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her voice when she first called. I should have never put her through.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “That was Yasmin, Cam’s wife. I mean his ex-wife.”
    I snapped. “Is she his wife or ex-wife?”
    “She is his ex-wife. They have another hearing for the divorce in the next week or so. It’s over.”
    I huffed. “This is ridiculous.”
    “She is ridiculous. I thought she had stopped stalking him.”
    Duh! Had he not thought that Cam and I might become interested in each other? Why hadn’t he thought about that when he referred me? This
     wasn’t good. I was writing Cam off as a one-night stand. There was no way I could risk my livelihood for a man with a crazy
     ex-wife.
    “Wow,” I said slowly. “So she’s a stalker. Looks like I’m going to have to find another Realtor.”
    “Listen, once she realizes you’re just a client, she’ll chill.”
    “Yeah, sure. Tell me anything. Is he giving you a cut of his commission?”
    Quentin laughed. “Not at all, Ayana. He’s a good dude.”
    “Yeah, you said that once already.”

Yasmin
    T he three consecutive beeps that let you know the call has been disconnected came through the phone, but by that time I had
     made my point. All the women in the salon were laughing as I slapped high five with my girl Casey. She was shaking her head.
    “What did she say?” Casey asked.
    “She didn’t have a chance to say anything. She really don’t know who she’s playing with.”
    “Yas, you are crazy.”
    “C’mon, Casey, that chick is bold. She’s on here every day telling people how they need to act and she out here sleeping with
     somebody else’s man. That’s crazy.”
    Casey just looked at me. I knew what she was thinking, but until the divorce is final, he is my husband and he needs to respect
     me as such. Because I’m a hairstylist, nothing happens that I don’t know about. I have eyes and ears in the strangest places.
     How bold of them? No, how trifling of them to have sex in a parking garage. I mean, we’re not sixteen. I’ve told Cam a million
     times not to disrespect me and I wouldn’t disrespect him.
    I walked back to the chemical room. My client’s color was ready to be rinsed. I loved to make Cam and his hussies uncomfortable.
     With Ms. Ayana being in the public eye, she was the ideal target. She had no clue what I was capable of and if she knew better
     she would just disappear like I’d forced all the rest to.
    It was going to be fun to make her life miserable, because I would get instant gratification. As she signed off the show,
     the quivering in her voice gave me a feeling of victory.
    My client looked at me and said, “You’re happy.”
    “I should be.”
    “So do you know Ayana Blue or do you just listen to the show?”
    I hadn’t thought she was in on that whole discussion so I was caught off guard. My neck snapped back. She said, “You just
     called in. Right?”
    “How’d you know?”
    “Well, it doesn’t take a genius to know you were calling in to the show. We were listening. Then you turned it down.”
    I laughed because I’d thought I was being discreet and clearly I wasn’t but I didn’t care. When I get angry, I can feel heat
     rising in my diaphragm. At that point I spit fire and I am completely unaware of my surroundings.
    “Yeah, she slept with my husband in a car last night.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Yeah, they went to dinner and one of my clients waited the table. She recognized Cam and of course she recognized every girl’s
     best friend. She didn’t say anything to them because she wanted to spy. When she left work, she noticed they were still in
     the car. So she decided to watch them.”
    My client’s eyes got big just as mine had when I heard the story for the first time. I continued, “These dummies decide to
     bump and grind in the car. I mean, damn.”
    “What?”
    “And from what my informant says, they were clearly on a first date.”
    “What?”
    She was as shocked as me. Not to