Its been three months since I opened my salon. Everything is going well. New customers are constantly coming in. Even people from my old high school had came. Mama red had got her a new house away from the hood. Of course, i still live with her. Lately, she's been feeling really sick. The doctor says it just a cold but I'm really worried about her. Beverly finally quit that slut job & got her a real job at a warehouse. She works here on the weekends. Currently, i had to hire a couple of new employees because of a small incident that occur a few weeks ago. Apparently, one of the hairstylist set the woman hair on fire after the other two had put bleach in her hair. I'm not talking hair bleach y'know. I hope that woman doesn't plan on suing us. Then, there's Michael. I started helping out with his drugs. Every weekend, we go to our usually spot & handle our business. Soon enough, I became his partner. Every drug he sold, I get half on everything. I bought new clothes, shoes, jewelry, hair products, & so much more. Yesterday, he bought me a diamond ring. He said its a promise ring & one day we'll get married. I love him to death. I'll do anything for him.
He helped me out all these months. With the salon, bills, & my heart. He's just perfect. I don't care if he's a drug dealer anymore. As long as I have him by my side. I'm living my best life. I don't ever want it to stop.
I thanked the old lady for the tip & walked her to the door. I checked on some of the clients & went back to counting the money at the front. I heard the door opened along with the bell ring.
"Hi, welcome to "Rose's Beauty." I was so focused on the money that I didn't bothered to look up. But when I heard that aching voice, I froze.
"Hello peasant."
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"The fuck you want?"
"I just came by to see how my salon is doing" she said so prissy.
"You mean my salon?"
"Oh no, honey I mean mine" she smiled while shaking her head. She set her purse down on the counter. I'll be sure to clean that spot later.
"Look here, I have a business to run. I don't have time for whatever scheme or plan that you got going on. I said it once & i'll say it again. This is my salon."
"Well honey" she reached into her designer purse & pulled out a file. She placed it on my desk & smirked "I don't think so."
I frowned completely annoyed with her "what the fuck is this?"
"This is a contract that I made Michael signed when he had the place built for me. It says "if the salon is sold to anyone, I get half on everything they make" she said.
"I know you fucking lying" I flipped through the file reading these tiny words. This got to be some type of joke.
"Oh no, no joke baby. You make $2k every two weeks plus the little tips. So you owe me $1k & my own little space. So I can get my hustle on too" she smiled.
This bitch got me fucked up. If she think, she finna get shit from me then she lost her fucking mind. I ripped the papers into shreds.
"You ain't getting a dime from me. You can sue me, throw a lawsuit in my face, or severe me. But you will not take away my dignity. You want your $1k?" I threw the shreds in her face "there's your $1k. Now get out of my salon."
She blew the shreds out of her face & walked out of my salon. She got life fucked all the way up.
