Chapter Two: Method Man.

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𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫
𝟒:𝟎𝟎 𝐏𝐌.
𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰, 𝐓𝐗.

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫:

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𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫:

It was the evening and I was finishing up my last face for today. I did a soft glam look for one of my customer's social events.

She gave me the amount in cash, said her goodbye and exited out. I sighed and began to clean my area, packing up my makeup brushes and other utensils I used.

I wiped off the counter from excess concealer and foundation, making sure everything was clean. Everything else, I put it back where it belong.

Sighing, I flipped myself on the couch in exhaustion. My hands were sore a little bit, feeling like I had carpal tunnel.

I then hear a knock on the door. I smacked my lips because I didn't want to be bothered right now. I got up and walked over to the door to open it.

It was Kofi, now what the hell did he want?

It was Kofi, now what the hell did he want?

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