The place was located in a normal neighborhood. Audrey thought someone doing witchcraft would set up shop in a shadier place, like the back alleys, but this was all white picket fences and homely rows of houses. It was the picture of the American dream in the 1960's. Audrey half expected to see white blonde women with makeup and balloon skirts that reached their ankles to come out of the houses to water the plants greeting their neighbors good afternoon. She stopped at one house and knocked. The woman who opened the door was very much in the here and now, finishing a text message in her phone before putting it away.
"Audrey?" the woman asked, "Come on in."
Audrey didn't even so much as nod when the woman had already turned and led the way to the living room. The house was very normal as well. Nothing was out of place. Nothing was...witch-y--until the woman opened a cupboard where all the voodoo Audrey expected were. The woman motioned for her to sit on the chair as she pulled out a few things from the cupboard and settled them on the table. Then she sat herself and faced Audrey.
"Her name? And tell me everything you can about her. Just so we can be more specific."
"Well," Audrey started, "her name is Jayne Ellis. She works at the styling department and she's this huge dork. She doesn't have any sense of fashion, but she's the one working with the editor and with the models! And then, she's so annoying, she says all the bad things and making me look bad."
"Uh-huh," she said picking up her phone again and reading the text. "So, what do you want me to do?"
"I don't want men to love her. All men she knows. I want them to absolutely see her without beauty like she is the most disgusting person in the world. I want her to be even more miserable with men than she is now. You get me? I want you to decrease her luck with men to legendary levels."
The woman stopped texting and nodded at her. "Alright, alright." She took a deep breath and started her work, muttering "bellyaching wench," under her breath. Once she was done, she gave her a powder of sorts. "Put this in her drink," she said starting to text again. "Or food. It will have an effect the day after."
Jayne gave the models their dresses for the photoshoot and wrote the schedules of the next set of models for the next session. She called several other models and then confirmed with her boss before rushing to several other people checking various things. It was tiring work and, frankly, it was not the kind of work she wanted to do all her life. She wanted to be a writer for magazines like Newsweek, The Economist and others, but somehow, her applications have brought her here and far from what she wanted to do, she became an assistant to the fashion editor herself!
"Oh, hey Jayne," Audrey approached her.
Jayne was immediately on guard. What did the woman want now? She knew Audrey had an arsenal of hatred in her hands and told people the worst things about Jayne. She didn't know where the hatred came from, but it was there, seething and churning. "Hey..."
"I know we're not exactly friends, but I want us to put all that behind us." Audrey held up a frapuccino for her. "Peace offering?"
"Yeah. Thank you." Jayne smiled. Finally, all the office drama would soon be over. "Mmmm...This is good! Thanks a lot. I needed that."
After a whole day of busy work, she finally retired home late and in the morning, she rushed to get to the office only to wake up late the next day. She ran pulling a sweater over her head, rushing to get to the bus station to make it to her office on time.