Opening my own tattoo parlor, that's rough. I've saved up my own money. Without the help of my parent's wealth. All my own. The thought makes me giddy beyond belief. But on my own, I need another job to keep my dream realized. So here I am in a "Voodoo Emporium" looking for work.

"So Miss . . . what did you say your name was?"
The "doctor" looks up at me from the sheet; my resume on the table, and gives me a bored look.

"Leora Freidman."

"I see. So you've opened that tattoo place down the street?"

"I have."

His dark eyes give me a questioning look. "Meaning you already have a job."

I nod. "Yes."

"And why would you need more work?"

"Well, I can only get by with so much from keeping the shop and uh, money is tight."

"Opening on your own?"

"Yes. I need living expenses. Supplies for tattoos aren't cheap."

Dr. Facillier sighs. "Norm'ly I would have told you hell naw, but since I sympathize and 'm so desperate for an assistant, you've got the job."

A mountain has been lifted off my shoulders and I grin ear to ear, much like a child. "Oh heavens, thank you so much! When do I start?"

He leans back in his chair and thinks a moment with his huge feet on the table. "You can start now by organizin' the books o'er there. They ain't in the right way."
"Yessur!" I hop up from my chair and descend toward the massive pile of books.

"I didn't quite realize how small you are. Are your parents bo-"

"No. They weren't midgets. I'm just small boned. Very small."

He shrugs. "You get that a lot?"

"I do. Doesn't help that I'm a ginger either."

"Wuzzat?"

I shuffle through the books. "Oh you know, red hair and fair skin. Freckles sometimes, you kinda look orange all over. So people call it bein' a Ginger."

"I see." He gets up and strides to the door. "I'll be upstairs. Don't bother me. Oh and if you finish those books before 12 try and start scrubbing that stain. Cleanin' stuffs in the kitchen through that door."

He leaves and I'm left to my own with my annoying thoughts. It hits me that I just got a job. In a voodoo emporium. And my boss is dead sexy. Wait! No! NO! Yes- He's sexy. That's so wrong! He's my boss!