17-HELENA

"I want the inventory of towels, oils, essences and nail polishes," I told Jenny without taking my eyes off my list, "You know what to do with the stained towels, I can't bear to see them on the shelves."

"I told you to use towels of other colors," she replied chewing her gum in my ear as she was leaning over my shoulder.

“Red is ordinary and doesn’t go well with the Zen style of my spa,” I replied feeling that my tension was accentuated with each chew that woman gave the gum “And I have told you a million times to leave that crap out of this place.”

His mouth stopped automatically and my ear finally got silence.

"I think you need to go for a run," my employee muttered before walking away from me.

I sighed wearily as I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes trying to relax.

It wasn’t just Monday, but it was also the end of the month and that meant only one thing: inventory day.

We'd spent the entire morning filing guest inf