunglasses. If the scandalized and the shamed expression on her slender, oval-shaped face―with impossibly perfect, asymmetrical features―is anything to go by, she wishes she was anywhere but here.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” Mrs. Addington’s voice is sugary sweet. A proper southern belle knows how to maintain impeccable manners in any situation, regardless of how awkward it is.

“Here at W.F.H., we work as a team to produce the best results. I’m Felicite, and I’ll be taking the lead in your case. These are my associates and co-owners, Sacha and Louella.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Sacha says. I echo her statement as we join them both in the receiving area. I want to see her eyes. You can tell a lot about a person by merely locking gazes and watching their response. Everyone has tells, and body language is only altered by the consummate liar.

“Please, call me Charlotte,” she offers like an olive branch.

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