Esther loved working here; a beautiful salon where elites came to make their hair and nails but these girls made her hate her work. She looked at them bragging of how men couldn't resist their charm, and about their fathers wealth, so full of themselves!

"If wishes were horses, beggars would play polo" she thought. She had nursed a fantasy for months; her father was wealthy, she'd all she wanted; good clothes, nice houses and cars, trips to exotic locations around the world and most importantly; the money and power to give those fools a lesson. She wished their fathers would either die or get sacked from their jobs. They would be working for her: making her hair and nails.
She would scream at them anyhow she dimed fix;
"Hey you, bring my phone" or
"Can't you see the shampoo is too much?"
She saw them running around in her mind. She could make them lie down while she walked on them if she wanted.

She was jolted back to reality when her boss called out at her...

"Esther put off the hair dryer ".

Yes madam!
she said as a cruel smile found its way to her face.