The Boutique

When Monica came into the back room, Sharon had just finished counting the cash in the drawer and was getting ready to lock it up in the safe when she saw that Monica was carrying a package wrapped in silk paper and grinning happily at her.

What is it? Sharon asked, nonplussed.

It's just a little something I've put aside for you, Monica replied, still grinning. She thrust out the package towards Sharon. Go ahead, open it.

Sharon took the package. The flimsy silk paper wrapping crackled under her touch. The package was light and soft. Casting a sideways glance at Monica, she carefully untied the string and peeled back the paper. When she saw what was inside, she gasped. Carefully she lifted out the top garment, a red long-sleeved top made from some light, fluffy material. Underneath was a long skirt in a slightly lighter shade of red, made from what appeared to be pure silk. Sharon's hands trembled slightly; she knew immediately that she had never owned anything this expensive in her life.

Do you like it? Monica asked, a smug smile on her lips.

It's beautiful! Sharon whispered reverently.

I put those aside specially for you, explained Monica. With your hair hanging loose and a touch of the right make-up, it should be perfect.

Sharon just stared in awe at the clothes. Then she put the garment back down. I - I can't accept this, she said. I mean, they must have cost more than I've earned since I began here. It's too much.

Monica waved her hand dismissively, brushing Sharon's objections aside. Nonsense, she snorted. You've more than earned it. You put in full days here, six days a week, and I only pay you half of what I'd have to pay someone two years older. From where I'm standing, this is a bonus. And a well-earned bonus, at that.

I don't know what to say, said Sharon weakly.

Monica shrugged. You don't have to say anything. She smiled again. But if you think I'm letting you leave here before you've tried those on, you must be mad. Go ahead, put them on and prove me right.