you were currently getting your wig laid by your personal stylist. the man looked like he was breaking a sweat, because you sure told him to be finished twenty minutes ago. you hated being late, and he knew that.
you took a look at your phone and saw the time had already passed, you sighed in anger. " it's fine i'll do it myself." you sneered and slapped his hand from your face.
you walked towards the door and opened it quickly, but you were met with your best friend in the door frame giving you the stank eye.