Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

credit, Robert.”

“It was registered under your business name,” he said, pointing to the screen.

Inside the salon on Oak Street, the old fluorescent lights hummed their steady, low tune, smelling faintly of heated dust and hairspray.

Harriet sat behind the reception desk, her head bowed over the metal receipt spike while she typed into her calculator.

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