Upon a Wishing Flower (Brooke and Hannah... Book 1) by DeMeritt Amy

Author:DeMeritt, Amy [DeMeritt, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

It’s not company policy, but it is a practice of mine to meet with a client a couple of months after the start of their advertising campaign, even if it hasn’t expired yet. I like to touch base with my customers in person to see if they are happy with the results and discuss any possible changes we need to make.

So, I’m sitting in the reception area of the Bamboo Spa, waiting for Mr. Shiro so we can go over his campaign. We had a meeting scheduled for 9am, but he’s running late with an acupuncture patient. He’s already ten minutes late for our appointment time. I knew from experience with Mr. Shiro that this would most likely happen, so I didn’t book any other appointments today. Each time I’ve had to meet with him, he has either pushed me off onto Hannah or has had to reschedule and has still been late each time. Mr. Shiro is a very nice man, but not very dependable. He really needs a real office manager who can handle the administrative tasks for him. Hannah does well for the most part, but she doesn’t really have the time either since she’s typically booked solid all day every day.

The spa door opens with a chime, causing me to look up from the news stream I’m reading on my cellphone. Isabell is just walking in with a few bags in her hands. She spots me and tries to wave, dropping her purse in the process. I quickly leap up to help her because some of the contents of her purse have spilled out. I feel weird about touching her things, but her arms are too full to manage the task. I quickly toss some lip gloss, gum, a hairbrush, and a change purse back in the bag. Just as I’m lifting what I think is her driver’s license, Isabell quickly bends down and snatches it from my hands, but not before I get a good view of the name and picture on the fake ID. She tries to play it off with a little laugh and thanks me for the help before saying something about being late and sorry she can’t stay to chat.

The hairs on the back of my neck are sticking straight up. Something is very off with her. That ID was a picture of her, but with a black wig cut in a bob, green eye-contacts, and a fake nose piercing. The name on the ID was Natasha Watson. Why would she have a fake ID? And why the disguise?

Hannah has been really worried about her. She said Isabell has been acting really strange the past few weeks and has been distant.

Suddenly, I have a hunch and do a quick internet search on my phone for Jared Coffman. The top search result is advertising a fine art and photography gallery at the Manchester Symposium Center in a week. That’s only about an hour away. My stomach churns with unease. Isabell must be planning something.

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