Amanda thought about it all for a moment, almost overwhelmed with power. Jenn was gone from reality. No one remembered her but Amanda. All that remains is a baby boy who will grow up to be a jock of a guy, playing football, dating girls, all the while unaware he was ever a middle aged woman who owned a hair salon. It was tantalizingly amazing.
Her train of thought, however, was interrupted by the rapid smacking of a bell that sat upon her desk.
"Excuse me, Earth to receptionist?" A snide voice arose.
Amanda glanced back up and saw a pissed looking older woman. She had unruly brown hair, way too much makeup, stupidly large breasts, and an aura that screamed "I want to talk to the manager."
"I hope you're doing work on that phone." She said with a smirk. "Now, I'm here for my appointment, under Janice. I'm a very well paying regular so I think it's best you remember me now."
Amanda couldn't believe this bitch's audacity. She wondered if this was why the receptionist position here was open so often. How many awful people went here? She decided it didn't matter anymore, especially with her new found mystical app.
"I'm sorry ma'am, we'll have one of our stylists right with you as soon as possible." Amanda grinned, trying to sound as condescending as possible.
"Excuse me?" Janice practically growled.
"I'm just trying to be respectful ma'am." Amanda explained sounding a but more genuine.
"You better watch that tone little girl. I'm friends with the owner Hailey, so she could have you fired in a heart beat." She threatened before walking off to the waiting area.
"Little girl?" Amanda thought frustrated. "I'm 30! We'll see who's a little girl."
She selected he woman, and changed the sentence various times until she reached one that mentioned the woman age. "A 45 year old white woman sits down."
"Finally." She thought with a smile.
She then selected the sentence, deciding on just how to punish this bitch, when she finally decided...