Ariel's gaze bore into Monica's, her eyes searching for any sign of deception.
“I want to speak to your manager," Ariel demanded, her voice firm and authoritative.
Monica's eyes widened, and she nodded hastily.
"Okay, okay. I'll go get them."
As Monica scurried off, Ariel's mind whirled with questions and fears. How had Monica managed to get a job at her favourite spa? Was she trying to infiltrate Ariel's life again? The thought sent a shiver down Ariel's spine.
Monica returned with a harried-looking manager, who introduced herself as Karen.
"What seems to be the problem?" Karen asked, her eyes darting between Ariel and Monica.
Ariel took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
"This woman," she said, pointing at Monica, "is a convicted felon. She stole my baby and pret
