At the Bar
While she wasn't the type to vie for the attention of her coworker's clients, she also didn't have a problem being a choice if that's what said client wanted. That was the nature of the business: keep them coming back for more. The women (and men) of The Red Door were professionals in customer service. They may not have been as reputable as, perhaps, a retail associate. But the underlying ideals of customer service still applied.
Eden didn't say a word as she moved to the opposite side of Rob, to balance the scale so to speak. If he chose to turn his attention to her, there was no direct visual competition between her and the two porcelain vixens. She took a seat on the edge of her chosen bar stool, and scanned the room. If anything, should Mr. York decide he desired the fairer women, she'd go back to scoping the floor.