𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 ❦

𝑜 𝓃 𝑒;

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚
𝐊𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧
"𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲"

September, Saturday
9:57 a.m.
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The sound of my alarm caused me to jump out of my sleep and look at the time. I rubbed my eyes and huffed at the thought of me being late to work, again.

I allowed myself time to fully wake up and then I put on my bedroom shoes and hurried to the bathroom, where I started my morning routine.

I grabbed everything I needed from under the sink and put my hair into a ponytail and brushed my teeth. Then I washed my face and after I rinsed I let a steaming, hot rag sit on my face. After a few minutes passed, I removed the rag and started to moisturize my face.

I finished up and I quickly showered, and put my clothes on for the day. I decided to wear some grey sweatpants, my brown essentials hoodie, a black vest to go over it, and my brown yeezy slides with my white nike socks. I hurried to my vanity and recurled my hair and ordered me a lyft.

I looked at my phone to see that the lyft was going to be here in 15 minutes. I finished up with my hair and added my necklaces and watch, sprayed some perfumes on, then went downstairs to grab some breakfast. I was quiet, trying not to be too loud and wake my mother and sister.

I finally reached the kitchen and grabbed a bagel and spread cream cheese all over it and grabbed 3 chocolate chip granola bars and a water. I be hungry in the mornings. But ion be having time to really cook anything, right now anyway.

I heard my phone ping indicating that my lyft was outside and waiting on me. I finished up my bagel, grabbed my water, keys and purse then put my granola bars in my purse and headed out.

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I finally made it to work and didn't see my client's car out front so I was relieved. That meant I had more time to set up and prep everything before she came.

I walked in the building where I worked and walked past the receptionist desk. "Good morning Kiorrr!" I heard.

"Hey Kimara." I spoke, waving to her as I walked over to my station and set my purse and water down.

"Trina here yet?" I asked, cause she was the owner of the building we worked in and she was always there. "Nope, not yet." Treasure, my coworker answered.

"Thank god." I smiled. Trina didn't really care about us being late as long as we took care of our clients on time, besides that she was cool.