Onika Maraj
Houston, Texas
BarbieBoutique
10/8 11:27 AM
"Meagan, would you mind separating these into sizes for me?" I gave a stack of pink cotton shorts to my one of the girls that worked for me.
She smiled and nodded her head. I gave her a thumbs up and walked back into the office. I sighed at the huge pile of paper work scattered all over the desk.
Procrastinating was probably a blessing and a curse for me. I always choose to do things last minute and the pressure doesn't relieve until it's done.
"Ms. Maraj! The distributors are here." One of the workers busted in without knocking. See
"Thank you Angela. Next time knock."
One thing about being an entrepreneur and clothing owner was not enough people taking me serious.
I invested in my brand 'BarbieBoutique' when I was 17 years old. It was extremely hard at first.
Trying to find people who would willingly promote my clothing, distributers who didn't mind giving material for cheap, and getting people to actually wear the clothing was the hardest.
It took me 6 years to get my brand to the level I actually wanted it to be. BarbieBoutique is now worth 710 Million dollars and has 55 stores across the United States. Including the one I'm standing in.
Being only 24 years old and getting access to this kind of success as a little black girl from Jamaica Queens, was hard to process at times, but i'm just glad I made it.
"Good morning, Ms. Maraj." Oliver let down the dolly and began picking up boxes of clothing. "Where would you like me to put these?"
"In the back Oliver. Like always baby." One thing I loved about Oliver was that he was always polite and respectful. He never went over boundaries and always made sure I was fine with whatever he did.
I got all of my clothing types from him and have been ever since I invested in my clothing line. He provided all types of material so I knew I had to keep him when I made it big.
It took him no time putting all the boxes away. "Thank you." I waved as he exited the store. He smiled and waved back.
I glanced at my apple watch on my wrist. It was nearing 12:30 and I had a lunch date with my best friend Lauren. "Shit" I mumbled.
I knew I was not about to be on time at all. She'll be fine.
I looked over at the rest of the workers running the store. My store was located in the Galleria so I knew they would keep in it good hands without Meagan being here.
"Meagan Good! Come on." I stood in front of the register as she bent over caking on the phone. She was one of my closest friends that worked for me. That was my baby.
"Alright, Baby I gotta call you back." She came from around the register with her purse.
"I'll be in the car." I didn't feel like seeing her say her goodbyes to a nigga that cheated on her every chance he got. Knowing me I was bound to say something.
She nodded and I took that as confirmation to leave.
As I was leaving I noticed a store that was beginning to open. The name wasn't displayed but I could tell it was a big brand.
The lights and glass looked extremely expensive. I could see the flooring from afar and It was all marble. God damn
It may have even beat my interior. I see I have competition.
